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28 July 2005 @ 09:10 pm
Sheppard/Weir fik!  
First: I'm going to make a note of this. When depressed and feel like not talking to anyone? Too bad! Talk anyway! Because now I am full of squeee and love for the f-list at large and for liminalliz in particular. *smushes gleee so it cannot leave* Thanks, guys. *love*

Second: Er... hmm. I think I discovered this before. I think that's why I washed out of college the first time around. Well, no, that was mono. *clings to friends* Why doesn't it count as being a Productive Human Being just to hang out with friends all the time?

So yes. If you can stand my crankiness, feel free to drag me out of my shell. Adrenaline highs are productive, yay! *unspirals self* (Speaking of crankiness and shells, which is all about astrology as I am a CANCER, Saturn is out of my damned sign finally. This means that my health issues and other seriousness should resolve now, and there should be delight and forward motion again. Yay. *clings to that, too*)

Now, to fic:

Title: "Finishing School"
Author: Little Red
Rating: PG
Category: Sheppard/Weir UST
Spoilers: Set between "Seige III" and "Intruder."
Summary: In any other situation, seeing Elizabeth Weir in jeopardy, John Sheppard would spring into action in the usual way and rescue her.
Author's Note: For pellucid, who was complaining about how intelligent women seem to be magnets for academic men with superior egos at parties...



She's being harassed.

In any other situation (in any other galaxy), upon seeing Elizabeth Weir in jeopardy, John Sheppard would spring into action in the usual way and rescue her. Unfortunately, this happens to be the Milky Way, and while he would still call her being backed into a corner by three attention-hungry academics jeopardy, the rest of the world seems to call it a cocktail reception.

He tugs at the sleeve of his dress uniform and then takes another drink instead. There's no reason for a reception at the SGC to feel more alien than any number of actually alien receptions he's been to in the past two years, but... well, it does. The uniform feels horribly restrictive after all this time. Elizabeth looks startlingly at home in nylons and designer pumps, and seeing that somehow feels restrictive to him, too.

"What the hell's wrong with you? You look like you're about to kill something."

John turns his glare at McKay, who's reaching behind him to get at the drinks table, having momentarily broken away from his adoring public (a collection of SGC scientists who look even more nerdy out of their lab coats, if that's possible). "Nothing," John snaps back. And then, "Uniform itches."

McKay looks out at the room, beaming out at the crowd of people all there to congratulate them, and then continues to criticize. "You're not going to make any friends glaring at everyone like that. I, on the other hand..." he nods in a totally-more-than-obvious way at an hourglass figure of a blonde chewing nervously on a strand of long hair across the room.

"You and-?" Huh. John has met the legendary Lieutenant Colonel Carter, and so knows this one isn't that blonde, but it still weirds him out a bit that McKay might be considered a Real Catch to any woman actually born on Earth.

"She wants my input for a paper she's working on -- it's fairly derivative, really... I'm thinking she might have gotten her job here for, you know, other reasons..." Rodney doesn't actually mimic breasts with his hands, but the gesture is understood. "However, with some help from me, she might be able to come up with some interesting points..."

John sighs, and glances back at Elizabeth, who is in the midst of laughing politely at a joke someone has made. Her gaze darts over to him and she gives a tight smile, one he interprets as help me, and then she follows it up with a shrug that suggests there's really nothing to be done.

"How do you guys put up with this stuff?"

McKay fusses with the drinks some more, probably scrutinizing it for stealth infiltrations of citrus. "Us? Stuff?"

"You and Elizabeth. These... functions."

"Ah, well, you see..." McKay extricates a glass, finally, and takes a sip. "The beauty of being a scientist at my level is that you really only have to attend these things when you're the one being congratulated. Then you can pretty much walk away if people start talking about themselves."

"And Elizabeth?"

McKay shrugs. "She's got practice. I don't know; this is what she does. Why're you so worried about her? She seems to be having a good time."

She doesn't at all, actually, but John wouldn't expect McKay to notice that any more than he would the now five middle-aged men in suits and uniforms competing for airtime in the conversation.

"Unlike you, Mr. Doom and Gloom over here guarding the punch bowl." McKay's blonde date has disappeared for the moment, probably off to fetch her paper for the galaxy-hopping genius' approval, leaving McKay time to toss off a few more insults. "What's wrong, get tired of being congratulated by Generals?"

