The Man with the Soul so Dead, by Medie, NC-17

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Rec Category: Elizabeth Weir
Pairing: Elizabeth Weir/Teyla Emmagan
Categories: femslash. AU. Elizabeth Weir. Teyla Emmagan. John Sheppard.
Warnings: None.
Author on LJ:medie.
Author's Website: N/A
Link: The Man with the Soul so Dead

Why This Must Be Read: I think one of my favorite things about SGA is how easily you can put any of the characters into an AU setting and it still totally works. Here, Medie writes an AU where Elizabeth is a Federal judge, Teyla is a US Marshal assigned to protect her, Ronon is Teyla's partner, John is a prosecuter, etc... It's a wonderful, intelligent read with the cast perfectly protrayed.

I don't often read femslash, but I highly recommend this fic to everyone simply because the story and characterization is stunning. Authors like Medie are a rare breed - quality work in a variety of fandoms and ships.



"Objection!"

From the vantage point of her bench, Elizabeth Weir narrowed her gaze at her former clerk and silently wished for the floor to open up. Watching him be swallowed whole would just improve her day immeasurably. For his part, Kavanaugh glared back imperiously, unafraid of her gaze's challenge and she resisted the urge to throw a pencil at him. Instead, she lifted a brow and said coolly, "On what grounds Mr. Kavanaugh? It's Tuesday and Mr. Sheppard isn't allowed to ask questions on Tuesday?"

Kavanaugh huffed a breath, waving a hand at John. "Prosecution is testifying for the witness!"

The witness in question, Doctor Rodney McKay, rolled his eyes. "Oh please," he responded disdainfully, "since when has anyone ever managed to put words in my mouth!" He sniffed. "Besides, I have plenty of my own which are likely going to be too complicated for defense counsel to understand. Might I suggest finger puppets?"

Biting the inside of her cheek hard, Elizabeth did her best to quell the laughter that was threatening to bubble up. Rodney certainly did have a point. She couldn't ever accuse him of being easily led on anything. "The witness does have a point," she conceded only too happily. "Objection overruled, the prosecution may proceed. But please, Mr. Sheppard, let's cut down on the prose shall we? While the jury may appreciate your literary stylings, the defense does not."

That made Kavanaugh glower but, defeated, he silently took his seat next to his client. Elizabeth didn't spare him any further attention, he really didn't rate any. "Please, Doctor, do continue with your explanation. My clerk has finger puppets on hand should you require them."

A ripple of laughter went through the courtroom and she permitted herself a tiny smile.

With her expressed permission to continue, John Sheppard leaned comfortably against the jury box and gestured for Rodney to continue, “Sorry for the interruption, Doctor, feel free to proceed. I believe you were about to explain the timers used in the Athos County bombings?”

Again Elizabeth checked a smile, this time caused by the unspoken message on John’s face telling Rodney to keep it simple. Despite the fun of confounding Kavanaugh, they all would prefer that the jury actually understand the evidence and Rodney could be confusing enough when he was trying to be clear.

The threat the Wraith network posed sent icy cold fingers a dread down Elizabeth’s spine. She risked a cool glance over the court, taking stock of the defendant. Unlike his attorney, Michael Kenmore was the picture of stone-faced control. This one’s star was on the rise among the Wraith and the idea of him going free truly scared her.

Comments

[incidental-fire.livejournal.com]

I don't often read femslash either, but this looks intriguing. Thanks for posting the rec!

[ed-84.livejournal.com]

Yay! Glad I could rec it to you.