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!
Note from Author (fyd818): A short little piece for the episode Siege, pt. III. I hope you enjoy, and thank you so much for reading!
I materialized in the Gateroom of Atlantis with a bunch of Marines. I remembered none of their names.
All I remembered were bits and pieces of heart-pounding, gut-clenching excitement and danger. With panic overshadowing nearly every memory I have, maybe I've gone into one too many dangerous situations and officially gone off my rocker. Oh, won't the bigwigs at the Air Force have a field day with this!
Or maybe I wasn't crazy, just tired. That seems likely: every bone in my body felt ten times heavier than the last time I bothered to do a body check. My head ached, my eyelids weighted down, my throat scratchy. I wanted to go fall facedown somewhere and sleep myself out. Unfortunately, there was far too much left to do.
"I'm home!" I announced to the room at large. I remembered those terrible moments on the Daedalus, when I'd thought Atlantis had been destroyed. I frantically scanned the room. Though my brain was scolding me horribly, telling me duh, you dope, Atlantis is still here!, my heart thumped and sputtered frantically in my chest. I floated somewhere between a dream and nightmare – surely another sign of insanity?
Then I saw her. Elizabeth Weir looked at home on the grand staircase, as if she'd been born and raised in Atlantis: graceful, confident, in charge of everything and everyone. I honestly believed she hadn't lost her cool even once during these last few hectic hours.
I opened my mouth to say something more – I'm not even sure what. But then she smiled, stepping swiftly forward to wrap me in the circle of her arms. She clung to me like a drowning woman; like – for just a brief moment – her cool confidence was wavering.
At first, I had no clue what to do. Should I hug her back? Push her away? The Gateroom is a very public place, after all, I thought wryly.
But my body refused to comply with the orders I gave it. Instead, my arms wrapped awkwardly around her, and I allowed myself to relax slightly into her embrace. I've never been an overtly affectionate person, and doubt I ever will be. But, at that moment, I wanted to be.
So I closed my eyes, hugged her back, and simply breathed.