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12 October 2007 @ 10:34 pm
"On The Thirteenth Day Of Sparktoooober...."  
Remember that day when we first saw these images from "The Storm" and we had zero clue what the episode was about but everyone was really wet and attractive? That was A Good Day in fandom, as I recall. And I wrote fic based on what I thought might happen...

... and then finally finished it last night because peanutbutterer and havocthecat threatened legal action.

SEASON ONE 4eva!!

Title: "Water"
Rating: R
Summary: He almost lost her.
Important Note: This is not a post-ep to the aired episode "The Storm." So, no confusion. :)


John pushes her into the shower with their clothes still on. The Ancient shower turns on automatically, already temperature adjusted to something that Elizabeth must find normal on an ordinary day, but which feels scalding to John after two hours batting down the hatches in the driving storm outside. He hasn't been able to feel his fingers for at least half an hour, and now they're burning in the water like all the rest of his skin.

Elizabeth starts under the hot shower and he maneuvers her mostly out of the stream. She rests against the wall and he sags against her, chin on her shoulder, her frozen cheek against his and her teeth chattering in his ear. Icy water drips onto his skin from her hair as he leans a little closer against her, and he sends out a silent grateful prayer to the universe. His grandmother always said he'd find religion somewhere.

Thank God.

His hands are stiff as he fumbles with the collar of her jacket. Her skin is so cold that he has to force himself to breathe normally when he thinks about what almost happened.

She was almost gone. Just like that. He couldn't even hear the sound of her feet slipping with the churning water and wind. The ocean swells looked like things alive with his vision obscured by rain and the effort of not letting go.

Her hand comes up to grab his, keeping him from pushing the outer layer of soaked fabric from her shoulders. She should stop him. He shouldn't be here, in her quarters, in her bathroom, not when they're on duty or in the middle of the worst ocean storm they've seen here yet. It's reasonable after being outside in the driving rain and with the situation mostly under control that they abandon their posts to take hot showers. It's not reasonable that they take them together.

Her voice is hoarse from screaming in the wind. "John..."

He doesn't plan to kiss her, but finds his mouth at her collarbone as he pulls the jacket down her arms. He tries to toss the jacket out of the shower entirely but the weight of it pulls it down short of that with a slap of wet cloth. The feeling is slowly coming back into his hands and the heat of the shower on his bare arms and face feels more like a relief than a shock as his skin warms. Her lips are still a little blue over chattering teeth and all he wants to do is kiss her -- it scares him a little how badly he wants that. He peels her shirt from her waist and he doesn't know if it's exhaustion or sense that makes her hesitate before lifting her arms to let him take it off her.

Even her bra is soaked through, practical black fabric with an edge of lace clinging to her pale skin. It strikes him like a kick to the stomach how beautiful she is.

He can see the beginnings of dark lines across her ribs where she hit the edge of the balcony on her way down and angry marks on her arms from his fingers where he grabbed her and held on for dear life against the storm. God, she bruises easily, and that physical frailty in her makes his throat clench. He almost lost her. One second later on his instinctive grab for her and the wind would have ripped her away forever, just like that.

She's still shivering, even in the hot shower, and that gives him a real reason to get her out of her rainsoaked clothes.

He reaches for her bra.

Elizabeth stops him with a hand on his chest. Her fingers curl just a little into the wet cloth of his t-shirt. She frowns and looks torn for a moment, the great negotiator at a loss for the words to tell him off. He should give her a break and leave of his own accord. He blames the ice still left in his blood for his inability to move away.

"We're not drunk," she finally says.

They don't do this, not sober, not without an excuse. Every time they have sex it's because they've been drinking. They insist to themselves and each other that's the only reason why, even if they seek out each other unfailingly after the third drink, or the second, or the first. Even if, sometimes, he thinks they drink more than they want to on purpose. Even if they've never used the same excuse to go home with anyone else.

They're not drunk. The adrenaline and other emotions (he isn't going to say fear, but that's what he means) coursing through him has him feeling unbalanced like a drug, but they're not drunk.

"I know."

She nods, slightly, and gives him a look of sympathy and understanding and leftover fear of her own. She's the one who almost died, was almost tossed out into the churning seas by gale-force winds and a slipped handhold -- he can't be the only one here needing someone to cling to.

He takes off her bra, peels it from her arms, and realizes this is the first time he's undressed her in proper light. He can't think about it too much or he'll lose his nerve, and he needs this right now. It's a weakness, but for a few minutes he needs to pretend this is okay. If he can't touch her right now he feels like he will lose something, some measure of sanity, some part of himself that relies to a dangerous degree on having Elizabeth here waiting for him.

He doesn't have to touch her.

She touches him.

Her fingers, still cold, brush across his stomach and then tug at the hem of his soaked t-shirt.

