Rec Category: Femslash
Pairing: Elizabeth Weir / Teyla Emmagen
Categories: femslash, Elizabeth Weir, Teyla Emmagen, episode-related
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:
wickedwords
Author's Website: Mediafans
Summary: Elizabeth envied Teyla's freedom.
Link: Mummer's Dance
Why This Must Be Read: Written for
sga_flashfic's 'Culture Clash' challenge, this is set mid-season 1, after "The Storm". It's quite clearly season 1 Elizabeth and Teyla, with Elizabeth still feeling her way into her role as a leader, trying to learn to defend herself and with Teyla still not a part of the mission, struggling with the foreign culture and Elizabeth being taken aback by the different view of relationships Teyla has because of it. It's as much a character portrayal of both of them as it is a story about their relationship and it works beautifully on both accounts. Go forth and read :)
A wave of helplessness washed over her, the memory of her role as a hostage. With a grunt, she swung at Teyla, who stepped to the side, allowing Elizabeth to pass her. The motion drove the memory from her mind, and Elizabeth was able to focus.
"Are you well, Dr. Weir?" Teyla was looking at her, head tilted slightly, her brown eyes sharp; Elizabeth pressed her own lips firmly together to prevent anything unprofessional from sliding out. Gentle and fierce, Teyla straddled a world of contradictions, both a part of the team and separate from it. Sometimes Elizabeth admired her distance, as she had discovered that she couldn't always find perspective when the situation demanded it.
"I'm fine, Teyla. Really."
Pairing: Elizabeth Weir / Teyla Emmagen
Categories: femslash, Elizabeth Weir, Teyla Emmagen, episode-related
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:
Author's Website: Mediafans
Summary: Elizabeth envied Teyla's freedom.
Link: Mummer's Dance
Why This Must Be Read: Written for
A wave of helplessness washed over her, the memory of her role as a hostage. With a grunt, she swung at Teyla, who stepped to the side, allowing Elizabeth to pass her. The motion drove the memory from her mind, and Elizabeth was able to focus.
"Are you well, Dr. Weir?" Teyla was looking at her, head tilted slightly, her brown eyes sharp; Elizabeth pressed her own lips firmly together to prevent anything unprofessional from sliding out. Gentle and fierce, Teyla straddled a world of contradictions, both a part of the team and separate from it. Sometimes Elizabeth admired her distance, as she had discovered that she couldn't always find perspective when the situation demanded it.
"I'm fine, Teyla. Really."
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Date: 2009-03-27 04:52 am (UTC)