Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard Appreciation/Ship/Discussion Thread

[Morgania]

I guess I'll watch The Prodigal now instead. (Nobody else that needs the telly now.)

[Scary Kitty]

I guess I'll watch The Prodigal now instead. (Nobody else that needs the telly now.)

Do it! It's always fun to watch Mikey get beat on.

[Morgania]

Do it! It's always fun to watch Mikey get beat on.

Watched it. It's one of that season's episode I like the most. And I thought Michael had a thing for Teyla. Especially in parts of this episode.

[JT-2]

Watched it. It's one of that season's episode I like the most. And I thought Michael had a thing for Teyla. Especially in parts of this episode.

That would be the only reason the whole arc would make sense. Because if he just needed the genetics, well... he had access to both Teyla's and Kanaan's, and had the ability to clone. So he really didn't need the baby. The only thing that made sense was that he loved her in his sick, Wraithy way.

[Southern Red]

Watched it. It's one of that season's episode I like the most. And I thought Michael had a thing for Teyla. Especially in parts of this episode.

That would be the only reason the whole arc would make sense. Because if he just needed the genetics, well... he had access to both Teyla's and Kanaan's, and had the ability to clone. So he really didn't need the baby. The only thing that made sense was that he loved her in his sick, Wraithy way.

Connor Trinneer said that was how he played Michael, so I'd say it's safe to go with that idea. He seemed genuinely hurt when she rejected him. Good acting job, and once again the actor did a better job than the writers.

[Morgania]

Yeah, it does make more sense. She was the only one who was kind to him at first.

[Infinite-Possibilities]

Actually I thought Michael being in love with Teyla was one of the few parts that I really didn't like about this episode. I thought I read Connor Trinneer didn't like that either but I could be remembering wrong. I thought it was kind of cheesy and kind of stretched my suspension of disbelief that a Wraith/human mutant could love a human, even with the weird relationship they had. I don't think they should have pushed it so far in that direction.

The thing about Michael was, his exact character arc didn't really make sense. At least not in the order he appeared in.

In Allies he's wanted to see Teyla but he's confident they won't meet again after this and he seems fine with that. It was like he was saying goodbye and wanted to acknowledge her compassion before he did.

In Vengeance he's so angry that tries to have her killed with no hesitation or remorse whatsoever.

In Kindred he's firmly dedicated to his plan to dominate the galaxy but he still feels he owes her a certain amount of care and weirdly hopes for some level of understanding from her.

In Prodigal he's now in love with her and wants to spend his life with her and her son after killing all her friends.

There's no explicit explanation in the show itself for the shift between any of these attitudes he has towards her.

I think it would have been better if he'd been more like he was in Allies or Kindred, because his offer to Teyla to take her with him was obviously singularly horrifying to her if he expected them to be together. Of course she rejected it. But if he was just offering her a small mercy of escaping Atlantis with Torren as payment for the small mercy she offered him, THAT would have been an offer that might have been legitimately temping, I think.

Since she's a new mother now, he's guaranteeing the safety of herself and her son without any repulsive conditions to go along with it. One would imagine that Torren's would be her highest priority and he'd be appealing purely to that.

The other thing was I felt his attempts to justify himself to her were actually missing his best possible arguments. Instead of making a clumsy analogy to punishing criminals on "her world" and blaming his actions on them, he should have freely admitted he was acting out of vengeance, and then asked her how far she would have gone in his place or how far she has gone for vengeance in the past. He could have tied it back to "You see? We're not that different Teyla" which I think was what he said to her once before right?

[Lt.Colonel John Sheppard]

i always wondered if he mastered a cloning process and he cloned himself.

[Infinite-Possibilities]

That's a popular fan theory about how to bring him back but it never made sense to me. His motives for his actions are all based on things that happened to him in his life. They wouldn't apply to a clone, even a clone with his memories.

[JT-2]

I suppose we're all in the wrong by making the assumption that TPTW tried to plan out a long lasting arc, while in truth they were just flying by the seat of their pants.

[mandogater]

I got bored and did a really bad thing.

John's Trekkie outfit

I like it. Though next time you get bored can you put him in Jedi robes or Mandalorian armor?

You asked for it!

Elizabeth's Trekkie outfit

I'm now throwing around the idea that John and Elizabeth are closet, hard-core Trekkies and may have worn these outfits to a convention.

Yep, the fix bunnies arrived just on time.

Interesting idea for head cannon. I'd love to see a fic about that.

I wrote, just not what I was expecting.

Spoiler:

"Fractured Phalanges And TLC"

It had been over twenty years since Elizabeth Weir had broken any bones in her body.

She forgot how much it hurt.

