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!

I'm going to try to make sure no one is doing more than one a week; please tell me if you have a conflict and I'll move you around (for example, I'm having my wisdom teeth out on the 8th, so I made sure I didn't have to do a story for the 8th or the next couple of days after it).

Also, if you're planning on doing a multi-chapter story, tell me so I can arrange for you to post all the chapters on consecutive days.

Go forth and write!

Steph7085's Note: Ele_belly has just joined the Sparky Army ranks and was kind enough to offer this three part story (thank you!). It's her first fanfic so let's give her some support :)


By Ele_belly

Elizabeth sat back in her office chair, her arms folded tightly across her chest. She let out an exasperated sigh, hanging her head. Why? Why was she feeling like this? She knew the rules – well, her own personal ones – never date your subordinates, and it was damn well clear that what she was feeling wasn't exactly appropriate. Elizabeth squeezed her eyes shut tight. Nothing seemed to make sense anymore! It was all so screwed up. She knew she shouldn't be feeling this way. If things escalated and someone back on Earth found out, she would be instantly out of her job. Or worse yet, he could be transferred, away from Atlantis, his home. Away from me...

Elizabeth snapped her head up, quickly dismissing the thought. No! This wasn't about her. She couldn't jeopardise the city, his part in the whole expedition had saved them too many propped her elbows up on the desk, resting the bottom of her chin in her palms. She concentrated on her breathing for a few moments, trying to distract herself from her perilous thoughts. She glanced around her office, taking in the laptop in front of her, the stacks of mission reports on her desk. She looked at the wooden pot he had given her for her first birthday in Atlantis, that pot that brought back so many memories, that pot that had its rightful place on the corner of her desk... Elizabeth shook her head again. No! She had to stop thinking about him! She had to stop thinking about that messy black hair that seemed untameable; those deep brown eyes that met her green ones; that cheeky schoolboy smile that always made her heart flutter...

Elizabeth groaned aloud and rubbed her fingers over her eyes, obviously growing weary of the whole situation."For crying out loud Elizabeth, you're acting like a teenager with her first crush!" she scolded herself, determined now to focus on something else. In the end, she stared at her desk, seemingly marvelling at the craftsmanship. Her eyes drifted over it a few times before settling on the left corner furthest from her. She immediately thought of John. That was where he usually sat, perched at the end of the desk when he wanted something he knew he would have to sweet talk her into. The thought of him made her smile in ecstasy, making her temporarily forget about the reports that were waiting for her to read. Elizabeth sighed again. She obviously wasn't going to stop thinking about him any time soon. She decided to stop being so smitten about the whole thing, and decided to focus on the more... difficult parts of their relationship. The parts that prevented her from just going where her heart wanted to go so , she wasn't actually breaking her rules – at least not yet.

It was just a load of messed up feelings. But she couldn't just ignore those feelings. That much was abundantly clear now as those unspoken feelings had developed to the point where she couldn't help but think about him every few was trying to clear her thoughts. She inhaled deeply for a few moments, before sighing in frustration and placing her - now folded – arms on the desk in front of her. She placed her head gently on her forearms and her eyes fluttered closed. She began to think about how it had happened. How she had come to realise her true feelings for him. Admittedly, there was a connection between them from the start. It wasn't until the end of their third week in the great city that she began to realise that what they had was deeper than an attraction. It was when the Stargate had engaged and they were awaiting his team's arrival. Elizabeth was already worried at that point; she had received by radio that an alien bug had attached itself to John's neck. Ford was unable to remove it despite his best efforts, and then the jumper got stuck halfway through its return to the 'gate. There was no way they could get back through at the time, and the bug was slowly killing John. Elizabeth had never felt more distraught in her entire life.

It was later, when they were safely back in Atlantis and she had been called to the jumper bay that she truly realised her feelings for him. When she had seen his body lying there, with Carson trying to resuscitate him, she had to fight to hold back her tears. This man meant so much to her, it was strange really, that it had taken until that moment for her to apprehend it. A few hours later after everyone else had left the infirmary, Elizabeth had stayed behind. She questioned him about what he was going to say when he nearly died, but his response left her with an all knowing smile. She knew he felt it too, she saw it in his course, after that their relationship and their bond just kept growing. Like all people, they had their ups and downs, but it only made them stronger in the end. The incident with the Genii had only increased their chemistry and feelings for each other further. It was when she saw the emotion in John's eyes after he had rescued her from Kolya that she understood he felt the same things for her as she did for him.

When he had taken her hand and led her back to the control room, she had never felt more safe, more secure with what she felt than she had in a long time. It was only a few months after that when the Wraith's siege on Atlantis began. So much happened in those few days. It made Elizabeth finally understand the extent of her feelings for John. When she had reluctantly approved of his suicide mission, she had nearly broken down in tears. She was sending the man that made her whole to his death; the man that had made her appreciate so many things in life; the man who had taught her how to love. Just watching the dot on the sensors that indicated him broke her heart. When she thought he had died, she felt her heart shatter into a million pieces. She just wanted to curl up and die so that she could be with him again. It was only a few minutes later that Elizabeth heard his voice over the radio, all her hopes that had been diminished made her come back to life, made her feel, made her want to tell him exactly how much he meant to her. But when it came to it, words just couldn't express how she felt. In the end she locked eyes with his, before pulling him into an embrace that she would not be forgetting for a long time.

At first he had seemed shocked, but he placed a hand on her upper back before she pulled apart from was from that moment onwards that she knew she loved this man more than anything in the world, and that she would do anything for sighed once more, standing up from her desk and pacing around her office. It was late, past 3 in the morning by now, and she knew she needed to sleep. She needed to sleep on the clot of emotions building up in her heart, to once more keep them on hold until the morning. Closing her eyes and breathing in deeply, she stepped out of her office on the way to her idly wondered if John ever thought about this...