Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard Appreciation/Ship/Discussion Thread

[ShipperWriter]

Went back and searched again to find any mention of a possible fic about Elizabeth and Teyla doing bantos rods training and found these quotes:

And could you imagine the additional stuff brought out of a scene like that? John walking in and seeing them? Either Elizabeth getting whumped (or perhaps being more proficient than him and actually getting the better of Teyla at one point? What would he have said then? *LOL*)

*sigh* The idea of it gives me chills. Then the truth hits and I realize we'll never see anything like that. And that makes me sad.

That would've been hilarious! And then, of course, Teyla could make some crack at John's expense about how of course Elizabeth is better than John is, because, well, she practices.

*cries*

Ladies, you've just given me the fodder I needed. I'll be back.

[ShipperWriter]

Might it be for a longer story?

Nope. I just don't have the time anymore to write longer stories like I used to. Oneshots, on the other hand, can easily be done on my iPad while at work.

[ShipperWriter]

The fic bunny said he'd pay for the data overages.

"Girl Talk"

Spoiler:

“Are you sure about this?”

Elizabeth Weir picked up one of the bantos rods from the container on the floor of Atlantis’ gym, turning it over in her hand. “I don’t think that I go offworld enough to warrant a self-defense class.”

“Then do not consider it a self-defense class. Think of it as … exercise,” Teyla Emmagan replied, stretching on the mat five feet away. As she brought her arms down and bent her head towards her feet, she grunted. “Many of the military personnel have expressed their opinion that bantos training is more rigorous than their usual fitness routines.”

“Really,” Elizabeth replied, stretching her arm across her upper body. “I wonder what John thinks of that.”

“Considering the amount of times that I have beaten him at this? He most likely would agree.”

They shared a laugh, then picked up the remaining rods.

Elizabeth glanced at her feet on the mat. “So. How should we start this?”

“The key with using the bantos rods is to not only strike your opponent at a critical point, but to anticipate their move before they make it. So take a moment. Make one full revolution on the mat and try to figure out what I will do.”

Elizabeth nodded, albeit uncertainly, and began shuffling on the mat counter-clockwise. She kept her steps even, eyes on Teyla as she tried to imitate her. “Like this?” she asked, looking up to Teyla for confirmation.

Teyla tilted her head. “Yes, but do not be so analytical. You have to retrain your instincts. Your opponent will undoubtedly be anticipating what someone would do when they are startled: hesitate and flail uncoordinatedly. It makes it easier for you to be attacked when you are caught off-guard.”

Elizabeth nodded, pursing her lips. “Okay.”

The list of possible moves that Teyla could make seemed endless in Elizabeth’s mind. She could bring the rod to her legs, forcing her down on her knees. It could impact against her neck, stunning her. A seeming advance on Teyla’s part could force her hand and when she no longer had the bantos rod in front of her for protection, she could be struck anywhere.

She shook her head inwardly. How did they do this?

As they completed one turn, Teyla met Elizabeth’s eyes. “You made a list of all the possible ways I could assault you.”

Elizabeth’s eyes widened. “How did you--”

“Elizabeth, your job does not often allow you to rely on your instinct. More often than not, that usually falls to Colonel Sheppard.”

Elizabeth cocked her head, then slowly nodded.

“You have to evaluate the best course of action, depending on the circumstance. You need to do that here as well, but within a matter of seconds.”

“So what you’re saying,” Elizabeth reiterated, readjusting her grasp on the rods, “is that I need to get out of my head.”

Teyla smiled. “Exactly. Try again, but this time I will make the first move. Defend yourself.”

They weren’t halfway around the circle before Teyla brought one of her rods down and swung it diagonally, aiming for her thigh.

Elizabeth twisted her body, putting the right rod in front of her and blocking it. The wooden sticks collided, echoing in the gym.

“Good. We will try it again, but do not just block it. Make a move.”

Elizabeth nodded, breathing picking up slightly as they began the familiar path around the circle. But as she did, something that Teyla said was bouncing around inside her head.

