Stops Along the Way, by amitee (G)
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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: Femslash
Characters: Elizabeth Weir, Teyla Emmagn
Pairings: Elizabeth Weir/Teyla Emmagan
Categories: Femslash, vignette, alternate universe (canon divergence)
Warnings: None
Author's Journal:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
amitee
Author's Website: amitee on AO3
Link: Stops Along the Way @ AO3 or LJ or Passion&Perfection
Why This Must Be Read: One of the most wonderful things SGA did was explore different meanings of "home" — anything from a place to a person to a mission, and this fic does a lovely job of showing how Elizabeth and Teyla journey through some of those meanings, together, before finally coming back to Atlantis. It's soft and deft and a really great set of linked snapshots of life.
She lets herself into the house with a relieved sigh. It had looked dark from the street, and for a moment she'd been worried that Teyla hadn't come home. But she's there in the kitchen and the tea kettle is whistling. Two mugs are on a tray on the counter. "You read my mind,"Elizabeth says, dropping her bag on a chair and taking off her coat. "It's freezing out there."
"I have been told it is unusually cold here this winter, even for Earth," Teyla replies with a smile. She's wearing one of Elizabeth's sweaters, a soft fuzzy thing with a high neck, and she just looks warm, pouring the steaming water into the mugs.
Elizabeth presses her hands to her sides and waits until Teyla has set the kettle back on the stove. Then she reaches out for her. "I missed you."
"I missed you as well." Teyla kisses her temple, brushing her hair against Elizabeth's face. "You were on the television this morning."
It's been nearly a year now, but words like television still sound strange coming from Teyla's mouth. "Did I do okay?" Elizabeth asks, wanting - needing - to know, not trusting anyone's opinion but Teyla's at this moment.
"I thought you were wonderful," Teyla replies. "The things you said – I believe they were what the people of this planet needed to hear."
"I hope so," Elizabeth sighs, and holds on tighter.
Rec Category: Femslash
Characters: Elizabeth Weir, Teyla Emmagn
Pairings: Elizabeth Weir/Teyla Emmagan
Categories: Femslash, vignette, alternate universe (canon divergence)
Warnings: None
Author's Journal:
amiteeAuthor's Website: amitee on AO3
Link: Stops Along the Way @ AO3 or LJ or Passion&Perfection
Why This Must Be Read: One of the most wonderful things SGA did was explore different meanings of "home" — anything from a place to a person to a mission, and this fic does a lovely job of showing how Elizabeth and Teyla journey through some of those meanings, together, before finally coming back to Atlantis. It's soft and deft and a really great set of linked snapshots of life.
She lets herself into the house with a relieved sigh. It had looked dark from the street, and for a moment she'd been worried that Teyla hadn't come home. But she's there in the kitchen and the tea kettle is whistling. Two mugs are on a tray on the counter. "You read my mind,"Elizabeth says, dropping her bag on a chair and taking off her coat. "It's freezing out there."
"I have been told it is unusually cold here this winter, even for Earth," Teyla replies with a smile. She's wearing one of Elizabeth's sweaters, a soft fuzzy thing with a high neck, and she just looks warm, pouring the steaming water into the mugs.
Elizabeth presses her hands to her sides and waits until Teyla has set the kettle back on the stove. Then she reaches out for her. "I missed you."
"I missed you as well." Teyla kisses her temple, brushing her hair against Elizabeth's face. "You were on the television this morning."
It's been nearly a year now, but words like television still sound strange coming from Teyla's mouth. "Did I do okay?" Elizabeth asks, wanting - needing - to know, not trusting anyone's opinion but Teyla's at this moment.
"I thought you were wonderful," Teyla replies. "The things you said – I believe they were what the people of this planet needed to hear."
"I hope so," Elizabeth sighs, and holds on tighter.
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Date: 2018-05-12 04:31 pm (UTC)