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!

Note from the author (Chicky): No spoilers. This is short, but I like it anyways.


by Chicky (Beach Chick)

Every bone in Dr. Elizabeth Weir's body ached as she staggered up the hill. Her clothes were caked with dirt, and there were tiny rips in her clothing where her uniform had snagged on thorns and other sharp objects on the planet. She fought the urge to close her eyes and sleep knowing that she had gone far too long without a decent meal, and she might not wake up if she did so. Despite Elizabeth's discomfort, she kept on walking. Her feet felt like bricks and her backpack seemed to weigh tons, but she knew that if she kept going she would eventually reach the gate. Hope would be there if she could just get closer. She'd be spotted and a rescue team would come.

She continued up the hill believing that the gate would be waiting on the other side, but when she reached the top and looked down, she was in for an unpleasant surprise. She swayed a little on her unsteady feet, and a small sob escaped her lips. How could there be nothing there? She could have sworn that she was heading in the right direction. Elizabeth had used all her strength to climb up that impossible hill, and now there was no hope waiting on the other side. She sank down on her knees. Tears threatened to spill down her cheeks, but she was unwilling to give up hoping despite the impossible odds that a team would find her.

"They will find me," she breathed as her eyes sank closed. Before sleep could overcome her, she felt the weight of her pack slide gently off her shoulders, and strong arms lifted her off the ground. She struggled to open her eyes, and when she didn't have the strength to do so, she heard the comforting sound of her rescuer's voice.

"You're safe now, Elizabeth," Colonel Sheppard said reassuringly. "I've got you."

She smiled up at him, and her head relaxed on his shoulder. She was indeed safe in John's arms, and she stayed that way for the remainder of the trip back to Atlantis.