It makes it easier for you to be attacked when you are caught off-guard.

That works both ways.

“So how’s Kanaan?”

Teyla’s eyes widened, and Elizabeth lashed out with her sticks. One hit Teyla in the shin, and the other impacted the rod in her left hand, sending it flying. It landed on the floor near the bench.

The Athosian paused, looking up in shock at the Expedition leader. “This is the first time that you have done bantos training with me. How…?”

Elizabeth smirked, an expression that she rarely showed. “First time with you.”

Teyla thought for a moment. “Ah,” she said as it finally registered. “Those training sessions with John?”

“Not for firearms,” Elizabeth affirmed, causing the other woman to laugh.

“I underestimated you, Elizabeth. But trust me, it will not happen again,” Teyla warned as she swung her remaining rod in Elizabeth’s direction.

Elizabeth raised her arms, crossing her rods in front of her. Quickly, she trapped Teyla’s single rod between hers and threw it off to the side of the room.

Teyla stared in disbelief as Elizabeth brought her rods against Teyla’s neck. “I win.”

“You have been training with John,” Teyla exclaimed, chuckling slightly as Elizabeth lowered her stance.

“What makes you say that?” she asked, dropping her rods in their basket as she accepted the water bottle from Teyla.

“I believe he views this as a game. He always tells me that Ronon beats him nearly every time that they spar. I try to remind him that when these skills are being used against an actual opponent, it is not win or lose. It is live or die.”

Elizabeth took a long swallow from her bottle, causing her to gasp slightly afterwards. “That’s why he treats it like a game. Sometimes life is too serious. And knowing John, he has to give it some humor to make it easier. It’s a game here so he’s ready for when he goes offworld.”

“Hmm. You seem to be very knowledgeable about his feelings on this subject,” Teyla slowly responded, a twinkle in her eye as she looked at Elizabeth.

She laughed. “As much as you are about Kanaan’s favorite foods.”

“Tejutal beans are not in season very often, Elizabeth. So I try and accumulate as much as possible when we visit trading worlds.”

Elizabeth raised her hands. “You don’t have to defend yourself to me, Teyla.”

“I am not defending myself, I am just … you meant that in jest, did you not?”

Elizabeth laughed, grabbing a towel off of the bench.

The doors suddenly slid open.

John Sheppard entered, clad in a black t-shirt and running pants. His eyes quickly glanced between Elizabeth and Teyla. “Ladies,” he greeted, sounding slightly unnerved once he saw the bantos rods.

“John,” Teyla replied in the same manner.

“You seem to be feeling better,” Elizabeth added.

John cleared his throat, which made him cough lightly. “Yeah, I think this cold is mostly gone. Anyhow, I was just passing through and thought I’d stop in and see if anybody wanted to go for a jog.”

“Unfortunately, I am heading to the mainland soon. Halling wished to speak to me about the preparations for the First Years ceremony soon to be held.” Teyla picked up her rods and placed them next to Elizabeth’s in the basket, then walked in front of her and nodded her head forward.

Elizabeth responded in kind.

“Thank you for the practice. It was … enlightening,” Teyla said, drawing back and smiling slyly at John before she walked out the door.

Once they shut behind her, John turned and stared at Elizabeth, confusion evident on his face. “Did I miss something?”

“No, not at all. Just some one-on-one girl time. It was a nice change.”

John nodded slowly, then stuffed his hands in his pockets. “So, you wanna practice some more?”

Elizabeth drew in a sharp breath. “I don’t know, John. I wouldn’t want to take advantage of you, given your weak condition.”

He scoffed. “You can take advantage of me anytime.”

Elizabeth’s eyebrow rose sharply as she turned to face him.

John looked up and, after his words sank in, gritted his teeth. “That didn’t come out right.”

“Uh-huh.”

Desperate to change the uncomfortable subject, John quickly asked, “So, what did you guys talk about?”

Elizabeth shrugged as she packed her towel and bottle back into her bag. “Work. Guys. Sparring.”

“Hmm. Wait, what about guys?”

