Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard Appreciation/Ship/Discussion Thread

[drewandian]

I am super super behind and don't have the attention span to catch up right not...but I wanted to pop in and say hello and I miss you...oh and it's sparktober on LJ so I'll hopefully have new sparky goodness to share soon!

[Southern Red]

OT re the shutdown,

Spoiler:

just got back from the store where the Starbucks baristas were talking amongst themselves and I heard them saying how happy they'd be if, because of the shutdown, people wouldn't be using their food stamps to buy expensive fancy coffee drinks.

How are they even allowed to use food stamps at Starbucks? Why am I even surprised?

Which lasted until a group of WWII veterans who were in DC to visit the WWII Memorial swept past the barricade and went in anyway. Fight on, gentlemen. Fight on.

Mr. SR and I heard about them and were saying we'd go up there and move the barricades ourselves. I'm glad they got to go. I saw also that some policemen saw the whole thing and let them go about their business. I see too that several more Honor Flights are due in the next few days. I hope they still come. That event made me think of this little fic I wrote eons ago.

Spoiler:

Blossoms



“Oh, thank God.” John Sheppard sank gratefully into his side of the back seat and sighed with pleasure. “Now if I could just get out of this uniform.” He gestured disdainfully at himself and gave the last word a particularly harsh inflection.

Beside him, Elizabeth Weir ignored his outburst and leaned forward to speak to their driver. “Sergeant, drive us down to the Tidal Basin if you please. We're going to see the cherry blossoms.” She sat back in her seat and turned to John with a grin.

He scowled back at her. “Elizabeth,” he whined, “you said when our meeting at the White House was finally over we'd go back to the hotel and change and then go get some dinner. We didn't get much for lunch and I'm starving. Plus I need a beer really really...”

“John,” she interrupted, “we are in Washington, D.C.. The cherry blossoms bloom once a year for only a few days. We are going to see the cherry blossoms.”

“Us and about two million other people,” John continued, gesturing at the traffic.

The Sergeant looked in the rearview mirror and smiled, “Don't worry sir and ma'am, I'll get us right down close.”

“Thank you Sergeant,” Elizabeth returned his smile.

“Look,” John leaned across Elizabeth and pointed out her window. “There's a whole row of cherry trees. Now if we turn down this street, I think it will take us straight to the hotel.”

“John, those are Bradford pears,” Elizabeth corrected.

“What about that pretty pink one?” He pointed out his side window.

“Crabapple.”

John crossed his arms and gave up.

It had been many years since Elizabeth had timed a visit to the nation's capital to coincide with this particular spectacle and as always she let out an “ah” of surprise when the car pulled to a smooth stop in a no-parking zone. A pinkish white cloud circled low around the Tidal Basin and spilled down the streets that fed into the area. A gentle breeze caused falling blossoms to whirl in the air and settle on the hair and clothing of the crowds coming into and out of this section of town.

Elizabeth glanced over at John whose head was swiveling back and forth. His mouth was open slightly and his eyes huge with surprise.

“Why John Sheppard,” she teased, “I do believe you have been rendered speechless.”

Their driver opened John's door and went around to do the same for Elizabeth, offering her his hand as she struggled out of the seat. When she joined John on the sidewalk he was standing with his hands on his hips, impeding the flow of several groups of tourists. “Let's walk,” Elizabeth said as she tugged at his arm and he followed her obediently.

They strolled along the sidewalk beside the rows of cherry trees enjoying the mild day. Every direction presented a postcard. At one point the Jefferson Memorial could be seen in the distance, looking like it was wearing a fluffy hat of blossoms. In the opposite direction, the Washington Monument stretched into the sky, framed by the blooms. People jostled each other and murmured apologies because no one was looking where they were going. Everyone had a camera and families from the Far East and the American Midwest took turns photographing each other.

The handsome officer in the Air Force uniform with all the chest candy accompanied by the beautiful woman who in her serious suit looked like she should be making policy statements on the evening news also attracted their share of attention. John returned the salute of a pair of newly minted Marine officers, fresh from the Basic School at Quantico and couldn't stop himself from standing taller when he saw their eyes widen. He knew they had spotted the new medal handing from its blue ribbon around his neck. The trip to the White House had presented the chance for the President, witnessed by a select few, to present the nation's highest award to John. He was a little self conscious about it, but seeing the admiration in the eyes of the Marines made him straighten his shoulders. After all, saving the world several times over wasn't something everybody got a chance to do.

Elizabeth caught his eye and nodded, her own pride in him on full display. John licked his lips and gave her his patented aw shucks grin, but she knew he was feeling the weight of the moment. A bit further down the sidewalk, they stepped aside to allow a wheelchair to pass. A middle aged man was pushing the chair in which sat an elderly gentleman, who by all appearances was a veteran of World War II. He was dressed in a windbreaker and neatly pressed khaki pants and covering his sparse white hair was a cap with the insignia of a famous battleship. Spotting John, the old man raised his hand and the man pushing his chair brought it to a halt. With shaky arms he attempted to rise from his seat.

