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!
A/N: Here's a short little piece filled with shameless fluff. I hope you enjoy it. :)
„There you are," Elizabeth turned her head up to John and smiled softly. He returned it while he sat down beside her on the bench. "So what are you doing out here in the deep dark of the night? Stargazing again?" he gestured with his hand around the balcony.
"Not really it's more like thinking," she looked back at the starlit sky.
"Wow, that's new and very bold," he nodded impressed.
"Stop mocking your boss," Elizabeth hit him slightly on the arm but John only grinned and quickly grabbed her wrist. He took her hand gracefully and placed a kiss on it while he watched her and saw how she blushed. "So what were you thinking about?"
"The wedding," she only said.
"Oh please, don't remember me of that. I think I still feel the killer headache from yesterday," Elizabeth chuckled.
"I'm glad that I just tasted the Athosian wine and not Ronon's self-made product," John grimaced by those words.
"Remember me to punish him when he comes back from his honeymoon."
"I'm still wondering why they adopted that custom," she looked at him with one raised eyebrow.
"Don't look at me like that it was all McKay's work," Elizabeth lifted a corner of her mouth and then let out a deep sigh.
"Sometimes I wonder if I will ever be the bride standing next to my soulmate and declare my undying love to him," she looked at John who observed her.
"Done that and failed," he turned his eyes away and shrugged slightly as Elizabeth grabbed his hand and squeezed it.
"And I once thought that I found him."
"It seems that life is pretty unfair to us," John looked down at their still joined hands and entwined his fingers with hers.
"Yes, but maybe we should give it just a second chance," she looked at him with a spark in her eyes.
"A second chance," he nodded slowly and a soft smile appeared on his face. "Sounds great."