Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard Appreciation/Ship/Discussion Thread

[ShipperWriter]

Yeah, you know these young'uns hate change.

Yeah. I told her "resistance is futile".

[Scary Kitty]

Arrr, top o'the morning to ye, Sparkies! Be ye havin' a Fluffy Thursday and remember that t'day is Talk Like a Pirate Day! ARRR!

I found it!! It's in a classic "Rites of Spring"l

An oldie and a goodie! I ought to reread that soon.

So I'm waiting for iOS 7 to finish downloading on my iPhone 5 and my iPad Mini and my muse came back to life (temporarily, and very heavily inspired by recent events) and brought me this.

Enjoy!

Spoiler:

Elizabeth Weir was sick and tired of being sick.

And tired.

Two days ago, she had woken up with a sore throat. A sane person would have taken care of herself, even gone to visit the resident doctor who seemed to be an expert in every disease that had or hadn’t been encountered.

And instead, she spent the entire day -- and night -- behind her desk, preparing her reports to send in the monthly data stream to the SGC.

So it wasn’t much of a surprise when she woke up the next morning with a full blown head cold.

Her father had once told her that her work ethic was going to be the end of her. At the time, she thought that it was said in reference to her fervent work with attempting to end the need for nuclear weapons. As she got older, it was becoming clearer to her that she would likely be found dead behind her desk.

But seeing as how her head currently felt like it was going to implode, she was beginning to doubt that as well.

Remembering that there were still some DayQuil pills in her bathroom drawer, she swallowed them with a half bottle of water and got dressed, trying to ignore the pounding that no amount of temple-rubbing would dissipate.

Many teams were departing that day, so she had been content to stay in her office and catch up on paperwork. But the one moment that she excused herself to blow her nose and cough violently, Carson had walked around the corner.

Perfect.

The good doctor had confined her to the infirmary bed and then to her room, forcing her to swear that she wouldn’t do any work, or try to download anything onto her palm device. She gave a moaned nod, Carson injected something in her arm (he had told her what it was, but by this point her ears had disconnected from her brain), then Elizabeth slumped back to her room and locked the door behind her.

Whatever Carson had given her seemed to help a little. She had woken up this morning and the light from the windows wasn’t causing her eyes to bleed. The sore throat and sinus pressure was gone, but the runny nose was here.

She groaned as she stretched her arms above her head, then glanced sideways.

A steaming cup of coffee, along with a bowl of what appeared to be chicken noodle soup, was sitting on her nightstand.

Elizabeth frowned, reaching for the small handwritten note pinned to the surface by the spoon.

Got back and heard you were sick. Thought this might make you feel better. Let me know if you need anything.

John

She allowed herself a small smile and reached for the coffee.

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John closed the lid on his laptop and leaned back in his seat, clasping his hands behind his head.

His comm chirped and he reached up to answer it, sighing as he did so. “Sheppard, go ahead.”

“Thank you for the soup.”

He straightened up in his seat. “Hey,” he replied with a chuckle. “You feeling better?”

“A little bit.” Elizabeth coughed. “Nose is running like Niagara Falls, but otherwise, I feel more human than I have been.”

“Good to hear.”

The silence was uneasy for a second, until Elizabeth started speaking again. “Would you mind running an errand for me?”

“I’m not bringing your tablet down from your office.”

He heard a disgruntled muttered curse from the other end of the comm and he smirked. Sometimes, he knew her too well.

“But I will do room service and come remove the dirty dishes. And I hear that there’s chocolate jello in the cafeteria.”

“That would be wonderful.”

“Be there in ten minutes.”

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Elizabeth’s door chimed and she threw back the covers on her bed. “Just a second.”

“Are you decent?” John yelled through the doors.

Elizabeth’s eyes widened in shock that her military commander would yell something like that -- especially in front of her quarters -- but considering the context, she understood why.

In a raspy voice, she shouted, “Yes!”

The doors opened and John walked in, holding a white bowl about five inches in diameter almost filled to the brim with chocolate pudding.

“You’re so wonderful, I take back everything I said in my last evaluation,” Elizabeth deadpanned as he handed it to her.

He laughed and grabbed her empty coffee cup and her mostly empty soup bowl. “Can I get you anything else, Miss Weir?” he asked, employing a bad Southern accent in an effort to make her laugh.

It succeeded. “John, promise me that you’ll never be a Southern belle drag queen. You wouldn’t last.”

