We, the Sparky Army, decree 2008 to be the Year of the Spark. We pledge to post a new sparky story or chapter of a sparky story every day from January 1, 2008 to December 31, 2008. Though the Powers that Be have removed Elizabeth Weir from the regular cast of Stargate Atlantis, we feel that she remains an integral part of the show, and that the relationship between her and John Sheppard is too obvious to be ignored. We hope that you, and anyone might happen to read these works, agree.

And if that isn't official enough for you, we don't know what is. Seriously, guys, we're just trying to have some --and show TPTB that Sparky is the way to go. So sit back and enjoy the 366 stories coming your way!

Authors Note: People were complaining about the depressing fics, so I decided to write a fluffy one. Enjoy.


Coming Home

Serised


She comes home from a two day mission and the only thing she wants to see is a bed with him in it. She smiles at the faces she hasn't seen in two days as she heads down to see Carson for her post-mission check up. She spots Teyla waiting with Ronon as a nurse wraps a bandage around his wrist. She can see the mark from a stick slapped against his cheek, a love mark left by Teyla. She smiles at the pair when she leaves, watching Beckett inspect the nurses' handiwork. Her fingers tap her radio as she asks Rodney where John is, but he hasn't a clue, he's been in his lab all day fixing problems his so-called employees made. Walking into the commissary, she grabs a bottle of water and an apple and leaves, smiling at the people who greet her.

It doesn't take long to reach their shared quarters. He found it one day while he and Ronon were running in the early morning. They moved in just shortly before the wedding, and were granted with some extra little features when they came back from their honeymoon.

As she enters, she can see his boots by the door, a sign he's there. Taking off her own boots, she rids herself of he jacket, hanging it up. Running a hand through her reasonably longer hair, she pads softly to their bedroom, but he isn't there. Nor is he in the bathroom, kitchen, or their extra room. Entering the living room, she stops short at the sight.

He's clearly deep asleep, from fatigue of long missions after another and dealing with three am wake up calls. She can see the bags under his eyes and wonders how long he's been there. What makes her stomach flutter, however, is the being on his chest, rising and falling with each of his breaths. Their daughter, not yet six months old, asleep like her father. Slowly advancing on the pair, she sits next to him, smiling softly as Melena's eyes flutter open. Bringing a hand up, she rubs her daugthers back, watching as her green eyes close once more. Moving her hand up, she pushes the hair off of John's forehead, smirking as he stirs softly and moves his hand around his daughter in a protective manor.

Grabbing a blanket, she rests it over them, covering them up to Melena's back. Elizabeth sees John stir once more as an eye cracks open and he smiles sleepily, moving over to make room for her. She joins them, tucking herself in close to her husband and child. As she drifts off the sleep, she wonders how she became so lucky.