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!
Time Frame: Any time between Intruder and Sunday (not including Sunday of course)
Disclaimer: I don't own any branch of the Stargate Universe (unfortunately)
Author's Note: Well, I haven't written any fanfiction in a while because my muse seems to have abandoned me, but here we are! We've had a few problems this week, for which we apologise, but everything seems to be running more smoothly now...I hope!
Elizabeth, I Love You
"Elizabeth, I love you…"
Silence reigned in the room and John sighed. "No, that's too blunt."
"Elizabeth, we've known each other for a while now…No that's even worse…" He sighed again.
"Elizabeth, I care for you, a lot more than I'm supposed to…Hell no! Who would ever use that?"
Looking into the mirror in front of him, John frowned. He wanted to find the perfect words to tell Elizabeth how he felt, but it just wasn't happening. Maybe he needed some help. Sighing again, he left his quarters, heading towards the science section of Atlantis.
As John rounded the corner, on route to Rodney's lab, he could hear yelling, followed by the sound of glass breaking. As John got closer, he could make out Rodney's screams of frustration.
"OUT! All of you now! Get out!" A slight smile graced John's lips as a group of terrified, young scientists scattered out of Rodney's lab.
Strolling into the lab, John's smile grew as he saw the frantic astrophysicist. Rodney's back was to John and so he didn't notice as the Colonel walked up behind him.
"Hey, McKay," John said, slightly louder than needed.
As expected, Rodney jumped, dropping the glass cylinder he'd been holding. Swearing, he rounded on John. "Oh, I should have known it was you, Sheppard."
"Nice to see you too, McKay." Ignoring the glare Rodney was sending his way, John sat on the edge of the lab bench.
"What do you want?"
John laughed which seemed to irritate Rodney more. "I need your help."
Rodney grumbled something that sounded very similar to an insult. He asked John what he needed help with which caused the Colonel to falter.
"I…er…need to tell someone something important, but I…um…don't really know how to go about it." John fidgeted slightly as he spoke.
"I'm guessing this is a personal issue?" Rodney smirked and John instantly regretted turning to the scientist for help.
John nodded. Rodney's smirk grew. "Involving a girl?"
John nodded again and this time Rodney chuckled. John frowned at the scientist but Rodney ignored him and sat down on his stool.
"If it's a girl, I'm guessing you want to tell her something of a romantic nature," John nodded again, seemingly unable to speak. "Well what is it exactly?"
John went to speak, but then paused, considering the consequences of telling Rodney he was in love with someone. But John knew that the scientist would never let this issue drop now. He swallowed hard.
"I love her." Rodney's eyebrows rose in surprise. "Actually, I'm in love with her."
At Rodney's silence, John continued to speak, seemingly unable to stop and feeling more and more awkward with every passing second.
"I really want to tell her. I don't know why. It's stupid. I shouldn't. But I just woke up this morning and decided to. But I can't find the right way to do it. I need your help, Rodney…please." John's tone was as close to begging as Rodney believed it ever would be.
"You know, I'm more surprised by the fact that you're telling me than what you're telling me. What are you finding hard about telling…this girl?" John was too distracted to notice Rodney's knowing look.
For the next hour or so, Rodney talked with John. He even managed to withhold any arrogance about the whole matter. He sighed.
"Why don't you go and talk to Teyla. She's the most romantic out of us all anyway." Rodney suggested.
John stood up and headed out of the lab. "Thanks anyway, McKay."
"You're welcome. I just hope you manage to find a way to tell Elizabeth that you love her." Rodney smiled as John's eyes widened in shock.
"How'd you know?"
"I have my ways, now out of my lab. Seriously, you've disrupted me for too long already. Breaking glasses…" He trailed off, mumbling incoherently.
John left the lab. As he walked down the corridor to the gym, he didn't know if he should be smiling or frowning. If Rodney knew, how many other people did?
"John? We weren't scheduled for a training session were we?" Teyla spoke softly, yet slightly out of breath as she grabbed a towel from her bag.
"What? Oh, no…I'm here for your…help." John instantly became nervous again.
He'd taken the longer route to the gym, skipping out the two transporters which would have made the trip faster, laughing over the fact that Rodney's lab was so far away from the gym. The extra time it had taken for John to arrive had given him a chance to sort through his thoughts.
He'd thought about how to approach the subject with Teyla, who was far more observant than Rodney, and almost certainly knew about his emotions concerning Elizabeth. He'd worked out the perfect explanation (or what could be viewed as a plea for help) but as soon as he'd come face to face with her, his mind had gone blank.
