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26 June 2006 @ 02:18 pm
Another Lois & Clark Season Three Observation  
Apparently, it is impossible to have a television series without Nazis.
 
 
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Ravennoradannan on June 26th, 2006 09:24 pm (UTC)
They are the feel-good bad guy, you know.

- noradannan (who took WAAAAAYYYYY too many German classes at Brown)
MV: Muppets - Big Bird OMGmrv3000 on June 26th, 2006 09:32 pm (UTC)
I think this may be in Television 101 screenwriting courses...
Clyde: l&c by louisemcgregor mamasuzvoy on June 26th, 2006 09:56 pm (UTC)
Very true. *nods*
Blue: Torri - Intent Prettybluebanrigh on June 26th, 2006 11:02 pm (UTC)
There were Nazis in L&C? Huh, I remember Bonnie and Clyde but not the Nazis. Lol.

What was the name of the character that was in love with Clark Kent, not Superman. Is that her in the icon?
Nenya Kanadka: Grammar Sicnenya_kanadka on June 27th, 2006 01:37 am (UTC)
Ahaha! So true!

*clings to Superman Returns early screening tickets!*
miera_c: always lookingmiera_c on June 27th, 2006 01:50 am (UTC)
*thinks*

You know, I think you're right.

happy birthday btw *hugs*
miera_c: always lookingmiera_c on June 27th, 2006 02:38 am (UTC)
Um, ok. I was going to try and do a sequel to Logically Irrelevant for you quickly. And I did. It just came out rather not happy. Um, sorry? *frets*

***
"Small Details"

As usual, it was a small piece of information that explained everything to her.

Elizabeth was gathering herself up after the pre-mission briefing with John's team a little uneasily. It was their first off-world trip since the destruction of the Hive ships that had nearly killed John, stranding him on the far side of Pegasus with no way to get back. All four of them seemed eager to be back in the game. John in particular had been somewhat boisterous the last couple of weeks. It set her teeth on edge a little, but she wasn't entirely sure why.

Something about the briefing was bothering her. She turned the details of the mission over in her mind, but nothing struck her as out of place. They were all cleared for duty by Carson.

Possibly she was just mother-henning a bit. Given what had happened last time they left the city, it was probably inevitable.

The rest of them were filing out of the room. John was chatting with Teyla, that strange, excessive animation in his voice. Elizabeth was behind them and she noticed that John had his hand on the small of Teyla's back.

It was an inconsequential thing, but it made her nearly stumble in shock.

Thankfully, no one noticed.

She reached her office, opened her e-mail and stared at her computer screen without seeing it. Her mind was replaying the last few weeks. How many times had she spotted John eating with Teyla or spending time with her lately? It hadn't registered. John and Teyla's relationship had been a backdrop of existence in Atlantis since they arrived. Elizabeth had stopped thinking about it a long time ago.

It appeared whatever had been holding him back had finally snapped the leash.

Elizabeth was startled to feel a sharp pain at the thought. She couldn't be jealous? Could she?

No, she answered herself, pushing the possibility away. Not jealous like that, at any rate. Envious, in a general sense, that John could move forward with his life. It wasn't in the cards for her, not while she was here. But he was hardly the first person to come back from a near-death experience a changed man.

She frowned, looking down at the Stargate.

All of them had nearly died at one time or another. Whether from a Wraith ship circling overhead or someone holding a gun to the temple or a knife to the throat, all of them had brushed against death these last few years. John more than any of them.

And he'd never changed before.

She stood up and went to her window, watching the team assemble and wait for the Stargate to open. Her body tensed in anticipation, but she wasn't sure of what.

John approached the event horizon, and had she not been watching so closely, she doubted she would have noticed the slight hesitation before he stepped through.

He hesitated, but he didn't turn his head.

The others followed him and the wormhole disengaged, but Elizabeth remained frozen.

He'd known she was watching them go. She couldn't have explained how she was so sure of that, but she and John had gotten so used to one another they often seemed to be able to read each other's thoughts without speaking a word.

He'd known it, and he had wanted to look up at her. But he didn't.

It dawned on her that she could remember the last time John had looked her directly in the eye. It had been three weeks ago, at the celebration after his rescue and recovery.

Elizabeth remained, looking down on the control room, lost in thought, for a long time.
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-a.frog/gorf.a-froggoddess on June 27th, 2006 11:56 am (UTC)
But Nazis are the Most Evil People Ever and therefore the perfect symbol of all evil.

love, frog -- who once upon a time started a debate on the daily jolt that alienated half of Brown because she got tired of Evil=Nazis=Germans forever...

dingcdingc on June 27th, 2006 03:49 pm (UTC)
Happy Birthday! (Fyca said today was your birthday, if not, blame her and ignore this!!!!)
Tammy - never give up, never surrenderbesyd on June 28th, 2006 12:58 am (UTC)
Genii
rogue equestrian: eowyn bananaelvinborn on June 28th, 2006 04:14 am (UTC)
mostly unrelated, but while it's still the right day in your time zone:

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!
may your year be merry and bright. :)