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 the 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!
She was sitting at her desk with her hands poised on the keyboard of her laptop when it happened. Rodney, who had been informing her of the latest developments on a new piece of technology Lorne had found, had stopped speaking immediately to stare at her, dumbstruck.
Teyla and Ronon had both smirked from across the room. Carson had smiled knowingly. God only knows how the rest of the bystanders reacted.
She'd been too busy piercing the object in John's hand with shocked eyes, her face flushed.
"John?" she prompted him when she was able to force out the word.
He looked at her then, with a mysterious glint in his eyes and she knew he was going to do it. He was going to let out to the rest of Atlantis what they had discussed the night before.
What they had not discussed was how they'd go about it.
John had apparently come up with something.
"You left these in my quarters again, hon," he told her, gently placing a pair of her underwear on the end of her desk. "Thought you might need them." He winked at her, making certain she was the only one could see him doing so. (Stop me if you're not ready.)
Elizabeth swallowed and stared nervously back at him. "Thank you, John," she managed. (I'm ready.)
A collective gasp went through the room: they'd clearly thought it was a prank of sorts and had been expecting Elizabeth to scold rather than thank John.
"So," John went on as casually as if they were alone. "I'll see you tonight?"
Elizabeth nodded mutely and was barely aware of their onlookers as he leaned in and kissed her. She gave into instinct as she'd done so many times before and kissed him back.
When they pulled apart, John stroked her hair and smiled softly at her. "I love you," he murmured. The room erupted in excited conversation and then died down, waiting for Elizabeth's response.
"I love you, too," she said back. She reached out and took John's hand for a moment, squeezing it gently. "I'll see you tonight."
John nodded and backed out of the room. "I'll see you tonight," he repeated. He was gone as fast as he had come.
Elizabeth surveyed the stunned expressions on her friends' faces and cleared her throat. "Rodney," she said firmly as if John hadn't just returned her underwear to her and exchanged 'I love you's' with her in the middle of her office. He shook his head in disbelief and then continued his lecturing.
Elizabeth sat back with a smile and faded out.
Her radio crackled after a minute and she put up a hand to stop Rodney.
"Yes?" she asked.
"That went well." John.
Her smile widened and she glanced out into the control room where he'd reappeared. "That went really well," she agreed.