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14 September 2005 @ 02:58 pm
fic! post-ep to "Conversion"  
Title: "Chord Progression"
Rating: PG
Category: John/Elizabeth friendship/UST.
Spoilers: "Conversion"
Summary: "... then you can start to make it better."
Dedication: phrenitis. Yes, we're at a total 180 from the rest of fandom this week, but it's nice here and we have cookies.
Status: I'm too tired to even ask for a beta, so take that as you will. (But spell-checked! Promise!)


John Sheppard had his tonsils out when he was eight years old. After surgery and one night in the hospital, his father took him home for a week.

John doesn't remember the specific reasons why the responsibility fell to the father he barely saw to take care of him, but there were probably practical reasons involving his mother's work and his beloved grandparents' own fading health. The only reason he remembers actually hearing was, in his father's words, "It'll give us some time together, Johnny."

He remembers it being awkward. There were framed pictures of him on the walls, but the most recent one was still three years old. His father's apartment in the city clearly wasn't set up for children, and being physically sick made John more prone to homesickness than usual. He did his best to put on a brave face -- stubborn and independent even at eight years old -- and was both surprised and disappointed when his father fell for it so easily.

They didn't have a lot to talk about. John watched TV in the afternoons and listened to his dad's old records the rest of the time, over and over again.

Whenever he lands himself in the infirmary now, John always gets the Beatles stuck in his head.

After what they're calling the Iratus bug incident, John spends two and a half weeks in the infirmary humming Hey Jude. (It's the second Iratus bug incident, really, but John suspects he'll always be able to tell which one people are referring to by whether or not they can look him in the eye as they say it.) His team hovers around him quite a bit the first few days, but their visits become sporadic as they get involved in other projects and start going off-world with other teams.

Elizabeth comes by every night, usually just as he's falling asleep, to check on his progress and on his state of mind. They play a few games of cards as his cognitive functions return enough to handle it -- he jokes about working his way back up to chess -- but most days she arrives just as the sedatives are kicking in for the night and it's all he can do to greet her before he drops off.

It takes a few days for him to even realize that she is coming to see him, with the heavy sedatives and, well, a half-insectoid brain. "She shouldn't," he rasps at Carson, unable to coherently argue how he both doesn't need to burden her just for company and how he doesn't really want her seeing him like this any more than she already has.

Carson only says, "Good luck trying to get her to stop."

He doesn't try. He finds himself staying awake as long as possible through the sedatives, too, just to wait for her if she's running late.

He thinks of tonsillitis again when he's about to be finally discharged, briefly remembering how his father met him with a suitcase, and John is surprised as hell when Elizabeth turns up to walk him home.

"Isn't it a little early for your regular house call?"

She shrugs. "I needed a break anyway."

His eyes slide away from hers when the caring expression on her face, even couched in casual banter, starts to be too much for him. In a way, he prefers the wary expressions of most of the others, because they match so much better what he feels. He knows without Elizabeth repeating it (again) that none of what happened was his fault, but that isn't quite enough to totally absolve him. Carson claims he's back to normal, but John thinks it'll be a while before he feels completely like himself again.

Elizabeth glares down the questioning looks and slight side-steps of the people they encounter and, as much as he might deserve the cautious and doubting behavior of the other citizens of Atlantis, it feels really, really nice to know that someone has his back in this.

It shouldn't feel nice. It should worry the hell out of him, because Elizabeth put her life in danger by facing him so confidently when his DNA was being rewritten and he was totally out of control. They will have to have that conversation -- he'd be remiss as her military commander if he didn't take that step to ensure her future safety -- but he needs to sit with it for a while first.

He never thought that anyone would stand by him through something like that.

"You're quiet," Elizabeth observes. "Are you sure you're okay?"

John shrugs and quotes Carson. "100% John Sheppard."

"That's not an answer," she points out, and it scares the hell out of him that she knows that.

His quarters, when they reach them, are a total mess.

"My God-" she says, and then turns to him with a face full of guilt. "I'm sorry, John. I didn't think-"

"It's okay," he assures her, though the sight of his things thrown around is tangible proof that he really did do everything he remembers -- probably more than he remembers -- and he feels a bit sick. "Not really your responsibility to clean this up."

Elizabeth's expression molds into a determined frown. "It's not yours, either."

John surveys the damage. A few things are broken, smashed against the wall with the uncontrollable fits of rage he wishes he didn't remember, but it's mostly just messy. "It's not so bad," he says, forcing a cheerful smile to his face. "Haven't really had the chance to redecorate since we got back from Earth-"

Elizabeth cuts off his bravado by picking something up off the ground and handing it to him. "Come on. I'll help."

