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: I am so sorry this is so late—meetings just began for the play I'm directing this summer (Richard II) and I was so busy I just plain forgot. This idea has been floating around in my head for a while, though not exactly in this form. I hope you enjoy!
By Myriad (Myriadragon)
John turned his head towards the nondescript guard who had hailed him. "Yes?"
"You need to come with me, sir. It's about Doctor Weir."
"What happened?" John demanded.
"There was a bombing downtown," the guard explained as they began to walk. "Doctor Weir had said she wished to experience our culture—"
"Is she all right?"
"She was injured, but she will recover. Her wounds are very minor," the guard said quickly, noting John's expression. "You may see for yourself."
They had reached the part of the complex used as a hospital. Through a glass wall John could see Elizabeth, naked from the waist up, lying on her stomach while a nurse removed shards of glass and metal from her back.
"Their group was far from the blast," the guard informed him as John pushed past him and into the room.
"John," Elizabeth said tiredly. "Hi." She winced as the nurse pulled out a fragment of glass.
"Hi yourself. Shouldn't you have anesthesia or something?" John asked. Another nursed brought a chair and he sat beside her.
"Apparently the injuries aren't severe enough to balance out the risk of putting me under," Elizabeth said dryly, then made a small sound of protest as the nurse pulled a piece of metal from the muscle of her lower back. John resisted the urge to take her hand.
"What happened, anyway? The guard said something about a bombing," he prompted, hoping to distract her.
"I'm not really sure. I heard the explosion and threw myself over Evamira—the chancellor's daughter," she explained at his look. "She's about ten."
"Doctor Weir is a great hero," the nurse informed them both.
Elizabeth winced, this time from embarrassment. "I didn't think about it. It just—happened."
"Maternal instinct," the nurse said, nodding her head sagely and ignoring Elizabeth's cry of protest as she removed another shard. "You're lucky none of these hit your spinal cord."
"Oh good," Elizabeth said dizzily.
John gave in and wrapped his fingers around hers. "Are you sure you can't give her anything?"
"I'm almost finished," the nurse said, affronted.
"It's fine, John," Elizabeth said, squeezing his hand. "For the most part."
"I suppose so little pain is nothing for a 'great hero,'" John teased.
"Apparently it's enough that I need you to hold my hand. No, it's fine," she said, tightening her grip when he would have pulled away. "Don't tell anyone, but I'm not actually a hero."
"Tell you what," he said, leaning in. "It's a pretty big secret, but—neither am I."