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SGA Fic: With A Bottle Of Red for babylil
Title: With A Bottle Of Red
Rating: PG
Category: John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir.
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: Owned by others. Pay them.
For: babylil who has incredible patience and asked for a shower scene, a reasonably optimistic ending, and John/Elizabeth out of the city together.
Author's Note: Written as a back-up for the swficathon... yet even this is late, and may babylil forgive me for that. So much thanks to mspooh for the beta.


==

"Though we live in a world that dreams of ending
that always seems about to give in
something that will not acknowledge conclusion
insists that we forever begin."
-- Brendan Kennelly, 'Begin'


==

i. Alpha Site

The sand is thick and red, and it spreads out from the base camp like a barren sea.

She trudges through this dry world, dust in her hair, dust on her clothes. The days are endless, and the hours long. This will not do, she thinks.

She is so very tired.

----

The shower room is empty, and her footsteps echo.

She stands under the showerhead wearily, watching as the dust becomes mud that swirls a dirty red across the floor.

This abandoned town of cement and metal is out of place. It’s eerie, and she’s glad they’re moving on.

She tries to shrug out of her jacket, but her clothes are heavy, drenched with water, and the wet sleeves roll and stick against her arms.

There’s a brief fight for control; the jacket wins.

He’s in the doorway when she looks over, his hair and clothes a sandy, windblown mess. He doesn’t smile, and red footprints follow him as he walks closer.

She holds her breath.

He stands in front of her - not touching, never touching - but he watches her intently, his face close to her own, and the touching they can’t see, doesn’t count.

The jacket loosens and falls as his hands slide down the backs of her arms; his fingers slip beneath the fabric to trail down her skin and very gently across her palms.

Her heart is beating faster than normal, but she knows they can’t do this, really shouldn’t ever do this. His eyes drift to her mouth.

“I hate this world,” she says, and it hurts more than she expects.

He hangs her jacket on the door as he leaves.

==

ii. Bravo Site

The Wraith find them immediately, and they scramble to save what’s left of their numbers.

Boxes, puddle jumpers and people cross through the stargate in haphazard fashion. Luckily, most of the technology salvaged from Atlantis is still packed, and now it’s only a matter of how much they can save before their time is up.

A crate topples, cracks, and medicine vials spill out on to the floor. No one stops, no one looks back, and the crinkle of glass as the vials break under their feet propels her into action.

She scans the labels at first, insulin, heparin, azathioprine, and then the importance of it, the hugeness of what they’ve lost sinks in. She stops wasting time by reading.

Glass cuts her palm twice, and then she loses count.

“Elizabeth.” John grasps her arm, but she pulls away.

“No!”

“Elizabeth, let’s go.”

She is in automatic pilot, stuffing vials into her bag although it’s overflowing, the vials spilling over onto the ground again. “We should have stayed where we were.”

“Now’s not exactly the time-”

“I should have listened to you. We would have been safe!”

He hauls her up forcibly, steadying her against him. “Enough.”

It’s all he needs to say. He waits, holding her tightly until she has gathered herself; it doesn’t take long.

She turns for the ‘gate, leaving red handprints behind on his vest.

==

iii. Charlie Site

A week after their arrival, she falls sick.

The fever is frightfully sudden, hitting her in the middle of a debriefing. She sees bright lights, hears the sound of rushing water, and then is aware of nothing.

----

She wakes to the sight of her IV drip. She recognizes nothing else.

John rounds a corner and as he draws near, she notices the paleness of his face, the weight he’s lost. He smiles reassuringly, taking a seat in the chair by her bed.

“Some would say staying in bed for almost two weeks is bordering on the irresponsible.”

She’s shocked and says nothing, struggling to accept the timeframe.

His fingers tap the top of her sheet. “We didn’t know if you were going to make it there for a while.”

“Where are we?” Her throat is dry and the words come out raspy.

“Underground. Turns out there were others already here after all.” He shrugs. “Long story short, the top soil is contaminated with a virus leftover from one of their wars.”

She sighs, looks around at the filled beds in the room. She doesn’t want to ask. “How many did we lose?”

His smile falters and his fingers still; she knows it’s bad. “Almost a quarter,” he says softly.

A quarter. It’s unthinkable.

She feels overwhelmed, and for a minute she has to look away. There are IV bruises on her arm - half-healed, half-faded – but the centers still flare a deep red. She realizes how close she came to death.

His eyes follow her gaze, and he reaches for her hand.

==

iv. Delta Site

She’s lost for a little more than two days when he finds her.

“You’re walking in the wrong direction,” he says simply.

----

They sit side-by-side sharing soup in front of a fire. The sun sinks amidst a backdrop of reds and purples, and despite the danger in having been lost, she’s exhilarated by this adventure.

“I should have gone off-world more often.” She says this playfully, and then realizes the impact her words may have now that Atlantis is gone.

“We wouldn’t have been able to get you out of your office,” he points out with a smile.

