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 fun--and show TPTB that Sparky is the way to go. So sit back and enjoy the 366 stories coming your way!
John held the ball close to his chest and barrelled forwards, sidestepping Rodney and barely making it past Ronon. His chest pounded with every step and vibrations ran up and down his body each time he hit ground: left foot, right foot, left foot, right.
Off in the distance he could see the goal line – a rather shaky, white stripe across the grass that he'd drawn using some leftover paint from one of the scientists' labs back in the city. He could feel the adrenaline rush through him as he drew closer to it and he tightened his grip on the ball.
Several strides later, he was there. He dove forwards, flew through the air for a second and then collided with the ground, ball held out in front of him. "Score!" he called out, with a grin.
Somewhere behind him, he heard Rodney groan. He smirked as he turned around to face him. "Having fun, McKay?" he teased lightly.
Rodney glared at him and crossed his arms over his chest. "Ha ha. Funny."
"I thought so," John agreed.
Dismissing the astrophysicist before he could splutter out his protests, John took off in the direction of Elizabeth and his drink bottle. Sweat poured down his forehead as he went and he swiped it off with the back of his hand.
"Elizabeth," he greeted upon arriving by her side.
"John," she said back. She retrieved his water for him, holding it out to him. "You're doing well out there." A hint of a smile crossed her face momentarily.
Was she impressed?
John brushed the question away before it could fester.
"I guess," he shrugged. Casual. "Ronon's making it tough." He took a swig of water and let his arm, bottle in hand, swing to his side.
The almost smile grew into a grin. "You're holding your own, though."
He watched as Elizabeth tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and couldn't stop mirroring her grin. How she always seemed able to make him smile was beyond his comprehension. "Yeah."
"Anyway, John, I'm sure you could do with a break," Elizabeth went on, narrowing her eyes at him mysteriously. "What do you say we go for that picnic now? I left the basket in the jumper."
Nodding and running his tongue over his lips, John ran a hand through his hair. If possible, it became spikier and more mussed up. "I'll get the basket." Without another word, he turned and jogged slowly towards the puddle jumper parked a few minutes away from where they'd set up for the day.
He'd been searching for said basket for almost ten minutes when he suddenly found himself pinned to the wall, Elizabeth's lips on his. Instinct took over and he deepened the kiss, one hand pulling her head to his and the other bunching up his shirt in a fist.
When he finally had to break for air, he pulled back, panting. His eyes locked on Elizabeth's and he offered her a crooked smile. "Elizabeth," he said huskily.
She grinned at him and shrugged. "I guess I left the basket back at Atlantis," she teased.
John smirked and pulled her to him once more. "This is much better," he told her before capturing her lips again with his own. "Much better."