Well, yes and no. On the one hand, he doesn't think he'll ever get sick of being patted on the back and congratulated for bringing home his team -- he's spent most of his adult life being slapped down by the Air Force, and this is a welcome change. On the other hand... he doesn't entirely believe them. None of them seem to actually like him. Some of that might just be his own lingering issues, he doesn't deny that, but he also doesn't trust their political motivations.

Congratulations and thanks from Elizabeth back on Atlantis matter much more. Even if he's got his share of trouble believing her, as well, at least he knows her and knows where she's coming from.

The blonde reappears, waving a three-ring binder, and McKay takes off. John returns to glowering at everyone, until he hears Elizabeth laugh her fake, strained laugh again, and decides he may as well put himself to some use, while he's here being otherwise antisocial.

"Doctor Weir!" He manages to shove through the suits rather easily. "There's, uh..." he blanks. He can't exactly say there's a communique for her, not while they're on Earth. "That thing, you said you could help with... we, uh, need your help with that. Now."

Her companions shoot him a confused look, like he's speaking a foreign language. Apparently he has fallen too far below their level of acceptable eloquence to even be considered a speaker of English.

Elizabeth looks him over with concern until he raises a telling eyebrow. She breaks into a wide, mostly false smile. "Oh, right! Thank you, Major. Gentlemen..." the smile widens even further. "I'm sure you can spare me for just a moment -- this shouldn't take long."

John grabs her elbow to steer her through the crowd with exaggerated purpose, lest anyone try to waylay her again.

Outside, she pulls her arm away and takes a deep breath. "Thank you."

He grins. "That bad?"

"I had forgotten what these functions are really like," she says. They strike off down the hallway together, ending up in the deserted briefing room. She flops into a seat -- well, as much flopping as she can do in a tailored business suit, which isn't much -- and he sits down across from her out of habit.

He downs the last of his drink. "We should've brought supplies," he notes, raising the glass in a mock toast.

She raises her own half-empty martini glass and then sips on it thoughtfully. "Are you enjoying the adoration of the masses?"

Not really, he thinks. "Sure. What's not to like?"

She swivels her chair around so she can see the Stargate through the observation window. "I hope they're all right out there."

The uneasiness in his stomach he has felt since leaving the city in the temporary care of others increases. "I'm sure they're fine. Teyla might be redecorating your office, though."

Elizabeth smiles wistfully. "It could use a little color."

They're quiet for a few minutes, her nursing her martini, him watching her. She looks elegant in manicured nails and a low collar and earrings. Not that she isn't well-put-together on Atlantis, more so than pretty much anyone else, but right now she seems to have moved above the class of people who normally even talk to him.

"It's strange, not hearing the ocean," she suddenly observes, and he realizes she's right.

"Still not very quiet," he points out. Even through the concrete, they can hear the party down the hall.

Elizabeth crosses her arms and shrugs her shoulders, suddenly looking as out of place as he feels. "I haven't had to deal with that many new people in a long time," she says, like it's a confession. "You'd think this would be easier than facing down Wraith ships."

"Well, it is," he notes.

"True." Her smile is genuine this time, and warms him right through his body. That feels just as much like home as the ever-present sound of water.

She reaches a hand across the table, and he takes it. Her fingers are cool from holding onto her drink, but her skin warms fast in his. He can feel his own temperature rising, and it's strangely hard to breathe.

He tries to smile but is sure it comes out weak. This is different than an unexpected hug in the middle of a crowded control tower, but the same, and his heart is flailing helplessly in his chest, unsure whether to beat faster or not at all.

"Thanks," she says, with a deep honesty that floors him. Thanks for pulling her free from a crowded room of pompous inquisitors. Thanks for keeping them alive long enough to get them home. Thanks for not dying. Thanks for saving her life.

"It's nothing," he dismisses it, squeezing her hand.

She shakes her head. "It's not nothing, John. You should learn to take compliments."

"I can take compliments." It's criticism he usually has the most trouble with, actually, but then, he has more experience with that.

She shrugs and slips her hand free. He restrains the urge to grab it back, instead picking up his glass and swirling the ice cubes around.

"We should probably go back." She doesn't sound particularly enthusiastic about that idea.

It shouldn't annoy him, since it didn't actually take that much effort to extricate her from the party, but he still feels like he rescued her for nothing if she's going to go right back in there and fake laughter some more. "Make them wait a few more minutes."