Elizabeth looked up as she slung her bag over her shoulder. “Not much.”

He grinned. “You were talking about me, weren’t you?”

“I can’t keep a secret from you. Yes, we were.”

“I knew it!” he said in a low whisper as she headed for the doors. He trailed closely behind her. “So what’d ya say?”

“It wasn’t so much what I said.”

“What, Teyla?”

“Hmm.”

“Well, what did she say?”

Elizabeth turned to look at him as they stopped in front of a transporter. “I really shouldn’t say.”

“C’mon, Elizabeth, we’re friends. I can keep a secret.”

She shrugged. “It’s not really a secret.”

The doors opened and they stepped inside.

“Then you should be able to tell me.”

“All right, fine.”

John looked at her expectantly.

“That I’m a better sparring partner than you.”

John stared in disbelief. “No.”

“Yes.”

“How?”

“Simple.” Elizabeth turned to face the doors as they closed.

“I actually practice.”

fin

And on that note, I'm going to bed. Night, Sparkies!

[Falcon Horus]

Went back and searched again to find any mention of a possible fic about Elizabeth and Teyla doing bantos rods training...

I think I wrote a fic where Elizabeth and Teyla train together, and Kate's there too (obviously)... I think... I can't quite remember. Must investigate.

[Pearl of Atlantis76]

Hello everyone!

The fic bunny said he'd pay for the data overages.

"Girl Talk"

Spoiler:

“Are you sure about this?”

Elizabeth Weir picked up one of the bantos rods from the container on the floor of Atlantis’ gym, turning it over in her hand. “I don’t think that I go offworld enough to warrant a self-defense class.”

“Then do not consider it a self-defense class. Think of it as … exercise,” Teyla Emmagan replied, stretching on the mat five feet away. As she brought her arms down and bent her head towards her feet, she grunted. “Many of the military personnel have expressed their opinion that bantos training is more rigorous than their usual fitness routines.”

“Really,” Elizabeth replied, stretching her arm across her upper body. “I wonder what John thinks of that.”

“Considering the amount of times that I have beaten him at this? He most likely would agree.”

They shared a laugh, then picked up the remaining rods.

Elizabeth glanced at her feet on the mat. “So. How should we start this?”

“The key with using the bantos rods is to not only strike your opponent at a critical point, but to anticipate their move before they make it. So take a moment. Make one full revolution on the mat and try to figure out what I will do.”

Elizabeth nodded, albeit uncertainly, and began shuffling on the mat counter-clockwise. She kept her steps even, eyes on Teyla as she tried to imitate her. “Like this?” she asked, looking up to Teyla for confirmation.

Teyla tilted her head. “Yes, but do not be so analytical. You have to retrain your instincts. Your opponent will undoubtedly be anticipating what someone would do when they are startled: hesitate and flail uncoordinatedly. It makes it easier for you to be attacked when you are caught off-guard.”

Elizabeth nodded, pursing her lips. “Okay.”

The list of possible moves that Teyla could make seemed endless in Elizabeth’s mind. She could bring the rod to her legs, forcing her down on her knees. It could impact against her neck, stunning her. A seeming advance on Teyla’s part could force her hand and when she no longer had the bantos rod in front of her for protection, she could be struck anywhere.

She shook her head inwardly. How did they do this?

As they completed one turn, Teyla met Elizabeth’s eyes. “You made a list of all the possible ways I could assault you.”

Elizabeth’s eyes widened. “How did you--”

“Elizabeth, your job does not often allow you to rely on your instinct. More often than not, that usually falls to Colonel Sheppard.”

Elizabeth cocked her head, then slowly nodded.

“You have to evaluate the best course of action, depending on the circumstance. You need to do that here as well, but within a matter of seconds.”

“So what you’re saying,” Elizabeth reiterated, readjusting her grasp on the rods, “is that I need to get out of my head.”

Teyla smiled. “Exactly. Try again, but this time I will make the first move. Defend yourself.”

They weren’t halfway around the circle before Teyla brought one of her rods down and swung it diagonally, aiming for her thigh.

