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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: Sheppard/Weir
Characters: Elizabeth Weir, John Sheppard, AU
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir
Het/Slash/Gen: Het
Category: het, Five things, angst
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dirty_diana
Author's Website: N/A
Link: Every Planet We Reach Is Dead (Four Ways John and Elizabeth Almost Make It)
Why This Must Be Read: This one is an older fic, but still wonderful and refreshing to red. A great look at four instances where Elizabeth and John bond after close calls. A gorgeous bit of writing, with lovely evocative phrasing.
Elizabeth smells sweet, like pineapples. Her skin is slick with the scented oils, as she sinks down beside John, McKay giving up his spot on the warm side of the room. The hem of the white robe is splattered with mud, and her feet are bare. John doesn't know where she has come from, or how far they made her walk.
She wrenches her hands out of his when he tries to help her down. Gently, but firmly.
"You shouldn't have come."
"Wasn't an option," he says, dismissing her words with a lightness that he doesn't feel. "What was it like?" He doesn't want to make her talk about it, but he needs to know. The shake of Elizabeth's head is weak. Her pupils are dilated, and John presses his fingers to her neck, not caring if she minds, feeling for the thumping of her pulse. Strong. Too slow.
Rodney and Teyla hang back, as much as they can. The room is spacious by the standards they have seen here, but not meant for four. The bed is soft, and Elizabeth lies on her side, her head on her arm. They aren't prisoners, not exactly. They're not exactly prisoners, and tomorrow Elizabeth won't exactly be sent to die.
"What have they done to her?" McKay hovers worriedly, as John waves him off.
Elizabeth smiles vaguely, and tries to sit up. "It's a party," she says, her voice lilting in a way that sends shivers up his spine. "You shouldn't have come."
They tied her hair in ribbons, white to match the robe. John unties them carefully, tossing them angrily to the floor, and pushes back her hair as it falls in her eyes.
Rec Category: Sheppard/Weir
Characters: Elizabeth Weir, John Sheppard, AU
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir
Het/Slash/Gen: Het
Category: het, Five things, angst
Author on LJ:
dirty_dianaAuthor's Website: N/A
Link: Every Planet We Reach Is Dead (Four Ways John and Elizabeth Almost Make It)
Why This Must Be Read: This one is an older fic, but still wonderful and refreshing to red. A great look at four instances where Elizabeth and John bond after close calls. A gorgeous bit of writing, with lovely evocative phrasing.
Elizabeth smells sweet, like pineapples. Her skin is slick with the scented oils, as she sinks down beside John, McKay giving up his spot on the warm side of the room. The hem of the white robe is splattered with mud, and her feet are bare. John doesn't know where she has come from, or how far they made her walk.
She wrenches her hands out of his when he tries to help her down. Gently, but firmly.
"You shouldn't have come."
"Wasn't an option," he says, dismissing her words with a lightness that he doesn't feel. "What was it like?" He doesn't want to make her talk about it, but he needs to know. The shake of Elizabeth's head is weak. Her pupils are dilated, and John presses his fingers to her neck, not caring if she minds, feeling for the thumping of her pulse. Strong. Too slow.
Rodney and Teyla hang back, as much as they can. The room is spacious by the standards they have seen here, but not meant for four. The bed is soft, and Elizabeth lies on her side, her head on her arm. They aren't prisoners, not exactly. They're not exactly prisoners, and tomorrow Elizabeth won't exactly be sent to die.
"What have they done to her?" McKay hovers worriedly, as John waves him off.
Elizabeth smiles vaguely, and tries to sit up. "It's a party," she says, her voice lilting in a way that sends shivers up his spine. "You shouldn't have come."
They tied her hair in ribbons, white to match the robe. John unties them carefully, tossing them angrily to the floor, and pushes back her hair as it falls in her eyes.
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