He takes the item -- a picture of him and his grandfather, thankfully framed in plastic instead of glass -- and sets it on his nightstand. His first instinct is to push her as far away as possible from this evidence of what a monster he was for a few weeks, to stew over it by himself, but it's not like she doesn't already know. She saw that monster up close and personal, and somehow, she's still here. And really, if he doesn't have to be, he doesn't want to be alone with this yet.

One brief moment of tactical analysis later, he decides, "Let's start with the furniture."

She helps him shove the bed back into position, but lets him take care of the more intimate action of stripping it and putting on new sheets while she reassembles his bookshelf.

She finds War and Peace behind his dresser, of all places. He vaguely remembers hurling it at the wall.

"Could've used that in the infirmary," he points out -- though, in truth, for at least half his medical incarceration he wouldn't have been able to read anyway.

"You should've asked me to get it for you," she chastises gently, paging through the hardbound copy and pausing when she reaches a certain point. He glances over at the silence and sees her fingering a handful of torn pages, her face full of the deep concern he remembers from the last few times they were alone in this room.

She shuts the book when she notices him watching. "I always thought this book was too long, anyway." It's her bedside-manner voice, artifically put-on cheerfulness that should grate, maybe, but doesn't.

"Elizabeth." He wasn't planning to say it yet, but it spills out anyway. "I have to thank you."

She purses her lips. "No, you don't, John."

"You shouldn't have put yourself in danger like that." His words come out with more force than he intends, and it makes him wince. She doesn't look scared of him, but he can't help feeling like she should be. And Teyla... he definitely has to apologize to her and hope she can still work with him. This is one hell of a mess. He really hates those bugs. He pushes on, "I could have killed you, and you know it."

Elizabeth swallows hard. "That wasn't you, John."

He can't explain it. There was less and less of him mixed in there as time went along, but he still remembers it like it was him. He picks up a handful of clothes spilling from a broken dresser drawer, and then drops them back on the floor. "That's not my point. You came in here without an escort, without a weapon-"

Elizabeth touches his arm and he jumps at the contact. Outside of medical personnel, no one has touched him since he's been... human again. She pulls her hand back, but doesn't apologize. "I couldn't let you go through that alone, John. No one should have to do that."

His heart constricts sharply at that, and he has to look away and find something else to take his attention. He doesn't know how to thank her for that.

He didn't expect it. In some way he hated that his teammates -- far more capable of defending themselves if the need arose -- didn't even try to face him as he transformed into something horrible, but he didn't expect any different.

But Elizabeth stood by him, in all possible senses. He doesn't know how to accept her surprising loyalty without becoming attached to it. He matters more to her than just a military commander, and that's waking up feelings in him that he doesn't know what to do with. If he does something in the future that makes her turn away...

"Do you play?" Elizabeth holds up his guitar and breaks his train of thought with a lighthearted question, and John is almost as grateful for that as he is for everything else she has done for him.

He can feel his ears getting warmer. "No."

She smiles, confused. "You brought it all the way out here, but you don't even play it?"

John shrugs. "My grandfather used to play." He has no idea how she can treat him like everything's normal after he transformed and threatened her and almost choked her to death inside this bedroom, but he's grateful as hell that she can. "I figured this is as good a place as any to learn."

Elizabeth strums her fingers over the strings. "Needs to be tuned."

"You play?"

"Oh, no. My brothers both play really badly -- they thought it would help them meet girls."

John snorts out a laugh. "That's exactly what my grandfather said."

She grins the rare smile that always makes him feel like everything is better. "I learned to pluck out a few Beatles songs when I was in high school, but quickly decided there was no hope for me."

John thinks of the records spinning in his father's apartment during his first major convalescence at eight years old and the songs forever associated in his mind with comfort in strange places. "Play something."

She raises an eyebrow at him and then sets his guitar down against the wall. "Not a chance. I think Major Lorne plays, though. Someone was saying that he was playing in the mess hall late last night. You should ask him for lessons."

"Maybe I will." He goes back to folding clothes, glancing behind him occasionally to watch her pick his things off the floor. He really hasn't shown anyone on Atlantis his stash of personal effects before, but after the past few weeks, he really doesn't mind that she's seeing them.

It doesn't take too long to put his quarters back in order. He'll have to requisition a new lamp and do something about the two broken drawers in his dresser, but on the whole, the damage is minimal.

