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!
AN (sparkly): I think I've seen a few like this, but I really wanted to write it, so here it is! Enjoy your next sparky story! Spoilers for This Mortal Coil.
John stood up and looked around to Elizabeth. She was settled on one of the benches in the back of the jumper. She looked somewhat dejected and he couldn't blame her. Somewhere out there the 'real her' had lost her life. No more exploring, no more leading the lost city of Atlantis because she had been captured by the replicators…
It was weird to think about, gave him a headache (was it even possible for them to get one?). He cared about both Elizabeths so even though the 'real one' wasn't his it hurt inside to think about. His heart constricted at the fact that she was dead. Wasn't it his job to protect her?
What had happened anyway? Why had she been captured? How? The faction of replicators back there hadn't told Elizabeth, or else she wasn't telling them. Had it been his fault? Not that that mattered, whether it was or not. He would blame himself no matter what. He just hoped that she hadn't suffered.
What was Atlantis like without her? Who was in charge?
John sighed. That was too many questions.
Getting up from the pilot's seat, he made his way over to where she was sitting, one leg hugged to her chest. She turned her head to look at him and he saw the pain in her eyes.
"You doing Ok?" he asked softly.
"Sure, all things considered. Not bad for a dead woman." She smiled ruefully.
He bit his lip. Did she have to be so blunt about it? But really, that was why he'd come over to check on her.
"Yeah, I'm really sorry about that…"
She nodded and said quietly, "Yeah. Me too."
"But I'm really glad that my Elizabeth is alive."
'My Elizabeth'? She gave him a small smile. "Yes at least we all have each other."
He hesitated before speaking again. "Yes, but I'm really glad you're with us."
She looked at him, searching his eyes and was surprised not that there was emotion there, but at what that emotion was.
"John…" she didn't know what to say.
"I really care about you Elizabeth. And I know that this other me must be having a really hard time with her death."
She grabbed his hand, letting him know she understood and that she cared for him too.
"Do you think they know that I – she's dead?"
"Not sure I'd want to know," John said, bringing himself into it since they had the same feelings. She smiled sadly and he went on. "But they deserve to know."
There was a beat if silence.
"Don't blame yourself John," she said knowingly. "I certainly wouldn't."
He nodded and offered a smile but it quickly fell. "I don't know how I could continue on Atlantis without you."
"You would because you care about our people, our friends. You're strong."
"Yeah, I would continue. For you."