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 --and show TPTB that Sparky is the way to go. So sit back and enjoy the 366 stories coming your way!

AN (sparkly): This is just a short piece I felt the need to write. Sorry it's short, that's just how ended. I liked it better in my head, but yeah. Scene from The Real World. Hope you enjoy!


By: sparklyshimmer2010

John stared at her through the clear vinyl of the isolation tent, heart constricting uncomfortably in his chest.

"You know, if Carson's right and you can hear me, I suppose I should say something profound."

He paused, thinking. Different thoughts valiantly scrambled inside his head, hoping to prevail.

I would die if you left me today.

God I hope nothing horrible is happening in your mind, cause I can't stand the thought of you hurting.

I care about you a lot, a lot more than you know.

But no thought prevailed and the silence reigned in. If she really was listening to him, he couldn't just profess his undying love for her. Not only would it most likely be considered inappropriate by her if – when – she woke up, but it was also not him. At all. He wasn't ready to tell her yet and he certainly couldn't like this. But he couldn't just leave her hanging. He had to tell her something.

But damn it, what to say?

You're beautiful…

You're a good leader.

We need you here.

Don't make me tell your family a lie.

Oh god, that one sounded like she was dead already.

He swore if he wasn't sure Teyla and Ronon were watching him from back over at the monitor, he would have let some tears out.

He mentally sighed.

Well if not willing to tell the truth about how you feel about someone, then at least be able to tell the truth about yourself.

"OK, I'm not so good at profound," he confessed, though he knew Elizabeth must know that by now, "but you should know we're doing everything we can to get you through this."

He gazed at her brown curls and felt the overwhelming need to give any comfort, any encouragement he could.

"These, these nanites, I don't know what they're putting you through, I don't know what they're doing to you, but, don't let 'em get to you," he said. "We're doing everything we can to bring you back, but you've got to do your part. You've gotta fight this."

You're strong. Come back to me and someday you'll know. Someday, when profound I can do.