"Good as new," she announces as she shelves the last wayward book.

"Yeah." He'll probably still feel a bit strange in here for a while, but it's really good to have it clean. Elizabeth placed everything back in a slightly different order, but he thinks he might prefer it that way.

"You don't have to rush back to duty, John," she says, seamlessly transitioning to business mode. "If you want time to integrate this-"

"I don't," he answers immediately. That's not something he really has to think about. He's been alone with this, with nothing to do but 'integrate,' for too long already. "Beckett says I've still got a few weeks before he'll let me back off-world, but..."

She nods. "Okay. Light duty, then?"

It's a compromise he can live with. He'll need to build his strength back up and, as forgiving as Elizabeth has been, he suspects there might be a bit more team-building necessary before the rest of Atlantis will follow him into combat.

"I really do want to thank you," he says before she can go. He's still not sure how to say what he's feeling, or even how much of it he wants to say, but she deserves something. Deserves a lot. "I know I wasn't exactly the best patient, but..."

She smiles and walks over to him to cover his hand with hers. Her fingers are warm, and his heart begins to race in his chest until he's afraid she'll hear it.

"I'm just glad you're okay," she assures him.

He tries for his usual smirk, but can feel it falter midway. "Me too." He thinks he's going to miss her nightly visits for cards and woozy conversation now that he's no longer in the infirmary.

Elizabeth heads for the door. "Come and see me in my office after you've settled in," she orders, "but take your time."

After she leaves, John does his best to settle in. His quarters don't feel like his -- his body doesn't feel like his -- and light duty will only distract him so much. This is going to take more than a little getting used to.

The next time he can't sleep, he digs out his laptop, connects to the Atlantis network of digital entertainment in search of Beatles music, and sets it to loop all night.

He drifts in and out to the familiar tunes, dreaming of Earth and Atlantis and of Elizabeth at his infirmary bedside every night, telling him that he will be okay.

He's not, not yet, but he can see how he will be.


Author's Note: I realize there have been like eighty post-eps to "Conversion" posted already, so forgive me for posting number eighty-one. This was an iTunes challenge fic (flip iTunes on random and write fic inspired by the first song or two... you get the idea). Songs: "Hey Jude" and "Help!" Written to those and other Beatles songs, which has reminded me that the Beatles are omgthebestshippymusicevarrrr, so, er, you might be getting Beatles-inspired fic for a while. *obsesses* I've got all my Beatles music on cassette except for the "One" compilation, so anyone who wants to feed my obsession with mp3s will be much loved forever for feeding the addiction. Also inspired by comment-spam with phrenitis and how I just can't take Sheppard's guitar seriously. :)
feel: okayokay
hear: "Hey Jude" - Beatles
Jo. R: TH Weir the leader by ladyirethdriftingatdusk on September 14th, 2005 07:17 pm (UTC)
*squeeeeeee* That was a perfect post-ep story and I really loved the inclusion of the insight into John's past - really wish they'd delve into that some more on the show. Anyway, thank you muchly for sharing. *adds to memories/Atlantis recs*
Little Red: sga - shep would-be hero - ethelineshermmylittleredgirl on September 14th, 2005 07:38 pm (UTC)
Awww, thank you! :) *gleees*

I'm so very happy that they haven't delved into it more in the show, just because it lets us play with it in fandom and take it in a bunch of different directions. *selfish* But I definitely was all over it when they showed a picture of what was probably John's grandfather in his quarters in "Conversion" (and that being the only obvious picture...). I just can't quite part with the idea that his past is less dramatic than the average TV hero's, if still a bit depressing and estranged. ;) But I'm sure I'll go nuts with whatever backstory they give me, after I'm done whining about it. :)
Lytalytarules on September 14th, 2005 07:23 pm (UTC)
Loved it, Red!
Little Red: sga - sw lost without - ethelineshermanmylittleredgirl on September 14th, 2005 07:33 pm (UTC)
Yay! Thanks! :)
Christidaisycm83 on September 14th, 2005 07:25 pm (UTC)
There may be eighty post "Conversion" fics out there, but only this one is a Little Red post "Conversion" fic, making it lovely and special.

In some way he hated that his teammates -- far more capable of defending themselves if the need arose -- didn't even try to face him as he transformed into something horrible, but he didn't expect any different.

But Elizabeth stood by him, in all possible senses. He doesn't know how to accept her surprising loyalty without becoming attached to it.

