Set: post-Condenmed, the one with the people wearing BBC costume department ragged native clothing.
Characters: Weir, Sheppard.
Genre: Angst, tag, friendship Length: 500.
Notes: I really don't know if this works or not, and it really isn't Sparky in the sense that they're going to go off and have sex. It's friendship, I hope. Title: swiped from Vienna Teng's 'The Tower'
Summary: She's been staring down all night.
Watches the Dusk
by ALC Punk!
"There was nothing you could have done."
Startled, Elizabeth stopped staring vacantly down at the night-dark water and looked over her shoulder. John Sheppard was standing in the doorway, looking a little hesitant. "Colonel?"
"See, I was talking to Major Lorne earlier, and he mentioned that you'd talked to the magistrate guy." He shoved his hands in his pockets and leaned against the side of the door. "He's very impressed with your fortitude, by the way."
A slight smile graced her lips. "Thank you."
"I guess I can stop worrying about you when you leave the city."
Elizabeth snorted, "I'm not the one that keeps having to be rescued."
"Now, hang on, we rescued ourselves, doctor."
"Rodney rescued you," she corrected.
"He's useful that way."
Returning her gaze to the water, Elizabeth shook her head in amusement. "Yes, I suppose he is."
"Doctor--Elizabeth." There was something uncertain in his voice. "I meant what I said. The Wraith would have culled that planet anyway, regardless of what pacts that--monster--made."
"Because we awoke them."
"Not on purpose."
"I know." She glanced at him. "I'm sorry, colonel, I didn't mean to imply--"
"But it was my fault."
"Then if it wasn't my fault, neither was this." He said, a note of triumph in his voice.
"It's not that simple."
"But you can let it be that simple."
She smiled at his demand for simplicity. Perhaps he was right. Perhaps he wasn't. It didn't matter, in the end. Another planet was still culled by the Wraith, and she felt responsible. The water below her rippled a little in the breeze, and she was reminded that Atlantis was still standing.
"Maybe... Maybe one day, we'll be able to go back to them, and explain."
"Yeah. And maybe they won't decide we're public enemy number one."
She snorted, "If they do, it will be your fault for letting the prisoners go."
"Yeah. And they were holding us, at gun-point," he pointed out.
Elizabeth cracked a real smile, "I know, colonel. I read your report. And Rodney's."
"And we know which was more entertaining." Colonel Sheppard sounded smug.
So she burst his bubble, and said: "Actually, Teyla's was."
"Because, colonel, Teyla's included coffee," Elizabeth paused and smiled serenely, "And the knowledge that you can't break a stick in a crisis."
"Hey! It was a big stick!"
He glared at her, then huffed, "Yeah, well, Teyla's were little sticks."
"Apparently." It occurred to her that in all this silliness she'd forgotten her original feelings of guilt. They were still there, though, they just felt more purposeful. Someday, they would go back and they would free the people who were left from their oppression.
If she didn't get fired first.
"So, doctor, fancy some cocoa?"
"No, actually," she looked up at the stars, and felt a sense of wonder touch her, "I think I'm going to turn in. Good night, colonel."
"Good night," he said as she stepped past him, "Elizabeth."