She wasn’t sure how she had managed to trip and fall on the stairs that she traversed daily, and yet Carson Beckett assured her that she had broken it at just the right angle to cause her to fracture her pinky in two places. When Carson showed her the x-ray, she tilted her head and looked down at her hand that she carefully cradled in her opposite hand before it got splinted. It was purple and swollen on the palm-side, but there was absolutely no outward indication that the proximal phalange had broken in a V shape.

Nice job, Elizabeth, she silently reprimanded herself.

“So what’s the treatment?”

The Scottish doctor pointed at the x-ray. “You notice how it appears that your finger is slanted above the fracture?” When she nodded, Carson continued. “Well, with it being broken at this angle, your ligaments are pulling it and, if left unattended, will set that way. I need to insert two pins to help it heal in the right direction.”

“When?”

“Well, sooner rather than later, lass. You should probably ask Colonel Sheppard to take your place for a few days. At least.”

“Carson, I—“

“Elizabeth, this isn’t a request. We need to do this. But you will be in pain and sore for a number of days, so working is not an option for you. In fact, because the pins will be extruding through your skin, I would prefer that you stay in your quarters to avoid infection.”

Elizabeth opened her mouth to try and rebut Carson’s orders, but clamped it shut, knowing that there wasn’t much chance of him changing his mind.

She sighed, then touched her earpiece. “Weir to Sheppard.”

“Go ahead.”

“Can you come to the infirmary as soon as possible? It’s important.”

There was a pause, then he replied. “On my way.”

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When John Sheppard walked in the infirmary, Elizabeth was nowhere to be seen. So he paced through the open room, eyes checking each of the beds. He was just about to turn around and ask one of the nurses if they had seen her when a muffled grunt caught his ears.

He frowned and followed it to the last bed.

Elizabeth was sitting on it, biting her lip and facing Carson as he wrapped a cloth bandage around her left wrist. There was gauze underneath it, but a particularly large amount around her pinky and ring fingers, which caused him to frown.

“What happened?” John asked, craning his head as he looked for other wounds. “Kickboxing with Teyla?”

She chuckled, brushing a stray strand of hair out of her face with her free hand. “I fell on the stairs in the ‘Gate room and landed on my pinky.”

“She did a good number on it too. I’ve asked her to come back first thing in the morning for surgery to set it.” Carson reached for the clear tape to finish the splint.

“So I’m going to need you to take care of business for a few days,” Elizabeth told her ranking military officer, causing him to whip his head suddenly.

Part of her expected aggravation from him. Another part expected a whiny five year old, echoing the words, “Do I have to?”

But all she got from him was a decisive nod. “Done.”

Elizabeth dipped her head. “You’re sure it won’t be a problem?”

He crossed his arms. “Not at all. Our team is on downtime this week anyways.” He shrugged. “Plus, it’ll give me a chance to beat your high score on Solitaire.”

Elizabeth gave him a relieved smile. “Thank you, John. I promise I’ll be back to work as soon as I can.”

“You’ll be back to work when I say you’re able. Not a moment before. Understood?”

She tried to cover her groan with a sarcastic grunt, but Carson still rolled his eyes at her.

“Yes, sir.”

“Very well, then. Don’t eat or drink anything after midnight, and be here at 1000 hours.” Just then, one of the nurses left a medication bottle on the bedside table. Carson thanked her for it, then handed it to Elizabeth. “Prescription for Vicodin. You’ll need these after you wake up from surgery.”

“You have to sedate Elizabeth?” John asked, suddenly feeling a little worried as she looked over the bottle.

“It’s routine for any outpatient surgery on Earth, I assure you, Colonel,” replied Carson, turning on his supporting tone, making John feel that he was a family member.

“I was sedated for my tonsillectomy and had no problems. I should be fine,” Elizabeth said, although John felt more comforted than Carson probably did.

The doctor nodded, giving her a cheery smile. “Then I will see you in the morning,” Carson said in lieu of goodbye, taking his tablet and walking back to his office.

Elizabeth slid off the bed and looked at John. “Well, I wasn’t expecting this.”

He smiled briefly. “At least it’s not more serious. And the procedure shouldn’t take too long. But Carson’s right,” he agreed, gesturing to the pill bottle that Elizabeth was holding. “You will be wanting those when you wake up.”

She winced. “That bad?”

John motioned to the exit and they started walking. “Take it from a guy who’s had this done a few times. You’re getting the bone reset, plus pins are being drilled into your bone. Yeah, it’s gonna hurt for a while. But the first three days are the worst. Once you get past that, I’d bet that you won’t even need that whole bottle.”

Elizabeth smiled. “The least medication I have to take, the better.”

