Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard Appreciation/Ship/Discussion Thread

[Torri012]

oh, Are We Writing Kiddie Fic Today? I'm No Good At That - So Much Better At Angst Than Fluff! Ah Well.

Here's The Poem I Promised. It's Not That Great, But It's My First Sparky Poem. Hope You Like It Regardless! It Was Inspired By That Scene In Liz's Bedroom In "the Return, Part 1".

goodbye

He Came To Say Goodbye.

Not In So Many Words,
Of Course.
But It Felt Like Goodbye
Even So.

I Had Been Packing My
Memories Away,
Misery Making Me
Defiant.

And Suddenly
He Was There
As Though My Soul
Called Out To Him

My Breath Caught
And I Was Sure He
Could Hear My
Heart Thump.

Meaningless Words Drifted
Through A Sorrowful
Sparkling Divide
And My Heart Ached For Him.

He Could Not Have Come
Just To Discuss Arrangements
After All We Had
Been Through Together...

And Yet I Adored His
Stubborness, His Refusal
To Reveal His Feelings.
His Solidarity Balances My Passion.

So We Stood There,
Talking, And Yet Not Saying
A Thing, While The Silence
Of Words Unsaid Rang In My Ears.

Then Our Meaningless Chatter
Stopped Too, And In
The Pause I Realised
His Goodbye.

My Heart Broke, But
Through The Pain I
Said Not A Word.
And Neither Did He.

We Stood, Islands Of Emotion,
Staring At Each Other Across
A Yawning Divide
That I Was Unable To Cross.

There Was Nothing I Could Say.

And Then It Was Over.
He Mumbled And Was Gone,
Leaving Me Alone To Grieve
For All That Might Have Been.

For All That Will Never Be.

Goodbye, John.

Wow!!!!

[Scary Kitty]

Torri012, that was a great funny story! As much as "Uncle" Rodney has protested time and again that he doesn't like kids, he certainly seems to have no trouble bonding with Sparky!kids. Gotta love it!

LiliJ, that was such a sad and beautiful poem! Poor Elizabeth and John! I wish I was good at writing poetry; just don't have the knack for it, I guess.

[Reiko]

CM has always been one of my faves, though I wear out the FF button going part the dirty people parts.

» But - but then you miss all the Carson/Teyla

Well this isn't particularly good and the plot is kinda homaged from Rugrats but I think it's sweet.

Spoiler:

John Sheppard placed a cup of juice next to his four year old daughter as she sat colouring in her pictures. Despite being only four, Mia Sheppard was already a talented little mite when it came to art.
John kissed his daughter on the head,

“What are you colouring baby?”

“Picture” She said without even looking up. When she got started on something she really got stuck in.

“Can Daddy see it?”

Reluctantly Mia turned round and nodded, passing John the picture.

John sat down on the floor and looked at the picture. He could clearly see that it was a picture of himself, a pregnant Elizabeth and Mia.

“That's really good baby”

Mia moved from her seat and sat on John's lap

“Daddy can I ask you a question?”

John nodded and he placed his daughter black hair behind her ears before taking a sip of his own drink.

“Where do babies come from?”

John nearly choked on his coffee and set it to one side, still coughing.

“What?”

Mia looked up at him, her face a picture of innocence.

“Babies, where do they come from?”

John rubbed his neck and thought carefully about his answer.

“Well, they come from their Mummy's tummy, like you did”

Mia cocked her head slightly

“How do they get there?”

John secretly wondered whether his, picture of innocence, daughter was torturing him on purpose.

“Well, when a Mummy and Daddy decide they want a baby. Like when me and Mummy decided we wanted you and your bother we decided to..” John paused and closed his eyes “...we called the stork”

Mia's eyes widened.

“What's a stork?”

John sighed, this was pure torture.

“It's a big ugly bird with feathers, it brings babies”

Mia nodded slowly and looked down for a moment before looking back up at her father in alarm.

“You said babies came from Mummy's tummy. How do they get there if a Stork brings babies?”

John nodded slowly and stuttered for a moment

“You know, I'm not really sure. That's something you should ask Mummy when she finishes working”

Mia nodded slowly

“Okay Daddy”

Mia kissed John's cheek before jumping off his lap and going back to her colouring.
John sat watching her fore a moment for sighing. Elizabeth was going to kill him.

» Aww! I love that <3

Oh, are we writing kiddie fic today? I'm no good at that - so much better at angst than fluff! Ah well.

Here's the poem I promised. It's not that great, but it's my first sparky poem. Hope you like it regardless! It was inspired by that scene in Liz's bedroom in "The Return, Part 1".

Spoiler:

Goodbye

He came to say goodbye.

Not in so many words,
Of course.
But it felt like goodbye
Even so.

I had been packing my
Memories away,
Misery making me
Defiant.