She raises an eyebrow. “I wasn’t that bad.”

He smirks and rests the cup of soup on her knee, slowly turning it with his fingers. She watches, trying to let it be nothing, fighting away the mixed feelings it causes. She doesn’t know what to make of their relationship anymore, doesn’t know when the occasional touch suddenly became both intimate and forbidden.

The sun falls below the horizon, but its fading light sets the sky on fire. She’s been to a few worlds by now, and none have ever had a sunset quite like this.

He nods at the splash of color and then grins. “Red sky at night, Sheppard’s delight.”

“How long have you been waiting to use that?” she asks, laughing.

He takes the soup off her knee and holds it out of reach. “That’s it. You’re full.”

It takes a punch to the arm and a very brief chase around the fire to get it back.

==

v. Echo Site

The flowers bloom once a month at dawn, and somewhere in the time here, hiking up the hill to watch them became a tradition.

When he nudges her awake, she shakes her head. “No. Not this time. I’m not going.”

He waits.

----

Their home has no name, and for now they are content to leave it as Echo. It’s the longest they’ve settled on a planet since Atlantis, since Earth, but no one wants to tempt fate.

She steps outside, immediately shivers in the cold, and gets a few waves from others on their way up to watch the blooming. John waves back and grabs her hand.

“At least it’s not snowing,” he says, and pulls her along.

Of all the things she regrets when this winter world was chosen, the lack of foresight on what to do about the diminishing supply of coffee ranks highest.

The top of the hill is crowded, and even after having lost so many, she’s proud of those that are left.

Teyla, Ronon and Rodney notice them and drift over to talk. John’s hand moves to her lower back, and she smiles.

He wanted to give her time, didn’t want to rush things, he’d said. She had needed that at first when she was still tired from running and unable to plan more than two steps forward at a time, but she is on firmer footing now. Or at the very least, adapting to life on the move.

And they aren’t exactly fooling anyone anyway.

It grows quiet and she looks over at the white flowers. They’re not the only plant life on the planet, but they’re certainly one of the most beautiful.

Almost simultaneously the petals begin to unfurl, the red on the inside a bold and beautiful contrast to the snow along the ground.

A cheer goes up, and she lets out her breath.

“Now we drink!” John states with a grin. Another, more resounding cheer follows them back to the camp.

-Fin

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Comments
mspooh From: mspooh Date: March 8th, 2006 05:54 am (UTC) (Link)
You've already heard my gushing, so I'll just say one thing: LOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOVE!

I'd say more, but there are so many lines that I love love love, that I'd probably break the LJ comment character limit c/ping all of them here. ;)

Quit your job! Write more!
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: March 22nd, 2006 06:50 pm (UTC) (Link)
*hearts* *beams*

And thank you for the last minute beta!
kellifer_fic From: kellifer_fic Date: March 8th, 2006 06:41 am (UTC) (Link)
Oh this is so pretty. Truly a lovely piece.
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: March 22nd, 2006 06:52 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! Am happy you liked. :)
elvinborn From: elvinborn Date: March 8th, 2006 07:41 am (UTC) (Link)
I love this.
the different reds. and the soft feel of the writing. (no. I can't explain that. it just feels soft)
and I want to see the flowers.
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: March 22nd, 2006 06:54 pm (UTC) (Link)
Oh yay! The red was sort of... well, thematic obviously, but I didn't want it to be overpowering or too understated either and it makes me feel so much better that you liked it. LOL.
pinnacles From: pinnacles Date: March 8th, 2006 08:01 am (UTC) (Link)
Aw, I've missed you and your awesome fic. I loved this. All those different reds! :)
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: March 22nd, 2006 06:55 pm (UTC) (Link)
Heh, I'm like, the slowest fic writer ever. I think it may be a defect in my character. ;)

Thanks for the comments, my dear!
muldy From: muldy Date: March 8th, 2006 08:30 am (UTC) (Link)
Hmph it deleted my review before i could post

*shakes fist @ LJ*

Amazing story I absolutely loved it!!! And now i'm going to bed so it serves well as a good night story :D
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: March 22nd, 2006 06:57 pm (UTC) (Link)
I absolutely hate when LJ does that. Especially when my back button leads me to an empty entry page... sometimes I even cry. :D

Very very glad you liked the fic!! Thanks!
natushka From: natushka Date: March 8th, 2006 10:04 am (UTC) (Link)
This is absolutely breath-takingly beautiful, with a dash of J/E angst and that optimistic ending. How I've missed your writing

*hug syou*
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: March 22nd, 2006 07:05 pm (UTC) (Link)
*glomps*

I love the angsty/touch-of-hope fics, and seem to have some sort of addiction to writing them, so it's very good news to hear that people like to read them!