They made it to a transporter. “Tell you what. How about you get me up to speed on what you’re working on, and then I’ll take you to your last supper.”

She narrowed her eyes at him, then nodded. “Deal.”

I love this story.

Amelia is the perfect woman for Ronon. Aside from Teyla, that is.

Amelia and Ronon make a cute couple. I've read some very good fics pairing them.

And a little bit more of my whumped!Elizabeth fic. (If a broken finger counts as whump )

Spoiler:

Carson had told Elizabeth to report to the infirmary at 1000 hours.

John was there at 0959.

Elizabeth had foregone her usual attire, wearing a dark pair of jeans and a three quarter length black shirt. As she approached the doors, she saw her second-in-command waiting outside the doors and her face scrunched in a confused smile. “John. I wasn’t expecting to see you here.”

He shrugged and pushed away from the wall. “Well, you know they say you should have someone to drive you home after surgery. And it’s either me or having Ronon hoisting you over his shoulder in a ‘Planet of the Apes’ move.”

It made her laugh, but he noticed her wringing her hands.

“You nervous?”

“I haven’t had surgery in years. Just anxious, I guess.”

A thought ran through his mind about her recent incident with the nanites, but he quickly squelched it.

She slapped her hands against her jeans, bringing him out of the memory. “Well, let’s get this over with.”

Once Carson caught sight of her, he quickly greeted them and escorted her behind the curtain. John had stood outside the curtain while she changed into the generic white scrubs that were issued to infirmary patients, and then Carson and Marie pulled back the curtain as they began prepping her.

Elizabeth was leaning back in the hospital bed, blanket pulled up to her waist, her injured hand laying helplessly on her lap. Carson had just put on the blood pressure cuff and was swabbing the back of her right hand, preparing the IV site. John took the open curtain as an invitation to enter. “So anything else you need to pass on before the drug you up? Secret passwords? Wills?” he asked with a mocking frown.

Elizabeth smiled up at him, then hissed in pain as the needle pierced her skin and entered her vein. “It’s a simple procedure, John. I’ll be in and out in no time.”

“Aye. It should be under an hour,” Carson reaffirmed, attaching the IV line to the needle. Once it was covered with a large bandage and a few strips of medical tape, he patted her arm and smiled comfortingly at his patient. “How’re you feeling? Comfortable?”

“Mm-hmm, I’m okay.”

Carson attached for the pulse monitor. “All right then, I’ll let you settle in for a few moments, then we’ll take you back.”

“Doctor Beckett!”

The call came from near the entrance to the infirmary. Two Marines walked in, one supporting the other as he walked with a limp, his ankle twisted grotesquely as he stifled a groan.

“Excuse me,” Carson murmured as he ran from Elizabeth’s bedside to check on the Marine.

John’s eyes followed him. “Davidson, what happened?”

“Sparring session gone wrong, sir,” the injured young man replied as he was helped onto the bed.

Carson spared a glance back at Elizabeth. “Once I see to Sergeant Davidson, I’ll be right with you, love.”

“Take your time,” Elizabeth murmured, quietly enough that it was meant for her ears only but loud enough that John heard it.

He turned back around to face her. “You sure you’re okay?”

Elizabeth looked back up, biting her lip. “I guess I’m a little more worried than I let on.”

Marie, who was still standing nearby, walked up to her. “If you’re anxious, I can give you something that will help to calm you down.”

“Why not?”

Marie dismissed herself to go get the medicine.

John pulled up a chair next to the bed. “Mind if I keep you company?”

“Not at all,” she replied, smiling at him. “You’re my ride home, after all.”

Even better, SW. More please.

[ShipperWriter]

I like it. Though next time you get bored can you put him in Jedi robes or Mandalorian armor?

Intriguing, your suggestion is.

Interesting idea for head cannon. I'd love to see a fic about that.

I love this story.

Even better, SW. More please.

Thanks! I might postpone starting any more fics just because it's getting increasingly aggravating to type onehandedly.

[mandogater]

Connor Trinneer said that was how he played Michael, so I'd say it's safe to go with that idea. He seemed genuinely hurt when she rejected him. Good acting job, and once again the actor did a better job than the writers.

That is the history of the series in a nutshell.

[mandogater]

Intriguing, your suggestion is.

Thanks! I might postpone starting any more fics just because it's getting increasingly aggravating to type onehandedly.

Can't wait to see what you can do with it.

You're welcome.

[Southern Red]

I suppose we're all in the wrong by making the assumption that TPTW tried to plan out a long lasting arc, while in truth they were just flying by the seat of their pants.

And here we have the real reason Michael is a bit uneven as a character.