Elizabeth twisted her body, putting the right rod in front of her and blocking it. The wooden sticks collided, echoing in the gym.

“Good. We will try it again, but do not just block it. Make a move.”

Elizabeth nodded, breathing picking up slightly as they began the familiar path around the circle. But as she did, something that Teyla said was bouncing around inside her head.

It makes it easier for you to be attacked when you are caught off-guard.

That works both ways.

“So how’s Kanaan?”

Teyla’s eyes widened, and Elizabeth lashed out with her sticks. One hit Teyla in the shin, and the other impacted the rod in her left hand, sending it flying. It landed on the floor near the bench.

The Athosian paused, looking up in shock at the Expedition leader. “This is the first time that you have done bantos training with me. How…?”

Elizabeth smirked, an expression that she rarely showed. “First time with you.”

Teyla thought for a moment. “Ah,” she said as it finally registered. “Those training sessions with John?”

“Not for firearms,” Elizabeth affirmed, causing the other woman to laugh.

“I underestimated you, Elizabeth. But trust me, it will not happen again,” Teyla warned as she swung her remaining rod in Elizabeth’s direction.

Elizabeth raised her arms, crossing her rods in front of her. Quickly, she trapped Teyla’s single rod between hers and threw it off to the side of the room.

Teyla stared in disbelief as Elizabeth brought her rods against Teyla’s neck. “I win.”

“You have been training with John,” Teyla exclaimed, chuckling slightly as Elizabeth lowered her stance.

“What makes you say that?” she asked, dropping her rods in their basket as she accepted the water bottle from Teyla.

“I believe he views this as a game. He always tells me that Ronon beats him nearly every time that they spar. I try to remind him that when these skills are being used against an actual opponent, it is not win or lose. It is live or die.”

Elizabeth took a long swallow from her bottle, causing her to gasp slightly afterwards. “That’s why he treats it like a game. Sometimes life is too serious. And knowing John, he has to give it some humor to make it easier. It’s a game here so he’s ready for when he goes offworld.”

“Hmm. You seem to be very knowledgeable about his feelings on this subject,” Teyla slowly responded, a twinkle in her eye as she looked at Elizabeth.

She laughed. “As much as you are about Kanaan’s favorite foods.”

“Tejutal beans are not in season very often, Elizabeth. So I try and accumulate as much as possible when we visit trading worlds.”

Elizabeth raised her hands. “You don’t have to defend yourself to me, Teyla.”

“I am not defending myself, I am just … you meant that in jest, did you not?”

Elizabeth laughed, grabbing a towel off of the bench.

The doors suddenly slid open.

John Sheppard entered, clad in a black t-shirt and running pants. His eyes quickly glanced between Elizabeth and Teyla. “Ladies,” he greeted, sounding slightly unnerved once he saw the bantos rods.

“John,” Teyla replied in the same manner.

“You seem to be feeling better,” Elizabeth added.

John cleared his throat, which made him cough lightly. “Yeah, I think this cold is mostly gone. Anyhow, I was just passing through and thought I’d stop in and see if anybody wanted to go for a jog.”

“Unfortunately, I am heading to the mainland soon. Halling wished to speak to me about the preparations for the First Years ceremony soon to be held.” Teyla picked up her rods and placed them next to Elizabeth’s in the basket, then walked in front of her and nodded her head forward.

Elizabeth responded in kind.

“Thank you for the practice. It was … enlightening,” Teyla said, drawing back and smiling slyly at John before she walked out the door.

Once they shut behind her, John turned and stared at Elizabeth, confusion evident on his face. “Did I miss something?”

“No, not at all. Just some one-on-one girl time. It was a nice change.”

John nodded slowly, then stuffed his hands in his pockets. “So, you wanna practice some more?”

Elizabeth drew in a sharp breath. “I don’t know, John. I wouldn’t want to take advantage of you, given your weak condition.”

He scoffed. “You can take advantage of me anytime.”

Elizabeth’s eyebrow rose sharply as she turned to face him.

