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John Sheppard/Teyla Emmagan Appreciation/Ship/Discussion Thread
Okay. I got my 'woohoo' out in the serious discussion thread.
I'm still not ruling out Teyla having a relationship with another man - not necessarily pregnancy-related, though (ie. Teyla may have a crush on someone who isn't John and whom she doesn't sleep with, and the pregnancy is something else entirely). Admittedly, this is mostly because I don't want to rule it out. In my brain, it would seriously re-balance the extremely unequal equation of "romantic interest" that has so far been heavily skewed towards John being extremely attractive to the women in the Atlantis universe.
Either way, it looks like this season will have actual Teyla development and John/Teyla. Works fine for me!
WOW .. You've all been busy again. Great convo... havn't had a chance to read RL's interview but from the sound of it looks like it's pretty positive for our ship...
Spoiler:
So JM has confirmed that the backstory ep will feature John's ex wife.. I was really hoping I would be wrong. This is why I really was never bothered about backstory as I had a feeling that this is the only thing the writers can come up. So we'll get a whole ep about John and his ex. I guess she must be ill or in some trouble otherwise why does he come back to see her now and not before. Sunday sounded like it was something he was over and done with but I guess if she is in danger or ill then Shep must obviously still care in some way. I'm not worried at all that this will effect our ship but I just don't see the need for something like this at all... Marriages don't work out for loads of reasons and I can't see us learning anything new about John just because he has to go and revisit a past relationship..... I would have much preferred to see an action packed ep or some insight into why the military feel the way they do about Shep. I also like Shep being a bit mysterious and couldn't care less about who he dated or married or what his childhood was like... I want to know more about the man we have now.. I want to see his relationships expanded upon with the NEW people that have entered his life and see how they have changed him....
I'm away for about a week so I hope you will all continue to vote in the various games..
Favourte kiss Daniel/Vala are catching up to us again!! Best ship episode game Best Sheppard ep Best Teyla ep Best hairdo
Maybe Nina and Camy can post their links... thanks guys.
Well see you all soon...
Long live John and Teyla....
I think it would be interesting to know more about John's past. i mean it sort of explains why he has a hard time dating or even having a relationship without knowing if he made a past mistake or what caused him to be alone per say.
Congrats for 9000 Camy! LC & Mayra - That look definitley said something and I agree it was very telling in the manner which you have theorized.......Glad you caught it as well!
That interview thing was perfect timing, right after the blow about the ex. Nothing like playing with out heads huh...lol
Good discussion you guys were having and I am So glad to hear about jealous Shep and I guess we just gotta have faith as far as the fathers identity and why Shep gets that way
CAMY - Your right, I totally asked for all this angst lol BUT i just want to say there HAS to be some sort of confirmation of feelings between them, even if its only for a second or only for the audience...do you know what i mean? Am i gonna have to start a whole 'nother story about this lol
John stood slightly hunched, as a cool breeze swept across him, giving him a chill on the back of his neck. His eyes were fixed on the large flag before him that was colored red, white, blue and had a sprinkling of stars decorating it. The flag lay strewn neatly across a large, dark, wooden coffin and its corners flapped sadly in the cool breeze.
The minister had been the last of the group to leave John standing there, alone, transfixed as he stared warily at his fathers coffin, lost in thoughts of grief and memory. He had suffered through all the hugs and handshakes from old friends and relatives he hardly knew, all the while giving his best attempt at seeming normal, although he had felt anything but.
He could hear leaves crunching on the cold ground behind him as someone approached slowly. He didn’t turn in the hopes that they would just leave him alone and notice his desire for solitude. Then it was silent and he was sure they had left when he heard an all-familiar voice.
“I always thought you looked good in your uniform.”
John turned slowly, his heavy eyes resting on the face of his ex wife, Denise. She looked as he remembered but something about her face made her seem older, more tired. He said nothing as she approached him and took his hands in hers. Her face was somber and her eyes watery as she spoke gently. “I’m sorry, John.”
John turned his face away and stared back towards the flag, covering the place where his father lay resting. She released his hands and stood beside him, and they stared together silently.
Minutes passed and finally John spoke, his voice cracking slightly from lack of use. “Thanks for coming, Denise. He would have liked that.”