John narrowed his eyes. “Please tell me that’s the drugs talking.”

Elizabeth chuckled. “Let’s go with that.”

John shook his head. “I’ll come back when I’m positive that you’re not doped up and going to insult my masculinity.”

“No promises,” she replied, snuggling down into the pillow with her bowl of pudding.

John smiled and turned to go, but paused and looked back to Elizabeth.

Her blue robe was wrapped around her lithe body loosely, her wavy hair was framing her face in a fashion similar to a peacock, and she was scooping the pudding into her mouth as if she hadn’t tasted chocolate in years.

She was adorable.

In a lower voice, he said, “You sure you don’t need anything else?”

Elizabeth paused with the pudding just long enough to gaze up at him and smile. “I’m really good. Thanks for everything.”

John nodded at her and left the room, silently wondering how long until Elizabeth would realize that she had a chocolate mustache.

Awwwww! So cute! I wanna melt into a puddle of happy chocolate pudding after that one!

On a personal note, how is the IOS 7 download working out. Some people I follow on Twitter are not happy with some of the changes.

Had no problem downloading it for my iPad, though I had to wait until I could get the new version of iTunes on my Mac; kept getting an error message because the server was getting slammed with all the download requests, LOL. I'm still exploring all the new stuff...so far, I think I like it. The new look reminds me of jelly beans, to be honest.

Yeah. I told her "resistance is futile".

[Southern Red]

Arrr, top o'the morning to ye, Sparkies! Be ye havin' a Fluffy Thursday and remember that t'day is Talk Like a Pirate Day! ARRR!



An oldie and a goodie! I ought to reread that soon.



Awwwww! So cute! I wanna melt into a puddle of happy chocolate pudding after that one!



Had no problem downloading it for my iPad, though I had to wait until I could get the new version of iTunes on my Mac; kept getting an error message because the server was getting slammed with all the download requests, LOL. I'm still exploring all the new stuff...so far, I think I like it. The new look reminds me of jelly beans, to be honest.

Okay, so I guess I'll go ahead and try it on my iPad. I can adapt to change if it doesn't screw up the things I like.

[ShipperWriter]

Okay, so I guess I'll go ahead and try it on my iPad. I can adapt to change if it doesn't screw up the things I like.

I'd recommend backing up your iPad to your computer first. That way, if you don't like the changes you have the option to change it back without losing anything.

Oh, and I started work on the Sparky-"Persuasion" story again.

[Sparky She-Demon]

I'd recommend backing up your iPad to your computer first. That way, if you don't like the changes you have the option to change it back without losing anything.

Oh, and I started work on the Sparky-"Persuasion" story again.

Which one is that?

[ShipperWriter]

Which one is that?

The story I'm working on but haven't posted yet.

[Sparky She-Demon]

The story I'm working on but haven't posted yet.

Aheh. No hints?

[ShipperWriter]

Aheh. No hints?

It follows the same general plot line as the novel "Persuasion". That's a big hint.

[Sparky She-Demon]

Who wrote that?

[Southern Red]

I'd recommend backing up your iPad to your computer first. That way, if you don't like the changes you have the option to change it back without losing anything.

Oh, and I started work on the Sparky-"Persuasion" story again.

I decided to wait and ask Mr. SR. That's always my best bet.

Yay, look forward to reading that one.

[JT-2]

Awesome story, ShipperWriter!!

[ShipperWriter]

Who wrote that?

Oh, some English author from the 19th century named Jane Austen.

[Sparky She-Demon]

Oh, some English author from the 19th century named Jane Austen.

Haven't gotten to that book yet.

[Torri012]

Haven't gotten to that book yet.

OMG! I cant believe you just said that xD
It's one of the BEST books ever written (well, at least in my opinion *g*). Go and read it ... or no, better: go and watch the movies. Doesn't matter which one. 1995 and 2007 are both equally good. And after that... go and watch Pride & Prejudice (1995). For a newbie the books might be a bit... exhausting and confusing

oooh... ShipperWriter please finish the story soon. I'm dying for a Jane Austen/Stargate Crossover. They are my two most favourite things in the world If you need inspiration - go and check out my dA account, I think you might like it

[Lt.Colonel John Sheppard]

i just saw that Torri Higgenson never mind, it turns out it's Tom not Torri that's going to be on the queen latifah show.

I wish it was Torri