This is exactly what struck me about this episode, but I couldn't put it into words. How do you do that so well?

I haven't the slightest idea, but it's wonderful.

On a sidenote, I have Beatles mp3s. I can email you some if you like.
Little Red: sga - love of a hero - lizmylittleredgirl on September 14th, 2005 07:48 pm (UTC)
Awwwwww. *cuddles you like mad* SPDF! SPDF forever!

This is exactly what struck me about this episode, but I couldn't put it into words. How do you do that so well?

*flails* YAY! I'm glad it's not just me. And believe me, I wrangled with this for a long time in an attempt to make it un-sappy. It's a challenge, yo, because I am sappy as hell about this episode. :)

Beatles! Please! *puppy eyes of cuteness* I live at mylittleredgirl (at) gmail (dot) com.
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I joined the Rebel Alliance ironically: john/elizabeth otpmorwen_peredhil on September 14th, 2005 07:28 pm (UTC)
Aww. Very nice "Conversion" tag.

Poor John. He doesn't know that Elizabeth thinks he's hot even when he's violent and turning into a blue bug. Or maybe that's just me. ;)
Little Red: sga - sw return to me - ethelineshermanmylittleredgirl on September 14th, 2005 07:32 pm (UTC)
Thank you! YAYYYY. I was worried people wouldn't like it, as all the other fics have been about him apologizing and... er... I don't know, it didn't sit right with me. I think he needs to thank her more than apologize, you know? Anyway.

I somehow think Elizabeth was too concerned that he'd never get un-blue to find him hot, really, so it might be just you and the other fangirls ;) *loves*

I'm not sure how much John gets at this point about Elizabeth's feelings for him. I kind of think that even if she laid it out for him, he'd still doubt her.
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Little Red: sga - atlanteans arts & craftsmylittleredgirl on September 14th, 2005 07:30 pm (UTC)
OMG medie, I can't even express to you how badly you need to see this episode. *flails* I know you're on The Evil Dialup and stuff, but if I manage to find a non-bittorrent copy, could you download and play it?

*blushes and twitters* It gives me so much gleeee that you like my fic whenyouaresocool. Wheee!! Thank you. :)

And John totally does have a stash of items. WTF. There was a GUITAR in his quarters in this episode for no reason at all.
if i could, i'd punch you into paralysis!: SGA-John/Liz (daygloparker)grenadine on September 14th, 2005 07:41 pm (UTC)
OMG, thaaank you for posting this, as I am having a Bad Day and this is so very, very awesome.
Little Red: sga - sw rock - ethelineshermanmylittleredgirl on September 14th, 2005 07:42 pm (UTC)
*hugs you* I'm so sad you're having a Terrible Horrible No Good Very Bad Day!! *hugs you more*

delgaserasca on September 14th, 2005 07:44 pm (UTC)
You know, I haven't seen any of S2 but this fic is still excellent. I love how you get their banter spot-on. The guitar was a nice touch, too. Such a random John-thing.
Little Red: sga - sw don't leave - jr_moonmylittleredgirl on September 14th, 2005 07:49 pm (UTC)
*snerk* The guitar was definitely not my idea. There was one in his quarters during "Conversion," and I just can't get over how random and bizarre it is. :) Thank you so much! I'm glad you thought the banter worked... I worry about getting too sappy in fics like this. Yay!

*obsesses madly over Sparky*
nhawk: lantis - j/e - silencenhawk on September 14th, 2005 07:55 pm (UTC)
Love, love. I could picture all of this. I loved that he thanked her and it meant so much to him that she stuck by him during it all. And I think he totally would be freaked that she risked her life by visiting him alone in his room, and he would definitely want to talk to her about that. *squishes them*

Thank you. :)
nhawk: lantis - shep - a little bit brokennhawk on September 14th, 2005 08:02 pm (UTC)
p.s. poor ickle John feeling homesick at his Dad's place and not letting it show. eep.
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Pooh: SGA - Sparky smitten pride (by boutondormspooh on September 14th, 2005 07:57 pm (UTC)

I had more to say, but by the time I got to the end, it was mostly just the SQUEE. Maybe I'll be more coherent later. Maybe.
Little Red: sga - sw not subtle - thefakeheadlinemylittleredgirl on September 14th, 2005 08:32 pm (UTC)
*dies of squeee at icon*

Bwahahaaha, squeee does tend to override coherent thought. :) Thanks! I'm glad it was squeeeful enough for you. :)
A.j.: atlantisaj on September 14th, 2005 07:59 pm (UTC)
Honey, I like this. I like it because it's not all "OMG WE IN LUV YAY SEXX0rs11!" We rarely get quiet, introspective John in this corner of fandom, but this is lovely.

