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 the 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: So this is obviously late, but we are slowly (very slowly!) making up for missed days. This is set a little bit after Sanctuary. I had planned it out quite a bit differently than it ended up, but that seems to be a normal pattern with me. Also John and Elizabeth may not be in character, but I hope you all like it and please let me know what you think!

Distance

By saphiretwin369

John pressed the symbols on the DHD, glad to finally be going home after the mission that had lasted several days. He was looking forward to sleeping in his bed again. The mission had been an easy one, but very tiring.

The stargate kawooshed and he followed the rest of his team through the wormhole. As he reached the gate room on the other side, he noticed Elizabeth standing in the control room at her usual place she occupied to greet returning teams.

"Welcome back," she said and nodded at each of them in turn – Rodney first, then Ronon and Teyla, then John. Ronon, Rodney, and Teyla quickly left, also ready to put up their weapons, change out of uniform and relax.

John gave Elizabeth a smile, only for it to fade into a frown when she did not smile back at him, but instead turned around. She had been like that for a week now. As if she was distancing herself from him. She'd also seemed sad and he didn't think he'd seen her smile once in weeks. She had also been avoiding him. He'd tried to ignore the clues, but after a while it became clear. Several times he'd gone to the balcony while she was there only to have her immediately say she was tired and should head to bed or had work to do. Then she'd leave before he had a chance to stop her. Not for the first time he wondered what was wrong with her.

It hurt, too because he had felt a connection with her and he'd thought they had been starting to get close. He'd tried and succeeded to get past her defenses. He had broken down a few walls. She had even done the same with him.

Now it was as if they didn't even know each other anymore. At first he had thought that maybe she was just depressed about something and that maybe she just wasn't ready to open up to him, but after a couple of weeks it became obvious that she just didn't want to talk to him.

As he walked out of the gate room, John decided that that was going to change.