Elizabeth Weir/John Sheppard Appreciation/Ship/Discussion Thread

[Probie]

Euro 2004 was in Portugal, and Portugal's national team were prognosed to win. Their first game was against Greece, and I don't remeber who won that one, but I think it was Greece. See, Greece was never really good at football (soccer), while Portugal is one of the best teams in the world.

Portugal did good along the tournament, and guess whom they met in the finals? Greece! It was quite unbelieavable, but Greece kept winning. They didn't play very good soccer, but they played effective soccer. They probably were luck too. They won in the finals too (and I'm not ashamed to admit I cheered for them after Croatia got kicked out).

Probie doesn't like how the tournament turned out because she's a fan of Portugal. (Probie, don't watch the video).

I have some portuguese genes. I'm crying because Greece won and because you said you cheered for them.

Germany didn't even make the quarter finals for the second time in a row, that's enough to make me cry... However, I believe that Probie is referring to the final, where Portugal played against Greece and lost. Although most Germans cheered for Greece, because their coach was German...

and this deals with Sparky How?

It doesn't. Many of my posts don't have a link with Sparky. Like this one for example.
Now I will cry.

[Scary Kitty]

Good morning, Sparkies! Happy Lazy Sunday!

Well, Radek and John can always have a fight/discussion about soccer VS football. Elizabeth can be very mused about it *g*

Heh!

Hey that's actually a pretty good idea. Zelenka probably wouldn't like Greece either.

*cracks up*

I'm not a regular reader of fanfics, but occasionally I try to check a few out every so often. When I have more time I'll see if I can go through SK's fic.

*squees* I hope you like it!

[Eri13]

Sorry about the loss. Who woulda thunk Stanford?

I have many but Celtic Woman is a favorite. I also like Celine Dion and Josh Groban. This is actually my favorite Christmas song.

Sorry about UT.

Hm, Oh Holy Night is my favorite Christmas song too, and the favorite version is by Josh Groban. He dos something with that song and lifts it up to another level.

That's also my fave Christmas song, and Josh Groban's version is my absolute favorite.

MY TENNIS TEAM WON OUR CITY FINAL! YAY! AND GEORGIA WON! DOUBLE YAY!

Okay, I'll stop squeeing.

Pkprd, we lost you only for the night, right? @__@

Hope everyone's doing well! Back to the grind tomorrow.

[Janet Fraiser]

Momentarily back from the dead - with a ficlet in tow. Well, actually a drabble. Just wanted this one out of my system.

(Post-Lifeline)

Spoiler:

Free-Fall

It was better than the bottle.

He took the steps two at a time, breath coming in short gasps. Concentrate. Concentrate.

Moonlight filtered through the tall glass windows adorning the sides of the small tower, ensuring that he wouldn’t trip himself.

Right, left, right, left, bare feet pounding on metal, he climbed up the spiral. One hundred steps, two hundred, three hundred, and then...

Thank God this place existed. The last thing he needed was a transporter. The last thing he wanted was time to think.

The night air brushed his face as the automatic doors opened before him. He found himself on a balcony hovering just over the water, composed in its tranquility. Black, navy, aquamarine – the shimmering colors summoned forth by the gentle winds – grew increasingly alluring, fascinating, perfect.

Slowly, he pushed himself onto the balcony wall and sucked in the cold air. The goose bumps rose. No need to think. No need. Don’t do it. Just...

John jumped.

His heart was a drum in his chest, teeth gritted tightly. The wind was growing colder, colder, biting now. Everything a blur. Blue approaching faster, more and more magnificent the closer he came. Lights from the city glimmering on and off, brilliant then obscure.

No, no need to think about anything as the anticipation of the sea below claimed his attention and he held his breath. Nothing to reflect on while his body turned into an icicle, plummeting head first.

Faster, faster...

A sudden, clean splash. He felt himself fall further beneath the surface and the sting of the freezing water sent his mind reeling. It felt excruciating. It felt so good.

He wanted the ice on his skin, the fire in his lungs. His mind would be wiped of coherent thought – the ideal state.

It was, of course, short lived.

He surfaced, wiped his eyes, and swam slowly, methodically, to the edge of the pier. With numb arms, he hoisted himself up, glancing at the structure from which he’d fallen.

To anyone else he must have looked a wreck. Who cared? He didn’t want to think about them. Helpless, desperate. He wanted to dispel every thought, every contemplation. Otherwise, the mantra would play and again he’d see her face and her voice and her laugh and her touch and her smile and her eyes and...

Her eyes would haunt his memory.

The throbbing in his head returned, as it always did, and John willed every fiber of his being not to convulse.

He dug his heel into the ground, one ever-persistent drop having trickled down his cheek, and drove himself toward the imposing tower once more.

*returns to homework and craziness*

[Scary Kitty]

Whoo hoo! Go Eri! Congratulations!

[drewandian]

Momentarily back from the dead - with a ficlet in tow. Well, actually a drabble. Just wanted this one out of my system.