And dude. I SO wanted to see his apology for slamming her up against a wall. Cuz. Aaaaaaaack! LIZZIE!!

Damn, I need to rewatch that ep. *pokes* Can we watch it together some day?
Little Red: sga - sw forgive me - phrenitismylittleredgirl on September 14th, 2005 08:37 pm (UTC)
Re: Aww..
I SO wanted to see his apology for slamming her up against a wall. Cuz. Aaaaaaaack! LIZZIE!!

AHA! See, this is where I'm at a 180 from the rest of fandom. All the other Sparky post-ep fics have been about that, and... I don't really want to see him apologize in a big emotional way. I'm not convinced he really needs to. I really think he needs to thank her. (And, you know, tell her not to be stupid like that again.)

Of course, now that I've written this, I'm thinking well, okay, maybe he would want to apologize to her...

But really, that incident was her fault much more than his, because she shouldn't have put herself in that position and he was NOT HIMSELF at all by that point. I just... *flails* I don't feel like that moment is the central focus of his no-doubt crazy emotional state after this episode. But now! Changing mind! ACK! YOU HAVE MADE ME THINK. *mutters* :)

OMG BEST EPISODE EVARRRR. Yes! We totally need to watch it together sometime. My brain is tired and nonfocusy, but as soon as that changes, I am all yours! :) SQUEEEEEEEE.
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lilwitchy on September 14th, 2005 08:17 pm (UTC)
Sooooooooo good. *loves*
Little Red: sga - sw forgive me - phrenitismylittleredgirl on September 14th, 2005 08:27 pm (UTC)
Awww, yay!! I really loved yours, too, but I think I read it late at night and am not sure if I properly fed it back. (Possibly not at all, eep!) But omg, I liked it a lot. :)
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miera_c: puppymiera_c on September 14th, 2005 08:33 pm (UTC)
yes, there's been 80 post-eps for this, but this is the best one. Seriously.

I loved that they were both still them in this story. John was stoic and trying to hide his complete freak-out, Elizabeth was still saying awkward things but doing all the right things, like walking alongside him to his quarters.

I loved that he thanked her. I'm sure they covered the apology part ad nauseum while he was in the infirmary. I especially loved this: He doesn't know how to accept her surprising loyalty without becoming attached to it. It acknowledges that there is *something* between them without making it into anything particular. Possibilities are open. So very cool. :)

you really need to cross-post this to lostcityfound. Please? *puppyface* see? even John is giving you the puppy face!
Little Red: sga - shep would-be hero - ethelineshermmylittleredgirl on September 14th, 2005 08:58 pm (UTC)
eeee! *flails with gleee*

I loved that they were both still them in this story. John was stoic and trying to hide his complete freak-out, Elizabeth was still saying awkward things but doing all the right things, like walking alongside him to his quarters.

Yayyyyy, I'm so glad it worked. I worried about the line of sappiness I was riding a bit, because OF COURSE I, like all the 'shippers, have a sekrit desire for him to confess true love or something in post-ep fic. ;) But that might have to be a different fanfic. ;)

I am a bit at odds with the rest of fandom on the apology thing, because... er... yeah. I don't know. I don't see the fact that he attacked her being as big of a deal as the fact that she stayed with him. On some level, though, it HAS to be a big deal, so I'll have to fuss around with that in my brain a bit more because, omg, she has a fundamental belief that he can't hurt her. And, weirdly, she's not totally wrong. He knocked the security detail out, and he could have *killed* her and he didn't.

It acknowledges that there is *something* between them without making it into anything particular. Possibilities are open. So very cool. :)

I'm such a big sucker for that. If they ever made it canon UST lurve on the show, I would be disappointed. Because... I think the fact that she cares about him that much is a Big Huge Deal in Shep!world whether or not there's romantic intent, you know? It's the old Star Trek: TNG thing of the crew being family. :)

