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 who 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!
Note: Drabble written during a twenty minute break in packing up my dorm room. Set during "The Return, Pt 1" and inspired by the stress of my entire building moving out over a six-day period.
By Myriad (Myriadragon)
Elizabeth looked around at the stacks of boxes surrounding her, then sank onto the couch, burying her face in her hands.
"I always hated packing," a voice said, and she looked up.
"John," she said. She smiled ruefully.
"We moved about every five years—whenever Dad went up another tax bracket," he muttered. "Always had to have a bigger house. Anyway. It isn't fun."
"No," Elizabeth agreed. She shook her head. "It's their city. We have no claim to Atlantis. But…"
"Yeah," John said, weaving between the boxes. "You have an awful lot of stuff."
"I'm a woman," she said as he sat down beside her. She sighed.
"I have no right to say it, but it's my city. Our city," she amended. "Everyone's, but especially ours. You, me, Rodney, Carson—we've put so much into this. I never had kids."
"Okay…" John said, thrown by her sudden change of topic.
"Atlantis is my child," she said, "and my home. And…my life."
John fidgeted, unsure of what to do or say. He settled for patting her awkwardly on the back, and was surprised when she leaned into him, resting her head on his shoulder.
"I don't know what we're going to do without Atlantis," Elizabeth said quietly. "I can't even take half of my things home—that entire stack is boxes of things I have to leave at the SGC."
John tightened his arm around her shoulders. "You can come visit me and we'll break into the storeroom."
She laughed. "I'm sure General Landry will love that."
"Yeah." He shifted to look at her. "We'll be back, you know that. They can't keep us away forever."
"I know." She grinned suddenly. "Then we can unpack."
"I never liked that either," John said. "In fact, I think I'm allergic to boxes."
"Oh, really," she said.
"Really," he said, eyes wide and innocent. "You should get me out of here. I might have a reaction and die."
Elizabeth shook her head. "The sooner we leave, the sooner we can come back?"
"Something like that."
"All right." She brushed her lips over his cheek and stood. "Then let's go."