John kisses her. Even though he's done it before, it feels like he has just let slip his handhold on that hurricane-swept balcony and he's waiting to see if she'll catch him.

Because they don't do this. They're needed in the control tower but that's pushed out of his head by the overwhelming need to be right here.

Elizabeth's arms wrap around his shoulders, and he feels a little weak with relief that she isn't pushing him away.

"I want you," she whispers. Her fingers dig into his shoulder blades with the frightening tenacity he felt on their clasped hands when he thought she was losing her grip. "John, please."

She never says please.

This isn't all that he wants, but this is what they have -- one minute and they've stripped down and kicked the piles of wet clothing away from the drains, and then she's braced against the ledge on the shower wall and holding him to her. Neither of them are really ready and she's cool and tight and shaking, and he groans into her neck on each thrust, growing harder inside her and wishing they were in her bed, that this were comforting and reconnecting and slow and sweet, but he can't stop moving, trying to get closer.

Elizabeth gasps for air between kisses. Her chest jerks against his with her sharp, silent sobs that John can't stop. He's at a loss for comforting words -- for words at all -- and can only try to keep her warm and alive, on solid ground.

When it's over, everything is still except hot water, beating down on them.

He finds words. "You're okay," he promises in her ear, to both of them.

She presses her cheek to his -- warmer now, thank God -- and then kisses him so gently it's almost like she didn't touch him at all.

The stillness, unfortunately, can't last. As his own body calms down, John can feel the vaguely sick sensation of the city sliding in and out of equilibirium on the roiling waves. Elizabeth pushes on his shoulder to separate them.

"We have to get back," she says. With her back to him, John can see even more signs of bruising from their fight against the hurricane. They'll both be sore in the morning.

That doesn't explain the strange hollow in his chest that started on the balcony and hasn't gone away.

"You can rest, Elizabeth," he tries. "It's just damage control now. I can page you if the situation changes."

She goes back to work anyway, of course. He would never expect anything different, not from her. As she gets dressed in dry clothes and hands him pants and a shirt that he must have left here once upon a time, he notices that she already seems to be back on top of everything, like she's already getting over it. Still, John feels strangely disappointed when they leave her quarters together, like he hasn't done enough.

He resolves that, until the current crisis is over, he's not going to let her out of his sight.

- end -

p.s. It's also 1013, and I dreamed about X-Files! YAY.
 
 
 
 
 
Jo. R: SGA SW John - good to hear voicedriftingatdusk on October 13th, 2007 05:49 pm (UTC)
Gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous.

then kisses him so gently it's almost like she didn't touch him at all.

I love that line - I love that in the midst of the raw emotions and desperation, there's always that underlying note of tenderness that comes to the fore when it's (almost) all over.

*loves*
Little Red: sga - sw do sex - unrehearsed_mylittleredgirl on October 13th, 2007 06:42 pm (UTC)
I love love love how we used to think they were just deluding themselves about having "casual sex" because they're so sekritly emotionally codependent. OMG. Good times.

Season one for the win.
entertaining in a disturbing way: Liz like thatlyssie on October 13th, 2007 06:20 pm (UTC)
I DO REMEMBER. I also remember thinking it meant they got interrupted having sex in the shower, and EVERYONE KNEW already, by then.

*gleeful*

PORN!
Little Red: sga - sw want - magnavox_23mylittleredgirl on October 13th, 2007 08:06 pm (UTC)
That was TOTALLY the reason! And we were all so shocked that our Dreams Were Coming Trooooo so fast on the show, right? *love*
Havoc: lizzie/john desk sittinghavocthecat on October 13th, 2007 06:34 pm (UTC)
See? See? New Sparky icon!
Just for you. And because it's so pretty. Lizzie only lets John sit on her desk. Imagine the look Rodney would get if he tried it!

I'm so glad you finished this. For one, it's an awesome spec of The Storm/The Eye. For another, shower!sex! And also because you have such an amazing handle on their characters and their interactions. I love that.
Little Red: sga - sw want - magnavox_23mylittleredgirl on October 13th, 2007 06:47 pm (UTC)
Re: See? See? New Sparky icon!
*squeees like mad*

I'm so glad I finiiiiished it, because I've had most of it languishing on my hard drive for years and I keep reading it and liking bits of it and now it can get OFF MY TO-DO LIST four years later. YAY! :)

I also love realizing that my writing and characterization have changed almost not at all in the past 4 years. LOL.

*hugs you*

OMG, I love your icon! Where did you get it? *needs new icons now too omg*
Havoc: lizzie remember mehavocthecat on October 13th, 2007 07:09 pm (UTC)
Re: See? See? New Sparky icon!
*uses different new icon just because*

OMG, this fic is just YES, so wonderful, and I am SO GLAD we get to see it, because, dude, LIZZIE AND JOHN. And I love seeing the close emotional bond they have.