Denise gave slight smile and said, “Well he did always have a soft spot for me, didn’t he?” John attempted what should have been a smile in return but looked more like a confused frown instead.
Denise faced him and said gently as she put a comforting hand on his arm. “John, I remember what happened between you two and I just thought you should know, after you left we spoke, your father and I. And he understood, he understood everything. He told me he was just being a selfish old man and hoped when you returned from the service you would forgive him for what happened.”
John’s face contorted and he struggled to keep his edging tears hidden behind his eyes. “But the things I said…. I never got to tell him……” his whispering voice trailed, his eyes still glued to the coffin.
“He knew, John,” she said smoothly. “He always knew.”
John shrugged her hand away and turned his face, eyes closed, swathing in the warm golden light of the afternoon’s setting sun.
Denise’s voice came from behind him. “Speaking as someone with experience, I know how it is to be desperately waiting for you reveal your feelings, John. But your father knew, without you having to say a word.” She paused and again placed her hand on him from behind, this time on his stiff shoulder. “But you should remember that life is short John, and if there is anyone out there in this world that you do care for, you should tell them, before you’re standing over another grave, wishing you had opened up and shown them your heart.”
She released him with a final comforting pat of her hand and he stayed bathing in the light, taking in what she had said. She had always been wise beyond her years and now more than ever, he was grateful for a kind word. He turned to thank her again but she was gone. And the graveyard was empty again, the crunching leaves trailing the hard ground from the cold breeze.
Staring at his fathers grave for what he knew would be the final moments, he said “I love you, Dad,” and placed his frigid hand on the casket, eyes closed.
When he stood and headed out of the graveyard, Denise’s words echoed in his head, and he knew where he had to be, who he had to speak to this very moment. He would be damned if he was going to let another person pass by while he kept his feelings hidden. And with a determined brow, he set off to find Teyla.
John stood slightly hunched, as a cool breeze swept across him, giving him a chill on the back of his neck. His eyes were fixed on the large flag before him that was colored red, white, blue and had a sprinkling of stars decorating it. The flag lay strewn neatly across a large, dark, wooden coffin and its corners flapped sadly in the cool breeze.
The minister had been the last of the group to leave John standing there, alone, transfixed as he stared warily at his fathers coffin, lost in thoughts of grief and memory. He had suffered through all the hugs and handshakes from old friends and relatives he hardly knew, all the while giving his best attempt at seeming normal, although he had felt anything but.
He could hear leaves crunching on the cold ground behind him as someone approached slowly. He didn’t turn in the hopes that they would just leave him alone and notice his desire for solitude. Then it was silent and he was sure they had left when he heard an all-familiar voice.
“I always thought you looked good in your uniform.”
John turned slowly, his heavy eyes resting on the face of his ex wife, Denise. She looked as he remembered but something about her face made her seem older, more tired. He said nothing as she approached him and took his hands in hers. Her face was somber and her eyes watery as she spoke gently. “I’m sorry, John.”
John turned his face away and stared back towards the flag, covering the place where his father lay resting. She released his hands and stood beside him, and they stared together silently.
Minutes passed and finally John spoke, his voice cracking slightly from lack of use. “Thanks for coming, Denise. He would have liked that.”
Denise gave slight smile and said, “Well he did always have a soft spot for me, didn’t he?” John attempted what should have been a smile in return but looked more like a confused frown instead.
Denise faced him and said gently as she put a comforting hand on his arm. “John, I remember what happened between you two and I just thought you should know, after you left we spoke, your father and I. And he understood, he understood everything. He told me he was just being a selfish old man and hoped when you returned from the service you would forgive him for the things he said.”
John’s face contorted and he struggled to keep his edging tears hidden behind his eyes. “But the things I said…. I never got to tell him……” his whispering voice trailed, his eyes still glued to the coffin.
“He knew, John,” she said smoothly. “He always knew.”
John shrugged her hand away and turned his face, eyes closed, swathing in the warm golden light of the afternoon’s setting sun.
Denise’s voice came from behind him. “Speaking as someone with experience, I know how it is to be desperately waiting for you reveal your feelings, John. But your father knew, without you having to say a word.” She paused and again placed her hand on him from behind, this time on his stiff shoulder. “But you should remember that life is short John, and if there is anyone out there in this world that you do care for, you should tell them, before you’re standing over another grave, wishing you had opened up and shown them your heart.”