She actually rolls her eyes, which tells him how tired she must be. He's growing convinced that she always has a biting remark on the tip of her tongue, but she's usually more careful to keep it to herself. "They do seem rather capable of carrying on their conversations without me."

John leans back in the chair, propping his feet on the polished briefing table, letting the alcohol and the company work through his bloodstream. This is nice. It's not Atlantis, not as strangely comfortable as their alien city has become, but it's really good to know that the feeling of camaraderie they have doesn't require that they be in the city itself.

When he looks up again, Elizabeth has mimicked his position, delicate heels on the table and a shared-secret smile on her face. She's holding the edge of her knee-length skirt in place with one hand, and he pretends he isn't specifically looking to check how much pantyhose-clad skin is visible.

"Thanks," she says again, maybe for enabling her to take a break from her obligations and relax, maybe just because.

This time he answers properly. "You're welcome."

He still can't quite wait to get back to Atlantis, but this isn't so bad.

*end*
 
 
feel: excitedexcited
hear: Ben Folds Five - "Kate"
 
 
 
tangerrine on July 29th, 2005 01:52 am (UTC)
Omg, YAY! Hand-holding! *squeee* So cute.

"That thing, you said you could help with... we, uh, need your help with that. Now."

So articulate, isn't he? *g*

And snarky McKay as a bonus! *loves*

Also-- have friended you, by the way. :)
A.j.: amusedaj on July 29th, 2005 02:23 am (UTC)
OMG. BEST ICON EVER.
(no subject) - tangerrine on July 29th, 2005 02:48 am (UTC) (Expand)
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qwirky on July 29th, 2005 01:57 am (UTC)
*snuggles* Sparky! Cute. *luffs*
Pooh: spaz (by grissom)mspooh on July 29th, 2005 01:58 am (UTC)
Rescue! A sober rescue! John in dress blues! And hand holding! And a stammering John! omg *loves*

He tries to smile but is sure it comes out weak. This is different than an unexpected hug in the middle of a crowded control tower, but the same, and his heart is flailing helplessly in his chest, unsure whether to beat faster or not at all.

*flails* *watches this scene in my head frame-by-frame* Hee!
Little Red: sga - sw incomplete - thetoofstermylittleredgirl on August 27th, 2005 08:41 pm (UTC)
OMG, I am a billion years late on comments. BUT YES, OMG. *wishes also that it were possible to freeze-frame fanfic*

They should do handholding. In two weeks. Yes. They should. OMG.
tarkheena lizzeeen: [SINFUL GIRLFRIEND LOVE]liminalliz on July 29th, 2005 02:13 am (UTC)
YesyesyesyesYES. Yes. Uh huh. Yup. Yes.


You are teh Queen of SPARKY!!!

*loves*
Little Red: sga - shep sin - goldie_galmylittleredgirl on August 27th, 2005 08:42 pm (UTC)
*gleeeeeeeeees*

YesyesyesyesYES

*loves reducing girlfriend to that* ;)
A.j.: atlantisaj on July 29th, 2005 02:30 am (UTC)
*loves you*

*loves Liz and John*

ACK! I'm back to envying your ability to make me flail and run around in giddy, giddy circles. *feels like someone who writes fic in purple crayon on big-lined paper*

*clings to them*
Little Red: sga - sw don't leave - jr_moonmylittleredgirl on August 27th, 2005 08:42 pm (UTC)
OMG NO. I was just thinking yesterday how much I miss and adore your Sparky!fic!! You let them have so much FUN. They totally need that. :)

Can we write fic in sidewalk chalk instead of crayon?
Your *Mom*'s A Cylon!: Lizzie (goldie_gal)astrum_presul on July 29th, 2005 02:40 am (UTC)
*squee* They are so cute, and they so want to be having sex. :)