John looked up and, after his words sank in, gritted his teeth. “That didn’t come out right.”

“Uh-huh.”

Desperate to change the uncomfortable subject, John quickly asked, “So, what did you guys talk about?”

Elizabeth shrugged as she packed her towel and bottle back into her bag. “Work. Guys. Sparring.”

“Hmm. Wait, what about guys?”

Elizabeth looked up as she slung her bag over her shoulder. “Not much.”

He grinned. “You were talking about me, weren’t you?”

“I can’t keep a secret from you. Yes, we were.”

“I knew it!” he said in a low whisper as she headed for the doors. He trailed closely behind her. “So what’d ya say?”

“It wasn’t so much what I said.”

“What, Teyla?”

“Hmm.”

“Well, what did she say?”

Elizabeth turned to look at him as they stopped in front of a transporter. “I really shouldn’t say.”

“C’mon, Elizabeth, we’re friends. I can keep a secret.”

She shrugged. “It’s not really a secret.”

The doors opened and they stepped inside.

“Then you should be able to tell me.”

“All right, fine.”

John looked at her expectantly.

“That I’m a better sparring partner than you.”

John stared in disbelief. “No.”

“Yes.”

“How?”

“Simple.” Elizabeth turned to face the doors as they closed.

“I actually practice.”

fin

And on that note, I'm going to bed. Night, Sparkies!

^ This is perfect!! I want to see something like this on Atlantis Rising!!!

[Falcon Horus]

It took some opening and closing of folders, but I found that bantos sparring session I wrote a long time ago... in two-thousand and eleven.

It was called Whoop-ass, though I don't know if I ever posted it somewhere... *goes to check* ...nope, didn't post it anywhere but somewhere ... LJ perhaps, or here. Can't remember.

[ShipperWriter]

It took some opening and closing of folders, but I found that bantos sparring session I wrote a long time ago... in two-thousand and eleven.

It was called Whoop-ass, though I don't know if I ever posted it somewhere... *goes to check* ...nope, didn't post it anywhere but somewhere ... LJ perhaps, or here. Can't remember.

I went and looked at your LJ, didn't find it. And being at school, I can't search for the full name of the fic.

So let me dig into the archives. Got nothing better to do at the moment.

ETA: Nope, didn't find it there either. Hmm. Well, if you do wanna post it, I imagine more than a few people would be happy to read it.

[Falcon Horus]

Nope, it's not on my LJ... It was written for the 2011 Teyla Thing-a-thon. However, I can't remember the exact community.

[Falcon Horus]

FOUND IT!!

Here be a can of Whoop-Ass!!

[ShipperWriter]

FOUND IT!!

Here be a can of Whoop-Ass!!

Haha! I love it!!!

[Falcon Horus]

Thanks.

I should probably post it somewhere else, so that next time I don't have to go search for it.

[Southern Red]

The fic bunny said he'd pay for the data overages.

"Girl Talk"

Spoiler:

“Are you sure about this?”

Elizabeth Weir picked up one of the bantos rods from the container on the floor of Atlantis’ gym, turning it over in her hand. “I don’t think that I go offworld enough to warrant a self-defense class.”

“Then do not consider it a self-defense class. Think of it as … exercise,” Teyla Emmagan replied, stretching on the mat five feet away. As she brought her arms down and bent her head towards her feet, she grunted. “Many of the military personnel have expressed their opinion that bantos training is more rigorous than their usual fitness routines.”

“Really,” Elizabeth replied, stretching her arm across her upper body. “I wonder what John thinks of that.”

“Considering the amount of times that I have beaten him at this? He most likely would agree.”

They shared a laugh, then picked up the remaining rods.

Elizabeth glanced at her feet on the mat. “So. How should we start this?”

“The key with using the bantos rods is to not only strike your opponent at a critical point, but to anticipate their move before they make it. So take a moment. Make one full revolution on the mat and try to figure out what I will do.”

Elizabeth nodded, albeit uncertainly, and began shuffling on the mat counter-clockwise. She kept her steps even, eyes on Teyla as she tried to imitate her. “Like this?” she asked, looking up to Teyla for confirmation.

