Coda, by Peanutbutterer (R)
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stargateficrecRec Category: Sheppard/Weir
Pairing: John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir,
Category: Sheppard/Weir, angst, John Sheppard, Elizabeth Weir
Warning: Spoilers for Lifeline and Adrift.
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
peanutbutterer
Author's Website: N/A
Link: Coda
Why This Must Be Read: Season four has spawned a massive number of angsty Sheppard/Weir fic, but this one is my absolute favorite of all of them. I think this is one of those stories where even non-S/W fans can appreciate, because it's so well written and the possibility that it could have gone down like this was only too real. It's the story of one possible way Elizabeth could have returned to the fold, but after going through so much, after so long, it isn't at all an easy transition.peanutbutterer has a gift for narration and prose, and her characterization is haunting.
Emotional. Moving. Agnsty. Oddly hopeful all at the same time. And you'll be feeling the impact of the last sentence for days.
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It wasn’t always John’s team that rescued her.
A couple of times the Daedalus simply beamed her from her cell and she materialized on its bridge, no scrapes, no bruises and not one bit worse for the wear. There were plenty of versions where Major Lorne’s team would force their way in with guns blazing, leaving a satisfying trail of destruction in their wake. Once it had even been a lone and fearless Doctor Zelenka armed with a P90 and a data pad, no hand free to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
Remarkably, the latter had been no less convincing than any of the others. She’d never considered herself to be gullible, but her optimism had been known to get the better of her, and for a long while she had continued to fall for the delusions.
Following Ronon down the corridor, heart and the patter of weapons fire pounding in her ears, she figured it was only a matter of time before optimism was no longer a problem.
There were only so many times you could escape and still believe.
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Pairing: John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir,
Category: Sheppard/Weir, angst, John Sheppard, Elizabeth Weir
Warning: Spoilers for Lifeline and Adrift.
Author on LJ:
peanutbuttererAuthor's Website: N/A
Link: Coda
Why This Must Be Read: Season four has spawned a massive number of angsty Sheppard/Weir fic, but this one is my absolute favorite of all of them. I think this is one of those stories where even non-S/W fans can appreciate, because it's so well written and the possibility that it could have gone down like this was only too real. It's the story of one possible way Elizabeth could have returned to the fold, but after going through so much, after so long, it isn't at all an easy transition.
peanutbutterer has a gift for narration and prose, and her characterization is haunting. Emotional. Moving. Agnsty. Oddly hopeful all at the same time. And you'll be feeling the impact of the last sentence for days.
--
It wasn’t always John’s team that rescued her.
A couple of times the Daedalus simply beamed her from her cell and she materialized on its bridge, no scrapes, no bruises and not one bit worse for the wear. There were plenty of versions where Major Lorne’s team would force their way in with guns blazing, leaving a satisfying trail of destruction in their wake. Once it had even been a lone and fearless Doctor Zelenka armed with a P90 and a data pad, no hand free to push his glasses up the bridge of his nose.
Remarkably, the latter had been no less convincing than any of the others. She’d never considered herself to be gullible, but her optimism had been known to get the better of her, and for a long while she had continued to fall for the delusions.
Following Ronon down the corridor, heart and the patter of weapons fire pounding in her ears, she figured it was only a matter of time before optimism was no longer a problem.
There were only so many times you could escape and still believe.
--
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Date: 2008-02-29 09:10 am (UTC)