And suddenly
He was there
As though my soul
Called out to him

My breath caught
And I was sure he
Could hear my
Heart thump.

Meaningless words drifted
Through a sorrowful
Sparkling divide
And my heart ached for him.

He could not have come
Just to discuss arrangements
After all we had
Been through together...

And yet I adored his
Stubborness, his refusal
To reveal his feelings.
His solidarity balances my passion.

So we stood there,
Talking, and yet not saying
A thing, while the silence
Of words unsaid rang in my ears.

Then our meaningless chatter
Stopped too, and in
The pause I realised
His goodbye.

My heart broke, but
Through the pain I
Said not a word.
And neither did he.

We stood, islands of emotion,
Staring at each other across
A yawning divide
That I was unable to cross.

There was nothing I could say.

And then it was over.
He mumbled and was gone,
Leaving me alone to grieve
For all that might have been.

For all that will never be.

Goodbye, John

.

» Lovely poem! I suck at poetry.

[Southern Red]

I'm back from a power outage! OMG! Lightning and thunder of Biblical porportions and then whumpf! no power for 5 hours. *breathes*

Well this isn't particularly good and the plot is kinda homaged from Rugrats but I think it's sweet.

Spoiler:

John Sheppard placed a cup of juice next to his four year old daughter as she sat colouring in her pictures. Despite being only four, Mia Sheppard was already a talented little mite when it came to art.
John kissed his daughter on the head,

“What are you colouring baby?”

“Picture” She said without even looking up. When she got started on something she really got stuck in.

“Can Daddy see it?”

Reluctantly Mia turned round and nodded, passing John the picture.

John sat down on the floor and looked at the picture. He could clearly see that it was a picture of himself, a pregnant Elizabeth and Mia.

“That's really good baby”

Mia moved from her seat and sat on John's lap

“Daddy can I ask you a question?”

John nodded and he placed his daughter black hair behind her ears before taking a sip of his own drink.

“Where do babies come from?”

John nearly choked on his coffee and set it to one side, still coughing.

“What?”

Mia looked up at him, her face a picture of innocence.

“Babies, where do they come from?”

John rubbed his neck and thought carefully about his answer.

“Well, they come from their Mummy's tummy, like you did”

Mia cocked her head slightly

“How do they get there?”

John secretly wondered whether his, picture of innocence, daughter was torturing him on purpose.

“Well, when a Mummy and Daddy decide they want a baby. Like when me and Mummy decided we wanted you and your bother we decided to..” John paused and closed his eyes “...we called the stork”

Mia's eyes widened.

“What's a stork?”

John sighed, this was pure torture.

“It's a big ugly bird with feathers, it brings babies”

Mia nodded slowly and looked down for a moment before looking back up at her father in alarm.

“You said babies came from Mummy's tummy. How do they get there if a Stork brings babies?”

John nodded slowly and stuttered for a moment

“You know, I'm not really sure. That's something you should ask Mummy when she finishes working”

Mia nodded slowly

“Okay Daddy”

Mia kissed John's cheek before jumping off his lap and going back to her colouring.
John sat watching her fore a moment for sighing. Elizabeth was going to kill him.

Darling. Love it.

Oh, are we writing kiddie fic today? I'm no good at that - so much better at angst than fluff! Ah well.

Here's the poem I promised. It's not that great, but it's my first sparky poem. Hope you like it regardless! It was inspired by that scene in Liz's bedroom in "The Return, Part 1".

Goodbye

He came to say goodbye.

Not in so many words,
Of course.
But it felt like goodbye
Even so.

I had been packing my
Memories away,
Misery making me
Defiant.

And suddenly
He was there
As though my soul
Called out to him

My breath caught
And I was sure he
Could hear my
Heart thump.

Meaningless words drifted
Through a sorrowful
Sparkling divide
And my heart ached for him.

He could not have come
Just to discuss arrangements
After all we had
Been through together...

And yet I adored his
Stubborness, his refusal
To reveal his feelings.
His solidarity balances my passion.

So we stood there,
Talking, and yet not saying
A thing, while the silence
Of words unsaid rang in my ears.

Then our meaningless chatter
Stopped too, and in
The pause I realised
His goodbye.

My heart broke, but
Through the pain I
Said not a word.
And neither did he.

We stood, islands of emotion,
Staring at each other across
A yawning divide
That I was unable to cross.

There was nothing I could say.

And then it was over.
He mumbled and was gone,
Leaving me alone to grieve
For all that might have been.

For all that will never be.

Goodbye, John.

Having survived years of poetry classes, I can safely say that was brilliant.

[Pocus]

Loving all the positive energy flowing out of this thread!!!

Have some mints

Did you know if you hit a mint with a hammer it throws off sparks. Coincidence? I think not!

[Southern Red]

Loving all the positive energy flowing out of this thread!!!

Have some mints

Did you know if you hit a mint with a hammer it throws off sparks. Coincidence? I think not!