Your comments are so sweet and make me smile. Thank you tons. :)
From: nyuszi Date: March 8th, 2006 01:28 pm (UTC) (Link)
oh! shiny... you need to quit your job and take up fic-writing... :)

because this is beautiful and am adding it to memories... hope you write more, so it won't feel all alone among the bsg fanfic. :)
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: March 22nd, 2006 07:14 pm (UTC) (Link)
Aw, thank you! *beams*

And er, I may may be writing BSG fic because damn you and your RPG! Of course it's likely I won't finish it until next year because I'm slow and agonize over every sentence, but anyway. *la*
anr From: anr Date: March 8th, 2006 01:56 pm (UTC) (Link)
Utterly awesome, hon. This would have to be my favourite kind of fiction: understated, real and set in a world where they've already lost so much. BRILLIANT! Love the first three planets the most, I think, but it's all awesome.
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: March 22nd, 2006 07:21 pm (UTC) (Link)
How much do I love you for setting up the swficathon? A ton, I think. :)

Your comments are beautiful and wonderful and thank you. I love the first three planets the most, too. I am actually quite fasinated by the first one and the Shep/Weir possibilities that I hinted at and would definitely be open to someone taking that idea and running with it... *coughs* *grins* ;)
anr From: anr Date: August 18th, 2006 03:37 am (UTC) (Link)
*hides from your evil, subtle hints* :)
pellucid From: pellucid Date: March 8th, 2006 03:27 pm (UTC) (Link)
*flails*

I have been so frustrated with Atlantis and have been half giving up on it, not reading fic or anything, but I will always read your fic!!! This is just gorgeous--so understated and subtle. And I have a huge weakness for apocafic with a little bit of hope at the end, and that last section is just perfect. Wonderful!!!
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: March 22nd, 2006 07:23 pm (UTC) (Link)
Definitely have been in the same boat with the Atlantis frustration and flailing over the show. Eurgh.

So very sweet your comments are, and I'm glad you loved the fic. Thank you!!
finnstardust From: finnstardust Date: March 8th, 2006 06:27 pm (UTC) (Link)
Really, really lovely *happy sigh*.
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: March 22nd, 2006 07:24 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you! *cuddens*
aoihikari From: aoihikari Date: March 9th, 2006 02:17 am (UTC) (Link)
*is in awe of your awesome writing style*

WOW!!! that was amazing!!! i like it that even in their bleakest hours, they still turn to one another for comfort and support!!! wonderful stuff!!! i love it!!! thank you!!! XD

and btw: i got my dvd!!! thank you for them!!! lost a lot of sleep, but well worth it!!! :P
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: March 22nd, 2006 07:25 pm (UTC) (Link)
*blush*

Thank you my dear! And yay for getting the DVDs... glad they worked and you were able to catch up on Sparky! :)
rushingwind From: rushingwind Date: March 14th, 2006 06:17 pm (UTC) (Link)
Wow, I love this. The imagery and the tension and everything, and even the optimistic ending. :)
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: March 22nd, 2006 07:26 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thank you. :)
nhawk From: nhawk Date: March 26th, 2006 01:12 pm (UTC) (Link)
Loved this very much. I think alpha site is my favourite.
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: March 28th, 2006 04:14 am (UTC) (Link)
Aw yay. And that planet was my favorite as well. :) Thank you!
msraven929 From: msraven929 Date: April 10th, 2006 10:58 pm (UTC) (Link)
So glad I remember to check the ficathon site periodically.

Great story.

My favorite line is definitely: “You’re walking in the wrong direction,” he says simply.
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: April 11th, 2006 04:51 am (UTC) (Link)
Eee, thank you!

And that's my favorite line of the fic as well. :)
kejsarinna From: kejsarinna Date: May 9th, 2006 06:05 am (UTC) (Link)
here from stargateficrec and oh, this was marvelous (sp?). i loved the style of the writing, and the sadness of it all, and yet it was filled with happiness and shippyness too. really wonderful work!
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: May 9th, 2006 11:50 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thanks so much! Glad you liked it, and thanks for leaving your sweet comments. :)
bluebanrigh From: bluebanrigh Date: May 11th, 2006 03:46 pm (UTC) (Link)
I just found this fic. So glad I did.

It's a lovely piece, love the focus on the colour red and I love how you wrote both John and Elizabeth. Love how their bodies just gravitate towards each other, the little touches. So very sweet.
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: May 12th, 2006 12:01 am (UTC) (Link)
*grins* Thank you!

And you can thank anr for the "little touches" because she got it in my head and now I can't stop writing about it. ;)
venom69 From: venom69 Date: June 10th, 2006 10:46 am (UTC) (Link)
Very nice. :)
phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: June 11th, 2006 05:13 am (UTC) (Link)
Thanks! Love the icon, btw. :D
venom69 From: venom69 Date: June 13th, 2006 01:29 am (UTC) (Link)
It's appropriate. ;)
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phrenitis From: phrenitis Date: December 15th, 2006 06:39 pm (UTC) (Link)
Hee! I did envision this long nomadic trek of a fic... and then got lazy. ;)

Thank you for the comments!
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