(Post-Lifeline)

Spoiler:

Free-Fall

It was better than the bottle.

He took the steps two at a time, breath coming in short gasps. Concentrate. Concentrate.

Moonlight filtered through the tall glass windows adorning the sides of the small tower, ensuring that he wouldn’t trip himself.

Right, left, right, left, bare feet pounding on metal, he climbed up the spiral. One hundred steps, two hundred, three hundred, and then...

Thank God this place existed. The last thing he needed was a transporter. The last thing he wanted was time to think.

The night air brushed his face as the automatic doors opened before him. He found himself on a balcony hovering just over the water, composed in its tranquility. Black, navy, aquamarine – the shimmering colors summoned forth by the gentle winds – grew increasingly alluring, fascinating, perfect.

Slowly, he pushed himself onto the balcony wall and sucked in the cold air. The goose bumps rose. No need to think. No need. Don’t do it. Just...

John jumped.

His heart was a drum in his chest, teeth gritted tightly. The wind was growing colder, colder, biting now. Everything a blur. Blue approaching faster, more and more magnificent the closer he came. Lights from the city glimmering on and off, brilliant then obscure.

No, no need to think about anything as the anticipation of the sea below claimed his attention and he held his breath. Nothing to reflect on while his body turned into an icicle, plummeting head first.

Faster, faster...

A sudden, clean splash. He felt himself fall further beneath the surface and the sting of the freezing water sent his mind reeling. It felt excruciating. It felt so good.

He wanted the ice on his skin, the fire in his lungs. His mind would be wiped of coherent thought – the ideal state.

It was, of course, short lived.

He surfaced, wiped his eyes, and swam slowly, methodically, to the edge of the pier. With numb arms, he hoisted himself up, glancing at the structure from which he’d fallen.

To anyone else he must have looked a wreck. Who cared? He didn’t want to think about them. Helpless, desperate. He wanted to dispel every thought, every contemplation. Otherwise, the mantra would play and again he’d see her face and her voice and her laugh and her touch and her smile and her eyes and...

Her eyes would haunt his memory.

The throbbing in his head returned, as it always did, and John willed every fiber of his being not to convulse.

He dug his heel into the ground, one ever-persistent drop having trickled down his cheek, and drove himself toward the imposing tower once more.

*returns to homework and craziness*

oh...


Eri, Congrats!

[Luciana]

Because it's waaaaaaaaaay too long since I made a Sparky sig.



Snurchable of course.
I think you know that.

[Scary Kitty]

Momentarily back from the dead - with a ficlet in tow. Well, actually a drabble. Just wanted this one out of my system.

(Post-Lifeline)

Spoiler:

Free-Fall

It was better than the bottle.

He took the steps two at a time, breath coming in short gasps. Concentrate. Concentrate.

Moonlight filtered through the tall glass windows adorning the sides of the small tower, ensuring that he wouldn’t trip himself.

Right, left, right, left, bare feet pounding on metal, he climbed up the spiral. One hundred steps, two hundred, three hundred, and then...

Thank God this place existed. The last thing he needed was a transporter. The last thing he wanted was time to think.

The night air brushed his face as the automatic doors opened before him. He found himself on a balcony hovering just over the water, composed in its tranquility. Black, navy, aquamarine – the shimmering colors summoned forth by the gentle winds – grew increasingly alluring, fascinating, perfect.

Slowly, he pushed himself onto the balcony wall and sucked in the cold air. The goose bumps rose. No need to think. No need. Don’t do it. Just...

John jumped.

His heart was a drum in his chest, teeth gritted tightly. The wind was growing colder, colder, biting now. Everything a blur. Blue approaching faster, more and more magnificent the closer he came. Lights from the city glimmering on and off, brilliant then obscure.

No, no need to think about anything as the anticipation of the sea below claimed his attention and he held his breath. Nothing to reflect on while his body turned into an icicle, plummeting head first.

Faster, faster...

A sudden, clean splash. He felt himself fall further beneath the surface and the sting of the freezing water sent his mind reeling. It felt excruciating. It felt so good.

He wanted the ice on his skin, the fire in his lungs. His mind would be wiped of coherent thought – the ideal state.

It was, of course, short lived.

He surfaced, wiped his eyes, and swam slowly, methodically, to the edge of the pier. With numb arms, he hoisted himself up, glancing at the structure from which he’d fallen.

To anyone else he must have looked a wreck. Who cared? He didn’t want to think about them. Helpless, desperate. He wanted to dispel every thought, every contemplation. Otherwise, the mantra would play and again he’d see her face and her voice and her laugh and her touch and her smile and her eyes and...

Her eyes would haunt his memory.

The throbbing in his head returned, as it always did, and John willed every fiber of his being not to convulse.

He dug his heel into the ground, one ever-persistent drop having trickled down his cheek, and drove himself toward the imposing tower once more.

*returns to homework and craziness*

Daaaaaamn! That is brutal. I can totally see John torturing himself like that, too.

Great job, this is an awesome ficlet!