“Wait, Dad, where are you going?” The younger man quickly set the brake on the chair and looked puzzled.

“Stop here a minute, son.”

John stood frozen, knowing this was something the old gentleman felt he had to do. Seeing the Air Force officer in his dad's line of sight, the man's son reached out and assisted his father in standing. With a trembling hand the former Navy Captain, snapped off his best salute which John returned briskly.

“Thank you for your service, Colonel.” The old man's voice was barely audible and tears shimmered in his pale blue eyes.

“And thank you, sir,” John replied, barely able to speak around the lump that had formed in his throat.

The elderly man lowered himself slowly back into his chair and his son nodded his own thanks to John as he turned to wheel his father down the sidewalk. Watching them leave, John took a deep breath and stepped back onto the sidewalk where Elizabeth was waiting. The crowd flowed around them and as quickly as it came, the moment was gone as once again laughing voices and exclamations of delight filled their ears.

Elizabeth tucked her hand inside John's arm and they fell into step. “If all these people only knew,” she whispered and John slanted his eyes at her and then looked skyward for a moment.

“Look, Elizabeth,” John changed the subject as they continued walking, “that white cherry tree is different from the others.”

“That's because it's a dogwood. I do declare John, you are hopeless when it comes to tree identification. I'm glad you don't have the same problem with telling the good aliens from the bad aliens.”

[Sparky She-Demon]

That was good work, SR. You should post it on ff.net or where ever you post your writing.

[poundpuppy29]

[Lt.Colonel John Sheppard]

http://i178.photobucket.com/albums/w254/poundpuppy29/Sparky/normal_atl_220_0290.jpg

you know when we woke up this morning, i didn't expect to see that!
it could've been worse.

[Southern Red]

That was good work, SR. You should post it on ff.net or where ever you post your writing.

Thanks. I usually post on Command Dynamics, but this was an old one that didn't get posted there.

[Sparky She-Demon]

Thanks. I usually post on Command Dynamics, but this was an old one that didn't get posted there.

It's still a good one!

[Scary Kitty]

Good morning, Sparkies! Happy Screw the Angst Wednesday!

drew! Glad to see you and we miss you too! *hugs*

Mr. SR and I heard about them and were saying we'd go up there and move the barricades ourselves. I'm glad they got to go. I saw also that some policemen saw the whole thing and let them go about their business. I see too that several more Honor Flights are due in the next few days. I hope they still come. That event made me think of this little fic I wrote eons ago.

Spoiler:

Blossoms



“Oh, thank God.” John Sheppard sank gratefully into his side of the back seat and sighed with pleasure. “Now if I could just get out of this uniform.” He gestured disdainfully at himself and gave the last word a particularly harsh inflection.

Beside him, Elizabeth Weir ignored his outburst and leaned forward to speak to their driver. “Sergeant, drive us down to the Tidal Basin if you please. We're going to see the cherry blossoms.” She sat back in her seat and turned to John with a grin.

He scowled back at her. “Elizabeth,” he whined, “you said when our meeting at the White House was finally over we'd go back to the hotel and change and then go get some dinner. We didn't get much for lunch and I'm starving. Plus I need a beer really really...”

“John,” she interrupted, “we are in Washington, D.C.. The cherry blossoms bloom once a year for only a few days. We are going to see the cherry blossoms.”

“Us and about two million other people,” John continued, gesturing at the traffic.

The Sergeant looked in the rearview mirror and smiled, “Don't worry sir and ma'am, I'll get us right down close.”

“Thank you Sergeant,” Elizabeth returned his smile.

“Look,” John leaned across Elizabeth and pointed out her window. “There's a whole row of cherry trees. Now if we turn down this street, I think it will take us straight to the hotel.”

“John, those are Bradford pears,” Elizabeth corrected.

“What about that pretty pink one?” He pointed out his side window.

“Crabapple.”

John crossed his arms and gave up.

It had been many years since Elizabeth had timed a visit to the nation's capital to coincide with this particular spectacle and as always she let out an “ah” of surprise when the car pulled to a smooth stop in a no-parking zone. A pinkish white cloud circled low around the Tidal Basin and spilled down the streets that fed into the area. A gentle breeze caused falling blossoms to whirl in the air and settle on the hair and clothing of the crowds coming into and out of this section of town.

Elizabeth glanced over at John whose head was swiveling back and forth. His mouth was open slightly and his eyes huge with surprise.

“Why John Sheppard,” she teased, “I do believe you have been rendered speechless.”

Their driver opened John's door and went around to do the same for Elizabeth, offering her his hand as she struggled out of the seat. When she joined John on the sidewalk he was standing with his hands on his hips, impeding the flow of several groups of tourists. “Let's walk,” Elizabeth said as she tugged at his arm and he followed her obediently.

They strolled along the sidewalk beside the rows of cherry trees enjoying the mild day. Every direction presented a postcard. At one point the Jefferson Memorial could be seen in the distance, looking like it was wearing a fluffy hat of blossoms. In the opposite direction, the Washington Monument stretched into the sky, framed by the blooms. People jostled each other and murmured apologies because no one was looking where they were going. Everyone had a camera and families from the Far East and the American Midwest took turns photographing each other.

