Second Chance by lanna_kitty
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stargateficrecRec Category: John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir
Pairing: John/Elizabeth
Category: angst, romance
Warning: spoilers for First Strike all of season 4, including speculations for the finale
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
lanna_kitty
Author's Website: Fic journal
Link: Second Chances
Why This Must Be Read: This fic is just perfect. This is what I think most of us wants to see. It fixs nearly everything that has happened since First Strike. Do I need to say more? Everyone's in character, the writing is really beautiful.
John sat up in his bed, gasping for air, his heart pounding. He looked around and recognized his quarters. Johnny smiled down at him benevolently from the wall. His laundry hamper stood half-full in the corner by his open closet. His guitar rested in its holder and his BDU jacket was thrown across the back of the couch.
John scrubbed a hand over his face and through his hair. He half expected to find sand, but found nothing. He lay back in bed, wondering why he'd had such a fucked up dream.
His alarm went off and he jolted upright, startled for a moment before he realized what it was. With a curse, he slapped at the offending hardware. Time to get up. He had a meeting with Carter to go over the list of planets where they suspected Michael had taken Teyla to. Then he and Ronon, Rodney and Lorne's team were going to start the search again.
John quickly showered and dressed. He picked up his tablet computer and tucked it under one arm as he headed down the hall, intent on coffee. John hopped into the transporter then stepped out again just as quickly. He nodded to Zelenka and Kusanagi as they passed by with steaming cups of coffee. The caffeine hadn't kicked in yet obviously, because he got a grunt from Radek and a half-hearted wave from Miko.
"Late night?" John joked.
"Is it not always?" Radek said as the two scientists stepped into the vacant transporter.
John chuckled and headed into the mess hall and began fixing his own cup of coffee. He juggled the computer, drink preparation and a fresh-looking banana for a moment before setting the fruit and computer on the counter so he could rip open the packet of sugar.
"Good morning, John."
John whirled around at the sound of that cheerful greeting.
He'd not heard her voice in over six months. The last time had been when he'd spoken with her replicator clone. John's jaw dropped as Elizabeth Weir calmly shook a couple packets of sugar before ripping them open and tipping the contents into her mug.
Pairing: John/Elizabeth
Category: angst, romance
Warning: spoilers for First Strike all of season 4, including speculations for the finale
Author on LJ:
lanna_kittyAuthor's Website: Fic journal
Link: Second Chances
Why This Must Be Read: This fic is just perfect. This is what I think most of us wants to see. It fixs nearly everything that has happened since First Strike. Do I need to say more? Everyone's in character, the writing is really beautiful.
John sat up in his bed, gasping for air, his heart pounding. He looked around and recognized his quarters. Johnny smiled down at him benevolently from the wall. His laundry hamper stood half-full in the corner by his open closet. His guitar rested in its holder and his BDU jacket was thrown across the back of the couch.
John scrubbed a hand over his face and through his hair. He half expected to find sand, but found nothing. He lay back in bed, wondering why he'd had such a fucked up dream.
His alarm went off and he jolted upright, startled for a moment before he realized what it was. With a curse, he slapped at the offending hardware. Time to get up. He had a meeting with Carter to go over the list of planets where they suspected Michael had taken Teyla to. Then he and Ronon, Rodney and Lorne's team were going to start the search again.
John quickly showered and dressed. He picked up his tablet computer and tucked it under one arm as he headed down the hall, intent on coffee. John hopped into the transporter then stepped out again just as quickly. He nodded to Zelenka and Kusanagi as they passed by with steaming cups of coffee. The caffeine hadn't kicked in yet obviously, because he got a grunt from Radek and a half-hearted wave from Miko.
"Late night?" John joked.
"Is it not always?" Radek said as the two scientists stepped into the vacant transporter.
John chuckled and headed into the mess hall and began fixing his own cup of coffee. He juggled the computer, drink preparation and a fresh-looking banana for a moment before setting the fruit and computer on the counter so he could rip open the packet of sugar.
"Good morning, John."
John whirled around at the sound of that cheerful greeting.
He'd not heard her voice in over six months. The last time had been when he'd spoken with her replicator clone. John's jaw dropped as Elizabeth Weir calmly shook a couple packets of sugar before ripping them open and tipping the contents into her mug.
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