Dancing by Speckleberry PG
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Rec Category: John Sheppard and Elizabeth Weir
Pairing: John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir
Category: Sheppard/Weir, het, alternative POV
Warnings: Slight spoilers for McKay and Mrs Miller, PG
Author on LJ:
speckleberry
Author's Website:
eruwaedhielweir
Link to Story: Dancing
Why This Is A Must Read:
I'm not sure that I can put "because Speckleberry wrote it", but her work has been really amazing recently and Dancing is a really sweet and beautiful fic from Jeannie Miller's POV of what you might be able to guess from the title - dancing.
This is a fic that will really make you smile as it captures the exact feeling and atmosphere between John and Elizabeth in a perfect way that will touch all who read it.
But Jeannie in that moment felt like she was intruding on something sacred.
Something secret.
The fire in their eyes was powerful and consuming. She wanted to walk away but watching them dance was amazing. They had truly missed their calling, or perhaps… their gifts were simply limitless, as many of the people here.
Pairing: John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir
Category: Sheppard/Weir, het, alternative POV
Warnings: Slight spoilers for McKay and Mrs Miller, PG
Author on LJ:
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Author's Website:
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Link to Story: Dancing
Why This Is A Must Read:
I'm not sure that I can put "because Speckleberry wrote it", but her work has been really amazing recently and Dancing is a really sweet and beautiful fic from Jeannie Miller's POV of what you might be able to guess from the title - dancing.
This is a fic that will really make you smile as it captures the exact feeling and atmosphere between John and Elizabeth in a perfect way that will touch all who read it.
But Jeannie in that moment felt like she was intruding on something sacred.
Something secret.
The fire in their eyes was powerful and consuming. She wanted to walk away but watching them dance was amazing. They had truly missed their calling, or perhaps… their gifts were simply limitless, as many of the people here.