The handsome officer in the Air Force uniform with all the chest candy accompanied by the beautiful woman who in her serious suit looked like she should be making policy statements on the evening news also attracted their share of attention. John returned the salute of a pair of newly minted Marine officers, fresh from the Basic School at Quantico and couldn't stop himself from standing taller when he saw their eyes widen. He knew they had spotted the new medal handing from its blue ribbon around his neck. The trip to the White House had presented the chance for the President, witnessed by a select few, to present the nation's highest award to John. He was a little self conscious about it, but seeing the admiration in the eyes of the Marines made him straighten his shoulders. After all, saving the world several times over wasn't something everybody got a chance to do.

Elizabeth caught his eye and nodded, her own pride in him on full display. John licked his lips and gave her his patented aw shucks grin, but she knew he was feeling the weight of the moment. A bit further down the sidewalk, they stepped aside to allow a wheelchair to pass. A middle aged man was pushing the chair in which sat an elderly gentleman, who by all appearances was a veteran of World War II. He was dressed in a windbreaker and neatly pressed khaki pants and covering his sparse white hair was a cap with the insignia of a famous battleship. Spotting John, the old man raised his hand and the man pushing his chair brought it to a halt. With shaky arms he attempted to rise from his seat.

“Wait, Dad, where are you going?” The younger man quickly set the brake on the chair and looked puzzled.

“Stop here a minute, son.”

John stood frozen, knowing this was something the old gentleman felt he had to do. Seeing the Air Force officer in his dad's line of sight, the man's son reached out and assisted his father in standing. With a trembling hand the former Navy Captain, snapped off his best salute which John returned briskly.

“Thank you for your service, Colonel.” The old man's voice was barely audible and tears shimmered in his pale blue eyes.

“And thank you, sir,” John replied, barely able to speak around the lump that had formed in his throat.

The elderly man lowered himself slowly back into his chair and his son nodded his own thanks to John as he turned to wheel his father down the sidewalk. Watching them leave, John took a deep breath and stepped back onto the sidewalk where Elizabeth was waiting. The crowd flowed around them and as quickly as it came, the moment was gone as once again laughing voices and exclamations of delight filled their ears.

Elizabeth tucked her hand inside John's arm and they fell into step. “If all these people only knew,” she whispered and John slanted his eyes at her and then looked skyward for a moment.

“Look, Elizabeth,” John changed the subject as they continued walking, “that white cherry tree is different from the others.”

“That's because it's a dogwood. I do declare John, you are hopeless when it comes to tree identification. I'm glad you don't have the same problem with telling the good aliens from the bad aliens.”

I remember that fic! So very touching, and so very cute.

[ShipperWriter]

Having a couple of bad days.

Spoiler:

Someone hit my car, didn't leave a note, and it's not a small scrape. Paint gone, eight inch diameter impact area, right next to my gas cap. Pissed off.

NCIS was

Spoiler:

WTH? I mean, yes, I'm happy that one of my OTPs finally kissed onscreen by themselves (no alien influence or undercover missions to induce it) but it was just... ooh. Needed a little more Ziva in that last episode.

Fortunately, NCIS:LA is developing their ship nicely. Thank you.

And my internet data is almost maxed, so I'm relying on work internet which is acting a little fritzy.

And on another note, does anyone know how to convert an iTunes TV show file into an editable video file? Pretty please???

[Falcon Horus]

And on another note, does anyone know how to convert an iTunes TV show file into an editable video file? Pretty please???

What's the extension of your iTunes file?

[ShipperWriter]

What's the extension of your iTunes file?

Hey FH! I don't know, I'm at work and not on my laptop.

[Falcon Horus]

Hey FH! I don't know, I'm at work and not on my laptop.

Is this what you are looking for? It's for Mac-users, but there's a link for Windows users as well.

[ShipperWriter]

Is this what you are looking for? It's for Mac-users, but there's a link for Windows users as well.

Similar. There's a free sharing website that I normally download it from, but it didn't have it yet this morning. But seeing as how I'm not even gonna be home until 10:00pm tonight, I can wait. I'll keep that in mind, thanks!

[Infinite-Possibilities]

Having a couple of bad days.

Spoiler:

Someone hit my car, didn't leave a note, and it's not a small scrape. Paint gone, eight inch diameter impact area, right next to my gas cap. Pissed off.

NCIS was

Spoiler:

WTH? I mean, yes, I'm happy that one of my OTPs finally kissed onscreen by themselves (no alien influence or undercover missions to induce it) but it was just... ooh. Needed a little more Ziva in that last episode.

Fortunately, NCIS:LA is developing their ship nicely. Thank you.

And my internet data is almost maxed, so I'm relying on work internet which is acting a little fritzy.

And on another note, does anyone know how to convert an iTunes TV show file into an editable video file? Pretty please???

They have alien influences on NCIS?

[ShipperWriter]

They have alien influences on NCIS?

Sorry... I actually was thinking of Sparky when I said that.

Although "alien influences on NCIS" just open up all kinds of possibilities.