She released him with a final comforting pat of her hand and he stayed bathing in the light, taking in what she had said. She had always been wiser beyond her years and now, more than ever he was grateful for a kind word. He turned to thank her again but she was gone. And the graveyard was empty again, the crunching leaves trailing the hard ground from the cold breeze.
Staring at his fathers grave for what he knew would be the final moments, he said “I love you, Dad,” and placed his frigid hand on the casket, eyes closed.
When he stood and headed out of the graveyard, Denise’s words echoed in his head, and he knew where he had to be, who he had to speak to this very moment, because he was not going to let another person pass by, while he kept his feelings hidden. And with a determined brow, he set off to find Teyla.
Oh, MrsB. That was absolutely beautiful. Thanks for that. Sad but nice.
John stood slightly hunched, as a cool breeze swept across him, giving him a chill on the back of his neck. His eyes were fixed on the large flag before him that was colored red, white, blue and had a sprinkling of stars decorating it. The flag lay strewn neatly across a large, dark, wooden coffin and its corners flapped sadly in the cool breeze.
The minister had been the last of the group to leave John standing there, alone, transfixed as he stared warily at his fathers coffin, lost in thoughts of grief and memory. He had suffered through all the hugs and handshakes from old friends and relatives he hardly knew, all the while giving his best attempt at seeming normal, although he had felt anything but.
He could hear leaves crunching on the cold ground behind him as someone approached slowly. He didn’t turn in the hopes that they would just leave him alone and notice his desire for solitude. Then it was silent and he was sure they had left when he heard an all-familiar voice.
“I always thought you looked good in your uniform.”
John turned slowly, his heavy eyes resting on the face of his ex wife, Denise. She looked as he remembered but something about her face made her seem older, more tired. He said nothing as she approached him and took his hands in hers. Her face was somber and her eyes watery as she spoke gently. “I’m sorry, John.”
John turned his face away and stared back towards the flag, covering the place where his father lay resting. She released his hands and stood beside him, and they stared together silently.
Minutes passed and finally John spoke, his voice cracking slightly from lack of use. “Thanks for coming, Denise. He would have liked that.”
Denise gave slight smile and said, “Well he did always have a soft spot for me, didn’t he?” John attempted what should have been a smile in return but looked more like a confused frown instead.
Denise faced him and said gently as she put a comforting hand on his arm. “John, I remember what happened between you two and I just thought you should know, after you left we spoke, your father and I. And he understood, he understood everything. He told me he was just being a selfish old man and hoped when you returned from the service you would forgive him for the things he said.”
John’s face contorted and he struggled to keep his edging tears hidden behind his eyes. “But the things I said…. I never got to tell him……” his whispering voice trailed, his eyes still glued to the coffin.
“He knew, John,” she said smoothly. “He always knew.”
John shrugged her hand away and turned his face, eyes closed, swathing in the warm golden light of the afternoon’s setting sun.
Denise’s voice came from behind him. “Speaking as someone with experience, I know how it is to be desperately waiting for you reveal your feelings, John. But your father knew, without you having to say a word.” She paused and again placed her hand on him from behind, this time on his stiff shoulder. “But you should remember that life is short John, and if there is anyone out there in this world that you do care for, you should tell them, before you’re standing over another grave, wishing you had opened up and shown them your heart.”
She released him with a final comforting pat of her hand and he stayed bathing in the light, taking in what she had said. She had always been wiser beyond her years and now, more than ever he was grateful for a kind word. He turned to thank her again but she was gone. And the graveyard was empty again, the crunching leaves trailing the hard ground from the cold breeze.
Staring at his fathers grave for what he knew would be the final moments, he said “I love you, Dad,” and placed his frigid hand on the casket, eyes closed.
When he stood and headed out of the graveyard, Denise’s words echoed in his head, and he knew where he had to be, who he had to speak to this very moment, because he was not going to let another person pass by, while he kept his feelings hidden. And with a determined brow, he set off to find Teyla.
Mrs B! I love this! It is so touching. I could see that happening. Can we change your name to .. SGA episode writer...
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