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John Sheppard/Teyla Emmagan Appreciation/Ship/Discussion Thread
You didn't like it? LOL...I thought it was hilarious! LOL..Look at the one that was going to play Sheppard? I wonder what the thunkers would say!? LOL
ROF!
*lol* For me I can answer that... if that would be the guy ... then no Sheppard would in no way be my favorite...Joe owns that part... looking at that guy...I'm like...uhm no hardly would never be anyone I would thunk over *lol*
Checking the halls before he entered Teyla’s quarters was slowly becoming second nature to John and he quickly turned his head in both directions before hastily slipping past her opened door. “Hey,” he said softly as he entered the room, finding her sitting quietly across the way. She sat curled in a chair facing the long stretch of window, the moonlight casting a mysterious glow across her face, her hands in her lap clasped tightly together. She did not turn when he entered and did not reply when he spoke.
He took no notice and continued speaking as he walked over to the same window and gazed out into the shadowy waters, watching the waves smoothly crash over the edges of Atlantis. “I just came from seeing Ronon. He’s….he’s not doing too well. I’m starting to worry he’s gonna do something really bad.” Still, she said nothing.
He turned his head and looked down at her in the chair. She was motionless and staring hard past the window into the night. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asked, starting to grow concerned at her silence.
He crouched down beside the chair and placed a warm hand on her arm, she closed her eyes briefly but did not look at him when she spoke. “We cannot do this anymore, John.”
He gently rubbed the skin of her arm with his thumb and looked at her uncertain. “Can’t do what?”
“We cannot be together any longer.”
John stopped rubbing her skin and stared at her expressionless face for a moment before he stood and moved until he was directly in front of her. “You don’t mean that.”
She continued staring straight not meeting his eyes as his body blocked her view and still said nothing. “Look at me!” he yelled angrily and she did. Her eyes strained hard to reach his, a strange look of pain and desperation darkening her normally bright brown eyes.
“I know you’re only saying this to protect me, because you think we’re gonna get caught and I’ll be sent away, but I’m fine! Nothing is gonna happen to me Teyla, I promise. You have to trust me on this. Can’t you do that?” he asked her imploringly, his heart thumping loudly in his chest.
She stared at him. “I am sorry, John.” The look on her face was resolved but her voice faltered slightly and her lower lip trembled, giving John hope that she didn’t fully mean what she was saying.
“Stop saying that! I told you, nothing is going to happen!”
“You cannot know that,” her voice was scarcely louder than a whisper as she turned her head away from him and rose from her chair, walking hurriedly away towards the center of the room.
He moved after her quickly, grabbing her by both shoulders and turning her around, leaning down into her face, his mouth barely an inch from hers and his voice low and smoky. “I would never let anything come between us…..not now…..not ever again……….Teyla, we belong together……can’t you see that?”
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked at him; despair flooding his face as he tried to convince her. Everything burning inside her told her to stop, to quiet her worries and let him lay her down and succumb to the burn of his touch against her flesh, but she knew she had to be strong, strong for him, strong for he who meant everything to her.
“I am sorry,” she gasped into his face.
His heart felt deflated, his ears disbelieving, his fierce eyes piercing hers in a last futile attempt to change her mind.
“I won’t leave. I won’t leave unless you look me in the eye right now and tell me you don’t love me,” he said grasping for any semblance of the woman who had changed his entire world.
His grip was tightening on her shoulders and her face looked horrified as his words brutally stabbed through her. “Please, John…….” she cried.
“No! If you’re gonna tell me we can’t be together then I want to hear you say it!”
She looked away, the salt of her own tears dripping into her gasping mouth and he grabbed her vehemently by her chin, forcing her back to look into his face which was completely filled with a heartbreaking torment that she couldn’t bare to see.
“I……don’t…..love you,” she said her words breaking in her throat as an overwhelming longing for an immediate death flooded her.
John’s face twisted strangely and a shattered, ugly feeling filled his very soul. He released her shoulders and for a long moment stared into her sobbing face in utter disbelief. Then he turned quickly and walked out of her door without even looking back.
NO NO NO.....not like this.... ugh you really like getting me emotional don't you... feel so sad for them,,,and then complete hate towards those...those...lunatics back on earth... gah send a wraith after them...John better fix this soon....
Tsk tsk, having Teyla lie to John like that. I'm still up for the idea of J/T and R/K super babies growing up and teaching those rule-writing folk at the SGC a lesson!
Humor is the great thing, the saving thing after all. The minute it crops up, all our hardnesses yield, all our irritations, and resentments flit away, and a sunny spirit takes their place. --Mark Twain
Just fine over here...no darn headache today,,, so I'm good....you??
