Stops Along the Way by Amatia (PG-13)
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stargateficrecRec Category: Elizabeth Weir
Pairing: Elizabeth/Teyla
Category: femslash, character study, Elizabeth Weir, Teyla Emmagan, sga
Warning: none
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amatia
Author's Website: Amatia's Fanfic
Link: Stops Along the Way
Why This Must Be Read:
Because it's an understated and lovely story of how Elizabeth and Teyla's lives are interwoven on Earth. The details and each section root the characters firmly in the present, but each action takes them further into the future to where they truly intend to be, which is in Atlantis.
Her people – she doesn't think she'll ever stop thinking of the expedition members as her people - are still scattered all over the universe. Sheppard still in Pegasus with Ronon, McKay at some top-secret underground lab that even Elizabeth’s clearance can't get her any information about, Kate at Cheyenne Mountain.
Teyla is here with her, and Elizabeth is grateful for that. Teyla's her touchstone, her constant reminder that the time in Pegasus has not been a loss, her clock that counts all the days and weeks and months until they can go home.
“What do you do all day when I’m gone?” she asks Teyla one night as they make a late dinner. The smell of Athosian bread winds through the house. Soon it will be too hot to bake, but if she closes her eyes right now, she can almost hear the wind through the trees on the mainland.
“I learn,” Teyla says, and checks the oven. “I read from your books, I watch the current events channels on the television. Rodney sends me many e-mails.” She looks thoughtfully at Elizabeth for a moment. “But I have yet to get used to the telephone.”
Elizabeth smiles and retrieves the butter from the refrigerator. “What’s Rodney doing these days?”
“He doesn’t write much about his job. The messages are generally his reminiscing about, as he puts it, ‘that stupid thing John Sheppard did one time’.”
The way she says it makes Elizabeth laugh so hard she has to lean against the counter. “Thank you,” she says, when she can breathe again. “I needed that.”
“Long meetings?” Teyla asks, raising an eyebrow. She tastes the pasta sauce carefully.
“Too long.”
Teyla sets down the spoon and slides her arms around Elizabeth from behind, presses a kiss to her neck. “You do not love negotiating as you once did,” she murmurs, and Elizabeth has to admit that she's right.
Pairing: Elizabeth/Teyla
Category: femslash, character study, Elizabeth Weir, Teyla Emmagan, sga
Warning: none
Author on LJ:
amatiaAuthor's Website: Amatia's Fanfic
Link: Stops Along the Way
Why This Must Be Read:
Because it's an understated and lovely story of how Elizabeth and Teyla's lives are interwoven on Earth. The details and each section root the characters firmly in the present, but each action takes them further into the future to where they truly intend to be, which is in Atlantis.
Her people – she doesn't think she'll ever stop thinking of the expedition members as her people - are still scattered all over the universe. Sheppard still in Pegasus with Ronon, McKay at some top-secret underground lab that even Elizabeth’s clearance can't get her any information about, Kate at Cheyenne Mountain.
Teyla is here with her, and Elizabeth is grateful for that. Teyla's her touchstone, her constant reminder that the time in Pegasus has not been a loss, her clock that counts all the days and weeks and months until they can go home.
“What do you do all day when I’m gone?” she asks Teyla one night as they make a late dinner. The smell of Athosian bread winds through the house. Soon it will be too hot to bake, but if she closes her eyes right now, she can almost hear the wind through the trees on the mainland.
“I learn,” Teyla says, and checks the oven. “I read from your books, I watch the current events channels on the television. Rodney sends me many e-mails.” She looks thoughtfully at Elizabeth for a moment. “But I have yet to get used to the telephone.”
Elizabeth smiles and retrieves the butter from the refrigerator. “What’s Rodney doing these days?”
“He doesn’t write much about his job. The messages are generally his reminiscing about, as he puts it, ‘that stupid thing John Sheppard did one time’.”
The way she says it makes Elizabeth laugh so hard she has to lean against the counter. “Thank you,” she says, when she can breathe again. “I needed that.”
“Long meetings?” Teyla asks, raising an eyebrow. She tastes the pasta sauce carefully.
“Too long.”
Teyla sets down the spoon and slides her arms around Elizabeth from behind, presses a kiss to her neck. “You do not love negotiating as you once did,” she murmurs, and Elizabeth has to admit that she's right.
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