The icon is by myownmorning. I saved a bunch of her stuff to a folder because the icons are so pretty. There's a great pissed!Radek one from Critical Mass that I'd upload if I didn't already have so many cranky icons.
Little Red: sga - SINFUL Lizzie! - liminallizmylittleredgirl on October 13th, 2007 08:08 pm (UTC)
Re: See? See? New Sparky icon!
It might be my monitor but that icon seriously looks like a hologram somehow. I'm moving my head back and forth right now to see if it becomes 3D.

YES! We need a serious LIZZIE REVIVAL, because Elizabeth is just too darned responsible to get drunk all the time and make time with her military commander. ;)
A.j.: atlantisaj on October 13th, 2007 08:32 pm (UTC)
Re: See? See? New Sparky icon!
Lizzie, on the other hand, does occasional inappropriate touching under the briefing table, is the terror of the pudding circuit, and can drink Ronon under a table with ease.

LIZZIE!!!
Little Red: sga - pwnd! - A.j.mylittleredgirl on October 13th, 2007 10:08 pm (UTC)
Re: See? See? New Sparky icon!
*faints with joy*

OMG LIZZIE I MISSED YOU SOOOOOO!!!!
Havoc: lizzie close-uphavocthecat on October 13th, 2007 08:35 pm (UTC)
Re: See? See? New Sparky icon!
Yes. Oh, yes. See, when she lets herself be Lizzie (under the guise of being Elizabeth, because God forbid anyone see through her emotional walls, except for that part where she has people who do see through them, but let her keep them up, because they understand she needs them, like, say, John) she can do things like that.
miera_c: always lookingmiera_c on October 13th, 2007 06:35 pm (UTC)
If not for the "If you hurt her..." and the "Are you OK?" and the hand-holding bits, I'd say this was better than the actual episode.

I need to look in my abandoned folder for any S1 related fic.
Little Red: sga - alcohol porn - nostalgiamylittleredgirl on October 13th, 2007 08:10 pm (UTC)
I loooove that episode. I need to watch it again! It is so much <3.

(I also have an unfinished fic written after "The Storm" but before "The Eye." There were showers involved in that too, if I recall, but DAMN, "the eye" just pwnzed anything I could possibly have come up with on my own.)

TOTALLY!!! It's Season One amnesty month. Release the fic! :)
A.j.aj on October 13th, 2007 06:36 pm (UTC)
!!!
YOU WROTE JOHN AND LIZZIE!

Eeee! I remember the discussions of interrupted porn or incited porn! And them being all wet and standing on top of each other in the control room! And eeeeeeee!!! The fanon shower shelves!

Damn, I miss staying up until 3am geeking out with you. OH, JOHN. OH, LIZZIE. OH, SPARKY.
Little Red: sga - pwnd! - A.j.mylittleredgirl on October 13th, 2007 08:11 pm (UTC)
Re: !!!
Oh my god, we were such delightfully ridiculous nerds!!!! It was so grand. :)

So much porn! And fanon shelves! And silliness! And lengthy discussion of imaginary SG-14 'ships! OH, SG-14.
A.j.: amusedaj on October 13th, 2007 08:30 pm (UTC)
Re: !!!
We WERE.

All I have to say: Jonas and his campfire songs. Walsh! Hailey! Their thoroughly silly love! OH, SG-14!!!
Little Red: sga - sw happiness - jeepnymylittleredgirl on October 13th, 2007 10:34 pm (UTC)
Re: !!!
We really need to look through our records and find out who was in charge of SG-14! (Was it Colonel Griff?) ALSO, was there totally Grogan involved??? Because I was so madly in love with him and how he got shot all the time! <3 <3 <3

Haley and Walsh had the most delightfully silly love!! OTP! OTP!
NEXT TIME I'M IN CHURCH, PLEASE NO PHOTOS: sga: not making this updaygloparker on October 13th, 2007 08:57 pm (UTC)
I MISS THEM SO MUCH, and this is exactly why. I think my ridiculous glee re: those pics was topped only by the time we all discovered the ones from the cafeteria scene in That One On The Prometheus (JESUS GOD IT WAS GLORIOUS).

SPARKY PORN!
Little Red: sga - pwnd! - A.j.mylittleredgirl on October 13th, 2007 10:10 pm (UTC)
Re: See? See? New Sparky icon!
OH GOD, THE TABLE OF INIQUITY WAS TOTALLY FOR REALS.