Teyla tilted her head. “Yes, but do not be so analytical. You have to retrain your instincts. Your opponent will undoubtedly be anticipating what someone would do when they are startled: hesitate and flail uncoordinatedly. It makes it easier for you to be attacked when you are caught off-guard.”

Elizabeth nodded, pursing her lips. “Okay.”

The list of possible moves that Teyla could make seemed endless in Elizabeth’s mind. She could bring the rod to her legs, forcing her down on her knees. It could impact against her neck, stunning her. A seeming advance on Teyla’s part could force her hand and when she no longer had the bantos rod in front of her for protection, she could be struck anywhere.

She shook her head inwardly. How did they do this?

As they completed one turn, Teyla met Elizabeth’s eyes. “You made a list of all the possible ways I could assault you.”

Elizabeth’s eyes widened. “How did you--”

“Elizabeth, your job does not often allow you to rely on your instinct. More often than not, that usually falls to Colonel Sheppard.”

Elizabeth cocked her head, then slowly nodded.

“You have to evaluate the best course of action, depending on the circumstance. You need to do that here as well, but within a matter of seconds.”

“So what you’re saying,” Elizabeth reiterated, readjusting her grasp on the rods, “is that I need to get out of my head.”

Teyla smiled. “Exactly. Try again, but this time I will make the first move. Defend yourself.”

They weren’t halfway around the circle before Teyla brought one of her rods down and swung it diagonally, aiming for her thigh.

Elizabeth twisted her body, putting the right rod in front of her and blocking it. The wooden sticks collided, echoing in the gym.

“Good. We will try it again, but do not just block it. Make a move.”

Elizabeth nodded, breathing picking up slightly as they began the familiar path around the circle. But as she did, something that Teyla said was bouncing around inside her head.

It makes it easier for you to be attacked when you are caught off-guard.

That works both ways.

“So how’s Kanaan?”

Teyla’s eyes widened, and Elizabeth lashed out with her sticks. One hit Teyla in the shin, and the other impacted the rod in her left hand, sending it flying. It landed on the floor near the bench.

The Athosian paused, looking up in shock at the Expedition leader. “This is the first time that you have done bantos training with me. How…?”

Elizabeth smirked, an expression that she rarely showed. “First time with you.”

Teyla thought for a moment. “Ah,” she said as it finally registered. “Those training sessions with John?”

“Not for firearms,” Elizabeth affirmed, causing the other woman to laugh.

“I underestimated you, Elizabeth. But trust me, it will not happen again,” Teyla warned as she swung her remaining rod in Elizabeth’s direction.

Elizabeth raised her arms, crossing her rods in front of her. Quickly, she trapped Teyla’s single rod between hers and threw it off to the side of the room.

Teyla stared in disbelief as Elizabeth brought her rods against Teyla’s neck. “I win.”

“You have been training with John,” Teyla exclaimed, chuckling slightly as Elizabeth lowered her stance.

“What makes you say that?” she asked, dropping her rods in their basket as she accepted the water bottle from Teyla.

“I believe he views this as a game. He always tells me that Ronon beats him nearly every time that they spar. I try to remind him that when these skills are being used against an actual opponent, it is not win or lose. It is live or die.”

Elizabeth took a long swallow from her bottle, causing her to gasp slightly afterwards. “That’s why he treats it like a game. Sometimes life is too serious. And knowing John, he has to give it some humor to make it easier. It’s a game here so he’s ready for when he goes offworld.”

“Hmm. You seem to be very knowledgeable about his feelings on this subject,” Teyla slowly responded, a twinkle in her eye as she looked at Elizabeth.

She laughed. “As much as you are about Kanaan’s favorite foods.”

“Tejutal beans are not in season very often, Elizabeth. So I try and accumulate as much as possible when we visit trading worlds.”

Elizabeth raised her hands. “You don’t have to defend yourself to me, Teyla.”

“I am not defending myself, I am just … you meant that in jest, did you not?”