*loves it*
Little Red: sga - sw not subtle - thefakeheadlinemylittleredgirl on August 27th, 2005 08:43 pm (UTC)
They always want to be having sex!
Abusus non tollit usum: Lizzie the Linguistlavidaessueno on July 29th, 2005 03:19 am (UTC)
Yay!
pellucid: Elizabeth (by riekchen)pellucid on July 29th, 2005 03:53 am (UTC)
Wheeeee!!!!!! Earth!fic with hand-holding and Elizabeth hounded by arrogant guys for MEEEEEE!!!!! *loves you like whoa*
Little Red: sga - lizzie temptress - goldie_galmylittleredgirl on August 27th, 2005 08:44 pm (UTC)
I take eight years to get back to you, but OMG, you are WELCOME! Thank you so much for the inspiration. :) I've been on a bit of an Earth!fic kink lately, and then there was "Intruder", and I just about died of gleee. *needs more of that*
if i could, i'd punch you into paralysis!: Lizzie's thinking (alina_kalime)grenadine on July 29th, 2005 04:17 am (UTC)
Yay, Sparky! And feet on the table and hand holding and escaping from crappy parties! *is dizzy from the awesome*
Little Red: sga - sw not subtle - thefakeheadlinemylittleredgirl on August 27th, 2005 08:44 pm (UTC)
*belated giggling at your cuteness*

Yay! John can chip away at Lizzie's professionalism until she puts her feet on the table, and then she can chip away at his issues until he LOVES HERRR. Wheee!
annaK: Shep/Weirannakarrennina on July 29th, 2005 04:29 am (UTC)
Squee!

*loves*
Phrenitis: it's in my smilephrenitis on July 29th, 2005 05:43 am (UTC)
Sparky! And omg Earth party!

And then the after party where they go to a corner bar and get drunk and tell dirty stories! Wait... *wibbles*

On the one hand, he doesn't think he'll ever get sick of being patted on the back and congratulated for bringing home his team -- he's spent most of his adult life being slapped down by the Air Force, and this is a welcome change. On the other hand... he doesn't entirely believe them. None of them seem to actually like him. Some of that might just be his own lingering issues, he doesn't deny that, but he also doesn't trust their political motivations.

*fangirls*

OMG you managed to add the whole John getting slack from bigwigs and knowing it yet not quite sure if it's his own paranoia getting in the way wonderful deliciousness and yay! *bounces*
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Fi: trustmuldy on July 29th, 2005 05:12 am (UTC)
OMG SO CUTE!

*squees and...then squees some more*

rogue equestrian: SGA:: Sparky hugelvinborn on July 29th, 2005 05:14 am (UTC)
while he would still call her being backed into a corner by three attention-hungry academics jeopardy, the rest of the world seems to call it a cocktail reception.
*snerk*

it still weirds him out a bit that McKay might be considered a Real Catch to any woman actually born on Earth.
omg I love you

Apparently he has fallen too far below their level of acceptable eloquence to even be considered a speaker of English.
*snork*

That feels just as much like home as the ever-present sound of water.
awwwwww

his heart is flailing helplessly in his chest, unsure whether to beat faster or not at all.
again with the Omg awwwww
*snuggles Sparky*
Little Red: sga - canadian man - elly427mylittleredgirl on August 27th, 2005 08:49 pm (UTC)
*many years late, omg*

it still weirds him out a bit that McKay might be considered a Real Catch to any woman actually born on Earth.
omg I love you


The best part of this all is that McKay really HAS had way more people crush on him than John has so far. SO FUNNEH.
רותם שחר (Ro): kiss shweirroothekittykat on July 29th, 2005 06:52 am (UTC)
supertotallywonderful! :D:D:D
I'm not very interestingastropoet on July 29th, 2005 01:07 pm (UTC)
Fabulous! I love your John Sheppard I just love him! I love melyanna's Sheppard because he's just so sweet and tender, but I love your Sheppard too, because he's all hot and sweetly horny for Elizabeth but hasn't quite admitted that he loves her to himself.

Little Red: sga - shep getting hot - jr_moonmylittleredgirl on August 27th, 2005 08:50 pm (UTC)
Heeee!

he's all hot and sweetly horny for Elizabeth but hasn't quite admitted that he loves her to himself.

Exactly!! Denial is often more fun than UST, at least for me. :)

Melyanna's Shep really *is* such a cute goober. Love him. My Shep needs to be shaken a bit more often, all "OMG. STOP BEING IN DENIAL." But still. ;)
nyuszi on July 29th, 2005 04:17 pm (UTC)
awwww... so prettiful... and your characterization is just brilliant. i can SO see them doing whatever you have them doing *hint hint*. ;)

thank you for sharing. ;)
Little Red: sga - shep sin - goldie_galmylittleredgirl on August 27th, 2005 08:53 pm (UTC)
Ahahahahaha. *giggles at your comment many months late* Clearly, there should be more closet!sex, then. :)