Because it's waaaaaaaaaay too long since I made a Sparky sig.

http://i38.tinypic.com/2wf62oh.jpg

Snurchable of course.
I think you know that.

Squee! So pretty! John and Elizabeth are totally the heart and soul of Atlantis.

[Luciana]

I watched The Storm and The Eye yesterday and needed to do some Sparky art, cause I miss them so much. *sighs*

[Regularamanda]

*sneaks in hoping no one's notices her absence*

Lucinda that sig is awesome!

*sneaks out*

[Scary Kitty]

*sneaks in hoping no one's notices her absence*

Lucinda that sig is awesome!

*sneaks out*

*pokepoke* Hey you! Long time, no see!

[Regularamanda]

*pokepoke* Hey you! Long time, no see!

I know...college is a pain Hopefully in a few weeks I'll be around more!

And I have 2 Sparky fics I'm working on

[Southern Red]

Momentarily back from the dead - with a ficlet in tow. Well, actually a drabble. Just wanted this one out of my system.

(Post-Lifeline)

Spoiler:

Free-Fall

It was better than the bottle.

He took the steps two at a time, breath coming in short gasps. Concentrate. Concentrate.

Moonlight filtered through the tall glass windows adorning the sides of the small tower, ensuring that he wouldn’t trip himself.

Right, left, right, left, bare feet pounding on metal, he climbed up the spiral. One hundred steps, two hundred, three hundred, and then...

Thank God this place existed. The last thing he needed was a transporter. The last thing he wanted was time to think.

The night air brushed his face as the automatic doors opened before him. He found himself on a balcony hovering just over the water, composed in its tranquility. Black, navy, aquamarine – the shimmering colors summoned forth by the gentle winds – grew increasingly alluring, fascinating, perfect.

Slowly, he pushed himself onto the balcony wall and sucked in the cold air. The goose bumps rose. No need to think. No need. Don’t do it. Just...

John jumped.

His heart was a drum in his chest, teeth gritted tightly. The wind was growing colder, colder, biting now. Everything a blur. Blue approaching faster, more and more magnificent the closer he came. Lights from the city glimmering on and off, brilliant then obscure.

No, no need to think about anything as the anticipation of the sea below claimed his attention and he held his breath. Nothing to reflect on while his body turned into an icicle, plummeting head first.

Faster, faster...

A sudden, clean splash. He felt himself fall further beneath the surface and the sting of the freezing water sent his mind reeling. It felt excruciating. It felt so good.

He wanted the ice on his skin, the fire in his lungs. His mind would be wiped of coherent thought – the ideal state.

It was, of course, short lived.

He surfaced, wiped his eyes, and swam slowly, methodically, to the edge of the pier. With numb arms, he hoisted himself up, glancing at the structure from which he’d fallen.

To anyone else he must have looked a wreck. Who cared? He didn’t want to think about them. Helpless, desperate. He wanted to dispel every thought, every contemplation. Otherwise, the mantra would play and again he’d see her face and her voice and her laugh and her touch and her smile and her eyes and...

Her eyes would haunt his memory.

The throbbing in his head returned, as it always did, and John willed every fiber of his being not to convulse.

He dug his heel into the ground, one ever-persistent drop having trickled down his cheek, and drove himself toward the imposing tower once more.

*returns to homework and craziness*

That was just...wow! Oh John!

Because it's waaaaaaaaaay too long since I made a Sparky sig.

http://i38.tinypic.com/2wf62oh.jpg

Snurchable of course.
I think you know that.

Snurched gladly. We thought you had deserted us. Thanks a ton.


OT

Spoiler:

I just spent the afternoon with a friend I haven't seen since college. It was a wonderful reunion. Then when I got home I had a message from another friend who moved away and I haven't seen in 5 years. What a day!

[Erin87]

That's also my fave Christmas song, and Josh Groban's version is my absolute favorite.

MY TENNIS TEAM WON OUR CITY FINAL! YAY! AND GEORGIA WON! DOUBLE YAY!

Okay, I'll stop squeeing.

Pkprd, we lost you only for the night, right? @__@

Hope everyone's doing well! Back to the grind tomorrow.

Yay! Congrats.

Momentarily back from the dead - with a ficlet in tow. Well, actually a drabble. Just wanted this one out of my system.

(Post-Lifeline)

Spoiler:

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*returns to homework and craziness*

Wow, that was great! Oh John...

Because it's waaaaaaaaaay too long since I made a Sparky sig.

http://i38.tinypic.com/2wf62oh.jpg

Snurchable of course.
I think you know that.

Ooo, so pretty!! Welcome back.

*sneaks in hoping no one's notices her absence*

Lucinda that sig is awesome!

*sneaks out*

*waves* Hi!

[drewandian]

SR

Spoiler:

glad to hear you had a good time catching up with old friends!

*giggles* watching Aurora...love how McKay keeps saying the Wraith-chick is hot and John never really reacts anymore than to say "she's a Wraith"...because he only has eyes for Elizabeth.... (sorry...tired...getting punchy....)