I am still playing catch up! It is turning out that Wed. and Thurs. are my busiest days and nights! We are also trying to get everything settled for school here. It's Meet the Teacher DAY! I actually get a break from meeting the teacher. My
brother is taking off work early so he can be with the Elfkin. That way she is with Daddy and he will know what the teacher looks like this year...So, this weekend is going to be pretty crazy! School starts Monday!
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Checking the halls before he entered Teyla’s quarters was slowly becoming second nature to John and he quickly turned his head in both directions before hastily slipping past her opened door. “Hey,” he said softly as he entered the room, finding her sitting quietly across the way. She sat curled in a chair facing the long stretch of window, the moonlight casting a mysterious glow across her face, her hands in her lap clasped tightly together. She did not turn when he entered and did not reply when he spoke.
He took no notice and continued speaking as he walked over to the same window and gazed out into the shadowy waters, watching the waves smoothly crash over the edges of Atlantis. “I just came from seeing Ronon. He’s….he’s not doing too well. I’m starting to worry he’s gonna do something really bad.” Still, she said nothing.
He turned his head and looked down at her in the chair. She was motionless and staring hard past the window into the night. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asked, starting to grow concerned at her silence.
He crouched down beside the chair and placed a warm hand on her arm, she closed her eyes briefly but did not look at him when she spoke. “We cannot do this anymore, John.”
He gently rubbed the skin of her arm with his thumb and looked at her uncertain. “Can’t do what?”
“We cannot be together any longer.”
John stopped rubbing her skin and stared at her expressionless face for a moment before he stood and moved until he was directly in front of her. “You don’t mean that.”
She continued staring straight not meeting his eyes as his body blocked her view and still said nothing. “Look at me!” he yelled angrily and she did. Her eyes strained hard to reach his, a strange look of pain and desperation darkening her normally bright brown eyes.
“I know you’re only saying this to protect me, because you think we’re gonna get caught and I’ll be sent away, but I’m fine! Nothing is gonna happen to me Teyla, I promise. You have to trust me on this. Can’t you do that?” he asked her imploringly, his heart thumping loudly in his chest.
She stared at him. “I am sorry, John.” The look on her face was resolved but her voice faltered slightly and her lower lip trembled, giving John hope that she didn’t fully mean what she was saying.
“Stop saying that! I told you, nothing is going to happen!”
“You cannot know that,” her voice was scarcely louder than a whisper as she turned her head away from him and rose from her chair, walking hurriedly away towards the center of the room.
He moved after her quickly, grabbing her by both shoulders and turning her around, leaning down into her face, his mouth barely an inch from hers and his voice low and smoky. “I would never let anything come between us…..not now…..not ever again……….Teyla, we belong together……can’t you see that?”
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked at him; despair flooding his face as he tried to convince her. Everything burning inside her told her to stop, to quiet her worries and let him lay her down and succumb to the burn of his touch against her flesh, but she knew she had to be strong, strong for him, strong for he who meant everything to her.
“I am sorry,” she gasped into his face.
His heart felt deflated, his ears disbelieving, his fierce eyes piercing hers in a last futile attempt to change her mind.
“I won’t leave. I won’t leave unless you look me in the eye right now and tell me you don’t love me,” he said grasping for any semblance of the woman who had changed his entire world.
His grip was tightening on her shoulders and her face looked horrified as his words brutally stabbed through her. “Please, John…….” she cried.
“No! If you’re gonna tell me we can’t be together then I want to hear you say it!”
She looked away, the salt of her own tears dripping into her gasping mouth and he grabbed her vehemently by her chin, forcing her back to look into his face which was completely filled with a heartbreaking torment that she couldn’t bare to see.
“I……don’t…..love you,” she said her words breaking in her throat as an overwhelming longing for an immediate death flooded her.
John’s face twisted strangely and a shattered, ugly feeling filled his very soul. He released her shoulders and for a long moment stared into her sobbing face in utter disbelief. Then he turned quickly and walked out of her door without even looking back.
Spoiler:
but...but...but... NOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! MrsB you cruel, hearltess fiend!!!
OMG if that was Sheppard the show woulda sucked! And I dont like PM's hair either lol
The clip was hilarious. Hey at least DH does all these little gigs and gags for the fans, it totally makes him original.
Spoiler:
Anywho, your points were totally valid and I like the fact of picturing the team without her and the struggle they would find themselves in without her guidance or even if it just affected John alone. Most intriguing will be his reaction. I think the writers will put their decision of how far they plan on taking John's feelings for her (as far as this season anyway) into how he reacts to her pregnancy and the circumstances surrounding it. Ohhh I kinda getting a new fic idea but I have to finish the one I'm doing now first. You had a challenge awhile back about absence makes the heart grows fonder. I guess that scenario would fall under that category for sure.
