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!

Dear Readers,

Again, here is another bit of randomness from my random brain! I hope you like it! :)

Best regards from a bookworm (and SGA SPARKY! fan),

Miss Pookamonga ;-P

Morning Glories

She was burying her nose yet again into the bright bouquet of fresh exotic flowers when he stopped in for his daily visit to her office.

"Morning," he said nonchalantly as he walked up to her desk. "Nice flowers." He indicated the bouquet with his hand.

She lifted her face away from the stunning arrangement of vegetation to smile warmly at him. "Oh, yes. They were here when I walked in earlier. I guess somebody decided to surprise me."

He grinned that quirky sideways grin of his. "I guess so," he answered vaguely, with a hint of a twinkle in his eye.

She caught the twinkle and suddenly her face twisted into a mischievous grin of her own. "You wouldn't happen to know who might've left them, do you, John?" she asked slyly, leaning back into her chair and narrowing her eyes.

He merely shrugged, although that incriminating twinkle was still sparkling in his gaze. "Beats me," he answered matter-of-factly. "Probably not Rodney, though. He's too scatterbrained sometimes to think of something like that."

She let out a small chuckle. "Yeah, probably not," she agreed, still smirking at him. He pretended not to notice.

"Well, I'd better let you get to your, uh…work," he remarked, waving his hand at her. "I'll see you at lunch?"

She leaned her elbows on her desk and nodded. "Sure thing, John. See you later."

"Bye." With a wave of his hand, he swiftly (and somewhat awkwardly) turned on his heel and exited the office.

When she was sure he was gone, she shook her head and let out a small fit of suppressed giggles. Sometimes that man was such a riot.