How he was ever going to tell Elizabeth how he felt, when he couldn't even discuss it with his best friends, was beyond him.
"My help?" She looked at him with concern written across her face.
"Um…" taking in a large breath, John just blurted it out. "I need to tell Elizabeth how I feel about her."
One of Teyla's eyebrows rose and her concern swiftly turned to amusement. She smiled and sat down on the window ledge at the side of the gym.
"Well that was unexpected. What is it that you need my help with exactly?"
John explained it to her, not without embarrassment. After Teyla had gotten over her amusement of John going to Rodney for help first, she tried to help.
After an uncomfortable half an hour on John's part, he'd never liked discussing his emotions, in which John had fretted over unrequited love and rejection; they still hadn't come to a conclusion.
"I'm sorry, Teyla. I know I'm being difficult, but none of these suggestions seem, well not, not good enough exactly…just not how I always imagined telling her."
At Teyla's smirk John flinched. "If you've always imagined telling her, then why do you need my, or Rodney's, help?"
John glared at her. "I didn't mean it that way exactly, I…"
After he trailed off, John became silent. Teyla laid a gentle hand on his shoulder. "I know, John. I'm sorry I couldn't of more help."
John smiled. "Thanks anyway."
With that he left the gym. He had one more stop to make before he considered giving up.
There weren't many people in the Mess Hall when John entered, but the person he was looking for was un-missable. John sat down opposite him and watched as Ronon dug into the sky high pile of food on his plate. John opened his mouth to speak but Ronon beat him to it.
"Don't," he said, the word barely audible around the mashed potato crammed in Ronon's mouth.
"Don't? Don't what?"
"Don't tell her."
"I…" John remained confused.
"McKay was in here earlier, blabbing about your…chat." At John's deer-caught-in-the-headlights look, Ronon continued. "He won't tell anyone else, don't worry."
"I hope you didn't scare him too much." Ronon smirked and shrugged, causing John to relax.
"What do you mean by 'don't tell her'?"
Ronon stuffed another forkful of mashed potatoes into his mouth. He downed the mouthful in one swallow and answered the Colonel.
"I've heard the marines talking about a saying from Earth, something about actions speaking louder than words and I've gotta say I agree with…" John was out of his chair, throwing a thanks over his shoulder, before Ronon could finish.
John all but ran to the control room but slowed down as he reached it. Unsurprisingly, Elizabeth was in her office; head bent over some report or requisition. Biting his lower lip but refusing to give into the urge to wring his hands together, John slowly walked past Chuck and the other technicians and across the gangway to Elizabeth's office.
The door was open, so John knocked casually on the glass next to it. Elizabeth looked up. As soon as she saw John, her eyes brightened and she smiled. Oblivious to this, lost in his own nervousness, John stepped forwards.
"Um, hi, Elizabeth. How's it, er, going?" Inwardly John winced.
Elizabeth's eyebrow rose at John's uncharacteristic edgy behaviour. Her slight amusement quickly turned to worry.
"What have you broken and or blown up?" Elizabeth's face was serious but her voice held a tone of amusement.
John's eyes widened slightly in shock. "Nothing, I…um…You know I'd send Rodney to you for that."
He tried to laugh but it came out sounding more like a strangled squeak. Elizabeth's other eyebrow rose to join the first.
Putting down the pen she'd been holding, Elizabeth linked her fingers together and rested her forearms on her desk.
"Out with it, John. What have you done to make you so agitated?" She leant forwards, shoulders hunching slightly.
Elizabeth frowned. She stood up, pushing away from her desk, and walked over to John.
"John, what's gotten into you…?"
Before she could finish her sentence, John had placed one hand on her back and the other on the side of her face. He pulled her to him quickly and crashed his lips to hers. Common sense seemed to melt away, causing him to forget that Elizabeth's office walls were made from glass and that they could easily be seen by the entire control room staff.
It took Elizabeth a moment to realise what was happening and John was about to pull away before she started to respond to his kiss. Hands now on his shoulders, she pulled him closer.
Rodney had just entered the control room when he noticed how unusually quiet it was. Following the direction of everyone's stares, Rodney almost dropped the computer tablet his was holding.
"Huh. I guess he figured out a way after all." He said to himself before deciding he should get the two some privacy. "Alright everyone, you're not paid to sit around on your asses all day doing nothing. Get to work!"
Rodney smiled smugly to himself as most of the technicians jumped in what he hoped was fear of his superiority and hurried back to what ever they had been doing previous to the 'distraction'.