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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: Elizabeth Weir
Characters: Elizabeth Weir, John Sheppard
Pairing: Elizabeth/John
Het/Slash/Gen: Het
Warnings: NC-17, sex
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mylittleredgirl
Author's Website: Website
link: "Thou Shalt Not Covet"
Why This Must Be Read: I've recently discovered this author, and am having difficulty not just reccing EVERYTHING she's ever written. In this fic, Elizabeth ends up experiencing every single one of John's life experiences and feelings through an alien "Circle of Truth," and the fallout leaves both John and Elizabeth dealing with denial and awkwardness and avoidance. The voices are pitch-perfect, and I especially love how John retreats and avoids - because he so would - and how Elizabeth wants to give him respectful distance, but the line of privacy has been crossed, and they have to deal with it. And I love how it's ultimately resolved.
Elizabeth falls asleep about forty times in a row, only to jerk awake. Her dreams are split-second lifetimes: John and his father. John killing Colonel Sumner. John and Ford’s cousin, apologizing, promising. John and an angry Air Force Colonel, sending him to Antarctica, if it were up to me, you wouldn’t even be wearing this uniform. John and his ex-wife, you’re such a disappointment. John in the storm, Kolya on the radio, Weir’s dead. John at the hands of Kolya and a Wraith, about to die, thinking about regrets and how he’d never get a chance with-
She gets up and splashes freezing water on her face. Her eyes sting, and she has no right to cry about this, but the immensity of everything she saw and heard and felt in the alien Circle of Truth is too much for her to handle. Ever, probably, but definitely alone in her quarters when it’s too fresh for her to compartmentalize it away as just another insane experience in the Pegasus Galaxy.
It’s not her pain, but it breaks her heart. She always knew John was walking around with far too much guilt, too much self-doubt, too many voices telling him that he wasn’t enough, even as the years in Atlantis seemed to relax some of that away from him.
And the rest-
She especially shouldn’t think about that.
Rec Category: Elizabeth Weir
Characters: Elizabeth Weir, John Sheppard
Pairing: Elizabeth/John
Het/Slash/Gen: Het
Warnings: NC-17, sex
Author on LJ:
mylittleredgirl Author's Website: Website
link: "Thou Shalt Not Covet"
Why This Must Be Read: I've recently discovered this author, and am having difficulty not just reccing EVERYTHING she's ever written. In this fic, Elizabeth ends up experiencing every single one of John's life experiences and feelings through an alien "Circle of Truth," and the fallout leaves both John and Elizabeth dealing with denial and awkwardness and avoidance. The voices are pitch-perfect, and I especially love how John retreats and avoids - because he so would - and how Elizabeth wants to give him respectful distance, but the line of privacy has been crossed, and they have to deal with it. And I love how it's ultimately resolved.
Elizabeth falls asleep about forty times in a row, only to jerk awake. Her dreams are split-second lifetimes: John and his father. John killing Colonel Sumner. John and Ford’s cousin, apologizing, promising. John and an angry Air Force Colonel, sending him to Antarctica, if it were up to me, you wouldn’t even be wearing this uniform. John and his ex-wife, you’re such a disappointment. John in the storm, Kolya on the radio, Weir’s dead. John at the hands of Kolya and a Wraith, about to die, thinking about regrets and how he’d never get a chance with-
She gets up and splashes freezing water on her face. Her eyes sting, and she has no right to cry about this, but the immensity of everything she saw and heard and felt in the alien Circle of Truth is too much for her to handle. Ever, probably, but definitely alone in her quarters when it’s too fresh for her to compartmentalize it away as just another insane experience in the Pegasus Galaxy.
It’s not her pain, but it breaks her heart. She always knew John was walking around with far too much guilt, too much self-doubt, too many voices telling him that he wasn’t enough, even as the years in Atlantis seemed to relax some of that away from him.
And the rest-
She especially shouldn’t think about that.
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