Elizabeth laughed, grabbing a towel off of the bench.

The doors suddenly slid open.

John Sheppard entered, clad in a black t-shirt and running pants. His eyes quickly glanced between Elizabeth and Teyla. “Ladies,” he greeted, sounding slightly unnerved once he saw the bantos rods.

“John,” Teyla replied in the same manner.

“You seem to be feeling better,” Elizabeth added.

John cleared his throat, which made him cough lightly. “Yeah, I think this cold is mostly gone. Anyhow, I was just passing through and thought I’d stop in and see if anybody wanted to go for a jog.”

“Unfortunately, I am heading to the mainland soon. Halling wished to speak to me about the preparations for the First Years ceremony soon to be held.” Teyla picked up her rods and placed them next to Elizabeth’s in the basket, then walked in front of her and nodded her head forward.

Elizabeth responded in kind.

“Thank you for the practice. It was … enlightening,” Teyla said, drawing back and smiling slyly at John before she walked out the door.

Once they shut behind her, John turned and stared at Elizabeth, confusion evident on his face. “Did I miss something?”

“No, not at all. Just some one-on-one girl time. It was a nice change.”

John nodded slowly, then stuffed his hands in his pockets. “So, you wanna practice some more?”

Elizabeth drew in a sharp breath. “I don’t know, John. I wouldn’t want to take advantage of you, given your weak condition.”

He scoffed. “You can take advantage of me anytime.”

Elizabeth’s eyebrow rose sharply as she turned to face him.

John looked up and, after his words sank in, gritted his teeth. “That didn’t come out right.”

“Uh-huh.”

Desperate to change the uncomfortable subject, John quickly asked, “So, what did you guys talk about?”

Elizabeth shrugged as she packed her towel and bottle back into her bag. “Work. Guys. Sparring.”

“Hmm. Wait, what about guys?”

Elizabeth looked up as she slung her bag over her shoulder. “Not much.”

He grinned. “You were talking about me, weren’t you?”

“I can’t keep a secret from you. Yes, we were.”

“I knew it!” he said in a low whisper as she headed for the doors. He trailed closely behind her. “So what’d ya say?”

“It wasn’t so much what I said.”

“What, Teyla?”

“Hmm.”

“Well, what did she say?”

Elizabeth turned to look at him as they stopped in front of a transporter. “I really shouldn’t say.”

“C’mon, Elizabeth, we’re friends. I can keep a secret.”

She shrugged. “It’s not really a secret.”

The doors opened and they stepped inside.

“Then you should be able to tell me.”

“All right, fine.”

John looked at her expectantly.

“That I’m a better sparring partner than you.”

John stared in disbelief. “No.”

“Yes.”

“How?”

“Simple.” Elizabeth turned to face the doors as they closed.

“I actually practice.”

fin

And on that note, I'm going to bed. Night, Sparkies!

Nice punch line to the joke on John. Loved it.

FOUND IT!!

Here be a can of Whoop-Ass!!

Bookmarked for later but I know I'll love me some whoop ass.

[Scary Kitty]

Good morning, Sparkies! Happy Pretty Friday!

ZOMG, ShipperWriter you've done it again! That ficlet is awesomesauce!

FOUND IT!!

Here be a can of Whoop-Ass!!

*saves link* Gonna have to check this out when I get back from my physical therapy session today.

Bookmarked for later but I know I'll love me some whoop ass.

You and me both!

[ShipperWriter]

^ This is perfect!! I want to see something like this on Atlantis Rising!!!

Nice punch line to the joke on John. Loved it.

ZOMG, ShipperWriter you've done it again! That ficlet is awesomesauce!

*bows* Grazie!

*saves link* Gonna have to check this out when I get back from my physical therapy session today.

How's your foot doing???

[Sparky She-Demon]

Nope. I just don't have the time anymore to write longer stories like I used to. Oneshots, on the other hand, can easily be done on my iPad while at work.

Think you could do a oneshot of the Tok'ra on Atlantis for the episode "The Long Goodbye"?