Checking the halls before he entered Teyla’s quarters was slowly becoming second nature to John and he quickly turned his head in both directions before hastily slipping past her opened door. “Hey,” he said softly as he entered the room, finding her sitting quietly across the way. She sat curled in a chair facing the long stretch of window, the moonlight casting a mysterious glow across her face, her hands in her lap clasped tightly together. She did not turn when he entered and did not reply when he spoke.
He took no notice and continued speaking as he walked over to the same window and gazed out into the shadowy waters, watching the waves smoothly crash over the edges of Atlantis. “I just came from seeing Ronon. He’s….he’s not doing too well. I’m starting to worry he’s gonna do something really bad.” Still, she said nothing.
He turned his head and looked down at her in the chair. She was motionless and staring hard past the window into the night. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?” he asked, starting to grow concerned at her silence.
He crouched down beside the chair and placed a warm hand on her arm, she closed her eyes briefly but did not look at him when she spoke. “We cannot do this anymore, John.”
He gently rubbed the skin of her arm with his thumb and looked at her uncertain. “Can’t do what?”
“We cannot be together any longer.”
John stopped rubbing her skin and stared at her expressionless face for a moment before he stood and moved until he was directly in front of her. “You don’t mean that.”
She continued staring straight not meeting his eyes as his body blocked her view and still said nothing. “Look at me!” he yelled angrily and she did. Her eyes strained hard to reach his, a strange look of pain and desperation darkening her normally bright brown eyes.
“I know you’re only saying this to protect me, because you think we’re gonna get caught and I’ll be sent away, but I’m fine! Nothing is gonna happen to me Teyla, I promise. You have to trust me on this. Can’t you do that?” he asked her imploringly, his heart thumping loudly in his chest.
She stared at him. “I am sorry, John.” The look on her face was resolved but her voice faltered slightly and her lower lip trembled, giving John hope that she didn’t fully mean what she was saying.
“Stop saying that! I told you, nothing is going to happen!”
“You cannot know that,” her voice was scarcely louder than a whisper as she turned her head away from him and rose from her chair, walking hurriedly away towards the center of the room.
He moved after her quickly, grabbing her by both shoulders and turning her around, leaning down into her face, his mouth barely an inch from hers and his voice low and smoky. “I would never let anything come between us…..not now…..not ever again……….Teyla, we belong together……can’t you see that?”
Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked at him; despair flooding his face as he tried to convince her. Everything burning inside her told her to stop, to quiet her worries and let him lay her down and succumb to the burn of his touch against her flesh, but she knew she had to be strong, strong for him, strong for he who meant everything to her.
“I am sorry,” she gasped into his face.
His heart felt deflated, his ears disbelieving, his fierce eyes piercing hers in a last futile attempt to change her mind.
“I won’t leave. I won’t leave unless you look me in the eye right now and tell me you don’t love me,” he said grasping for any semblance of the woman who had changed his entire world.
His grip was tightening on her shoulders and her face looked horrified as his words brutally stabbed through her. “Please, John…….” she cried.
“No! If you’re gonna tell me we can’t be together then I want to hear you say it!”
She looked away, the salt of her own tears dripping into her gasping mouth and he grabbed her vehemently by her chin, forcing her back to look into his face which was completely filled with a heartbreaking torment that she couldn’t bare to see.
“I……don’t…..love you,” she said her words breaking in her throat as an overwhelming longing for an immediate death flooded her.
John’s face twisted strangely and a shattered, ugly feeling filled his very soul. He released her shoulders and for a long moment stared into her sobbing face in utter disbelief. Then he turned quickly and walked out of her door without even looking back.
Oh no oh no oh no oh no
Spoiler:
TEYYYYYLLLAAAAAA,what are you doin,you know you don't mean that,John get your butt back and fight for her!
Ooh MrsB,your good at this-a dinnae ken means i don't know!
TEYYYYYLLLAAAAAA,what are you doin,you know you don't mean that,John get your butt back and fight for her!
Ooh MrsB,your good at this-a dinnae ken means i don't know!
Fo' shizzel,not a clue what it means!
I've got a headache
Poor Linda. Here take some meds.istockphoto_2764707_pill_popper.jpg
Yes thank you for the reminder, I will finish them wise guy haha
"Fo' shizzel" means "For sure" lol at least.. I think it does
Poor Linda. Here take some meds.[ATTACH]4416[/ATTACH]
Yes thank you for the reminder, I will finish them wise guy haha
"Fo' shizzel" means "For sure" lol at least.. I think it does
Thank you *pops pill back throat* It's bilin here the day,i think that's why i've got a headache,i was at Edinburgh and out in direct sunlight and i can't stay out in the sun too long
Yes,yes that's what i'm here for....to remind you bout the fics
Well there ya go,ya learn something new every day!
Oh and Nina,i'd just like to say a BIG THANK YOU again for posting the links and pics,i'd never get round to doin it if ye didnae do that!
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