Mints! I was wondering where those got to. *carefully dusts one off and pops in mouth* Yummy.

[Pocus]

Mints! I was wondering where those got to. *carefully dusts one off and pops in mouth* Yummy.

Glad you are enjoying them. Hopefully they aren't too dusty for you.

Glad you made it through the storms alright. We had some big ones up here in PA too.

[Southern Red]

Nah, I'm a dusty old broad myself. lol

It seems like the storms were all over. I swear I saw a witch on a bicycle blow past my window.

And no Sparky to keep me distracted. Oh well, there's always tomorrow. *sings*

[Scary Kitty]

I'm back from a power outage! OMG! Lightning and thunder of Biblical porportions and then whumpf! no power for 5 hours. *breathes*

It seems like the storms were all over. I swear I saw a witch on a bicycle blow past my window.

And no Sparky to keep me distracted. Oh well, there's always tomorrow. *sings*

Did the witch look like one of TPTB? After all, the Wicked Witch of the West did look like that mean old Miss Gulch...

Oh well, I'm sure that Sparky are waiting for all of us in a beautiful city of crystal and silver...

[Scary Kitty]

Loving all the positive energy flowing out of this thread!!!

Have some mints

Mints! Yummy! Thanks, Pocus!

Did you know if you hit a mint with a hammer it throws off sparks. Coincidence? I think not!

Really? Hmm, I'm gonna have to try that...

[Anuna]

OMG LIlJ!!! That was great!!!!!

We had storms two days ago here. I know what happened - my storms went to you guys!

Anyway, did you vote Elizabeth, my dear sparkies?

And mints! YAY! Thanx for bringing them, Pocus - now this thread feels so good again!

[Irish Eyes]

CM is one of my favorite episodes because hey! The gang's all here! One thing Eri said about J/E grabbed my attention: "If they're crossing a line, they're going together." That is so true and why I sort of roll my eyes when people criticize Elizabeth's leadership. John was right there with her making the decisions.

I loved Teyla's song in this eppy. Found it here:

http://youtube.com/watch?v=1gbHuidZ0xo&feature=related

Oh, are we writing kiddie fic today? I'm no good at that - so much better at angst than fluff! Ah well.

Here's the poem I promised. It's not that great, but it's my first sparky poem. Hope you like it regardless! It was inspired by that scene in Liz's bedroom in "The Return, Part 1".

Spoiler:

Goodbye

He came to say goodbye.

Not in so many words,
Of course.
But it felt like goodbye
Even so.

I had been packing my
Memories away,
Misery making me
Defiant.

And suddenly
He was there
As though my soul
Called out to him

My breath caught
And I was sure he
Could hear my
Heart thump.

Meaningless words drifted
Through a sorrowful
Sparkling divide
And my heart ached for him.

He could not have come
Just to discuss arrangements
After all we had
Been through together...

And yet I adored his
Stubborness, his refusal
To reveal his feelings.
His solidarity balances my passion.

So we stood there,
Talking, and yet not saying
A thing, while the silence
Of words unsaid rang in my ears.

Then our meaningless chatter
Stopped too, and in
The pause I realised
His goodbye.

My heart broke, but
Through the pain I
Said not a word.
And neither did he.

We stood, islands of emotion,
Staring at each other across
A yawning divide
That I was unable to cross.

There was nothing I could say.

And then it was over.
He mumbled and was gone,
Leaving me alone to grieve
For all that might have been.

For all that will never be.

Goodbye, John.

Wow. Just wow...

[justhere1971]

LilJ: LOVE that poem. I have no idea how people can make words flow together like that. I can't even write prose, let alone poetry.

johnliz4ever: That was insanely cute! The dialog was so easily flowing. I love the fact that Mia is already smart enough to understand that what her Daddy is trying to pass as fact, is not very plausible.

Pocus:: Wondered when you were going to drop by with the mints. *washes the dust, and pops one in*

SR: My in-laws had some over the weekend. We had it a couple of weeks ago. My kids had a sleepover, and one little boy was so scared of the lightning, I had to sleep in their room on the floor. So not good for old bones. :/

Waves to the sparkies. Sorry I couldn't post much yesterday due to STOOOOPID work meeting. *grumps*

[Southern Red]

Did the witch look like one of TPTB? After all, the Wicked Witch of the West did look like that mean old Miss Gulch...

Oh well, I'm sure that Sparky are waiting for all of us in a beautiful city of crystal and silver...

Good morning. After I read the paper today I realized we were lucky. A guy died when a huge tree fell on him and some people won't get their power back on until tomorrow.

But while sitting in the dark with nothing to do, I had a visit from a plot bunny. More later.

[SMB_BOOKS]

I'm in Kansas. We're supposed to have tornadic activity of biblical proportions today. Yippee!

Anyhoo......

SPARKY IS ETERNAL!