I loved that too. Oh, for real. Good days. *rolls around in memories*
NEXT TIME I'M IN CHURCH, PLEASE NO PHOTOSdaygloparker on October 13th, 2007 10:14 pm (UTC)
I REMEMBER THAT I FOUND THEM WHILE AT WORK, AND HAD TO SILENTLY SQUEE AT MY DESK WHILE MY BOSSES WANDERED BACK AND FORTH, CONCERNED THAT THAT TEMP GIRL WAS CONVULSING OR SOMETHING
Little Red: sga - sparky revolution - lyssiemylittleredgirl on October 13th, 2007 10:32 pm (UTC)
OH MY GOD THAT IS THE GREATEST STORY EVER WHICH YOU WILL ALWAYS REMEMBER AS THE PIVOTAL SPARKY MOMENT OF JOY!

HEEEE.
NEXT TIME I'M IN CHURCH, PLEASE NO PHOTOSdaygloparker on October 13th, 2007 10:39 pm (UTC)
Between this and my discovery from the newest Atlantis ep, I am swimming in vintage Stargate love.

I FEEL LIKE I SHOULD WRITE SOMETHING OR SOMETHING
Little Red: sga - sw do sex - unrehearsed_mylittleredgirl on October 13th, 2007 10:41 pm (UTC)
YOU TOTALLY SHOULD RIGHT NOW, OMG YAY!!
Nike: Poutnikej on October 13th, 2007 08:57 pm (UTC)
OMG, between rediscovering Dan/Jan fic and your Sparky amnesty I am experiencing all kinds of revived gleeeee today! Oh, season one John and Lizzie, how I love thee!
Little Red: sga - sparky revolution - lyssiemylittleredgirl on October 13th, 2007 10:11 pm (UTC)
Gleeee revivaaaaal!!

I love Shep and Lizzie. LOVE. And I have been distracted by my Shep/Lizzie love from my John/Elizabeth love, but really, there is room for BOTH.

OMG, I love fanon. It is the greatest thing ever.
peanutbutterer: Elizabeth woobiepeanutbutterer on October 13th, 2007 10:03 pm (UTC)
Elizabeth gasps for air between kisses. Her chest jerks against his with her sharp, silent sobs that John can't stop. He's at a loss for comforting words -- for words at all -- and can only try to keep her warm and alive, on solid ground.

Broken!Lizzie and scared!Shep and shower sex!!! All of the vulnerable and exposed is TEARING AT MY SOUL. And yet, I love it so.

See, Liz? See how you want to sex him even when you're sober? YOU ARE IN LOVE!
Little Red: sga - sparky revolution - lyssiemylittleredgirl on October 13th, 2007 10:31 pm (UTC)
Your comment is making me flail and collapse with joy, omg. OMG. o.m.g.

This is totally my Shep and Lizzie right here. Happy fun times until it's not so fun, then some clinging, then happy-fun-with-a-bit-of-mocking, and always a little quiet and cuddly after sex (though they'd never admit that to anyone).

IN LOOOOOOOOOVE!!!

OMFG. I love season one fanon. I might live here forevahhhhh.
peanutbutterer: *clings*peanutbutterer on October 13th, 2007 10:49 pm (UTC)
Take me with you!
Andy: ncc_squeeankareeda on October 13th, 2007 11:24 pm (UTC)
*squee* *dies* *fails* *hyperventilates* *gasp* *gleeeeeeeeeeeee* *wheeeeeeeeeeee*

AMAZING and how they're in love! ♥

*squeeeees around*
hollysamanthahollysamantha on October 14th, 2007 10:15 am (UTC)
*sigh*

this totally makes me miss all the old season 1 stuff. *cries*

I really loved this!
nhawknhawk on October 14th, 2007 10:29 am (UTC)
I love, love, LOVE this fic. You really do write John/lizabeth like no one else. I read through some of your old fic last night in a fit of nostalgia and was filled with GLEE! You are wonderful. :)

I do remember the day we saw the Storm/Eye pics. And the day of the Prometheus/table pics. Oh, good times. *clings*

I love everyone's comments here. It's like group therapy for all of us who have gone through the trauma of Adrift/Lifeline. *hugs you all*
Lindsay: Bones - just breathebabylil on October 14th, 2007 07:03 pm (UTC)
Oh, lovely! *loves*
KatetheGaterkatethegater on October 14th, 2007 08:01 pm (UTC)
Lovin' it!

You should be threatened with legal action more often!
Tammy - never give up, never surrender: BSG - Boomer Forget - base chiroho - besbesyd on October 15th, 2007 03:31 pm (UTC)
Yum!
rogue equestrian: SGA:: Sparky Something Specialelvinborn on October 16th, 2007 01:41 pm (UTC)
*pause for mental regrouping because guuuh*

I miss season one fun. and this is awesome.
then kisses him so gently it's almost like she didn't touch him at all.
I love that. it's so sweet mixed in with all that need and want and fear and hotness.