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!
"Is it a Hive ship?" Elizabeth and John rushed into the control room coming from her office.
"No it's…," Chuck paused and frowned looking at the sensors.
"What is it?" John asked impatiently.
"It's an ancient vessel, Sir," Chuck answered looking at him but a sound caught his attention. "They're contacting us," Elizabeth nodded at him and he pushed a few buttons on the console.
All eyes widened or were directed to John, as his voice was audible. "Atlantis, this is Sheppard. The test apparently didn't work, we're going to repeat it in a few minutes," the control room had fallen in complete silence and Elizabeth and John shared a concerned look. "Atlantis? Do you copy?" Johns voice was heard again when nobody answered him.
"Request a video transmission and raise the shield," Elizabeth was the first one to find her voice again and Chuck nodded following her instructions.
The people started to whisper as not only John but also Elizabeth and Rodney appeared on the screen. "Oh my god…," Rodney and other people she noticed in the background on the ship stopped working.
John reached for his earpiece and tapped it. "McKay, get to the control room…yes, it is important! Far more important than your lunch, get down here!"
Elizabeth groaned, rolled onto her side and switched her alarm clock off. She already had been awake and the brutal noise of her alarm clock had ripped her out of her train of thoughts. She let her head fall back into the cushion with a sigh and closed her eyes.
She refused to listen to the rational voice in her head, which told her that she needed to get up and go to work. But going to work meant that sooner or later she would meet him and that was the last thing she wanted to happen right now. She couldn't face him, not now. The incident a few days ago brought back all the feelings she had buried carefully and ignored successfully all the time. The problem was that she couldn't do that again, it seemed as if her feelings refused to be ignored. Every time she just thought about him a rush of emotions flooded her body and she wanted to enjoy them and let them free but she knew she couldn't.
She needed time to figure things out and get herself back under control, that meant avoiding him but she spent so much time with him that it was not easy. He noticed that something was wrong and she was aware that it hurt him but if she would face him now she wouldn't be able to resist him and could give up before she even tried.
Elizabeth looked down at the group of their counterparts in the isolation room. She studied her own one, herself and wondered about the long scar on her arm and the long hair.
"They're no Replicators," she and John's team turned around to Carson who stood in the entrance of the room. "We haven't gotten every test result yet but there's no sign that they're Replicators or clones…their DNA matches with ours…they're us," Carson stepped closer to the big window and watched them for a moment.
Elizabeth looked at John and he nodded. They left the room and headed down to the isolation room.