Eee! Right! I was supposed to crosspost my last thing, too, but am a bad human. I will join and post once my brain starts to function again. Hopefully by the end of today? *loves you madly for asking* Your icon really is impossible to resist.
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Annie: Atlantisraisintorte on September 14th, 2005 09:13 pm (UTC)
Very enjoyable. :-) Elizabeth and John needed more closure at the end of conversion and this is perfect.
Little Red: sga - sw lost without - ethelineshermanmylittleredgirl on September 15th, 2005 12:18 am (UTC)
I'm glad that John got the closure scene with Teyla, though, both because it was more necessary and because... er... it works best in a Sheppard/Weir 'shippy way (because any thank-you or I'm-sorry would probably have worked as inadequate for us, and because it didn't leave the Sheppard/Teyla interaction up in the air for post-eps). *evilly twists everything, yay!*

I'm so glad you enjoyed it! :)
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Melody: ShepWeirSoObviouspellmelody on September 14th, 2005 09:48 pm (UTC)
I'm starting to run out of ways to tell you how much your writing rocks. You don't need a beta. :)

Most of what could be called "song fics" tend to annoy me, but what makes this feel genuine and uncontrived is that it has heart, and it's "heart" relates back to moments that are a comfort to John. However, it's not sappy. You don't overwhelm it with lyrics or sentimentality. It's rather gentle, in fact, and shows, yet again, like from the very first Shep/Weir story you wrote...the very first anyone wrote...that you have such a solid grasp of them.

In some way he hated that his teammates -- far more capable of defending themselves if the need arose -- didn't even try to face him as he transformed into something horrible, but he didn't expect any different.

Holy crap. WHY didn't I even consider this? I read this line and slapped my forehead. It's the truth. It's SOOO the truth!! This actually just brought the episode into focus for me. This is the true nature of John and Elizabeth and, especially, her feelings for him. She's with him even when no one else is. I wondered why McKay, Ronon and Teyla opted to stay by John's bedside after Beckett declared him on the mend. They stayed when it was safe...and maybe out of guilt too.
Little Red: sga - sw rock - ethelineshermanmylittleredgirl on September 15th, 2005 12:31 am (UTC)
Re: Wow.
Eeee! *squeees* Your feedback always makes me so happy. *bounces around all giddy*

Most of what could be called "song fics" tend to annoy me

I agree... but I have a bit of a double-standard. I actually wouldn't consider this a song-fic because I always defined those as having lyrics embedded in them somewhere. But the double-standard part kicks in about what song/artist is being used or referred to. I tend to be totally okay about "oldies" music, because then it's both not trendy and it's believable that the characters would actually be very familiar with it. There's nothing I hate more than some fic writer assuming that John Sheppard would totally have the lyrics of the latest Evanescence album memorized.

But eeeeeee at the rest of your paragraph. I'm so glad it worked!

WHY didn't I even consider this?

I didn't really consider it until I was writing this. :) So you're off the hook!

However, I must now defend John's team, in spite of what I wrote that John felt about it. Yeah, even though they were going off-world, they could have come to see him in between. However... if we go one by one, McKay wouldn't do it. He wouldn't be comfortable enough to be in a infirmary-bedside role by himself even for normal things, I don't think, and he's all violent and stuff. I imagine he stopped by and asked the guards how he was, maybe. Ronon wouldn't have because Ronon would have assumed that John would want to handle this alone. And he would've been right about that -- John's interactions with Elizabeth show that he really did WANT to be alone, but he NEEDED company. Teyla would have been my candidate for bedside watch, but considering what happened earlier in the episode, I'm not surprised she didn't. Not only for her own safety -- but because her presence wouldn't be exactly calming with all that awkwardness still kicking around.

They should've come as a group though, dammit!

This is the true nature of John and Elizabeth and, especially, her feelings for him. She's with him even when no one else is.

And see, don't kill me, but I don't think this requires that her feelings for him be ROMANTIC, at least not consciously so. In "Intruder" also, she takes care of him because he's one of hers.

No, really, don't ask why I make things harder for myself as a 'shipper. The post-ep I originally wanted to write had this being much more of a relationship-flaily thing than this one. Oh well!
Re: Wow. - pellmelody on September 17th, 2005 01:09 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Wow. - mylittleredgirl on September 20th, 2005 04:52 am (UTC) (Expand)
Re: Wow. - pellmelody on September 20th, 2005 06:31 pm (UTC) (Expand)
Hatcheterhatcheter on September 14th, 2005 09:53 pm (UTC)
Nicely done. It somehow seems appropriate that Sheppard would have a guitar that he doesn't know how to play.
Little Red: sga - shep would-be hero - ethelineshermmylittleredgirl on September 15th, 2005 12:31 am (UTC)
The show gave him the guitar, I swear! I just couldn't buy the idea that he actually sat around playing it.