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teh-gandu.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Dec. 26th, 2005 04:58 pm)Title: Velvet
Pairing: Weir/Teyla
Challenge: 010-Touch. Also for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fanfic100 prompt: 038-touch
Category: Established
Timeline: Any
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 479
Warning: Character Death
Summary: She tucked the Athosian’s lose strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m scared for you,” she candidly whispered. “I’m scared for us.”
Scene: Weir’s quarters
Her skin was: beautiful, gentle, flawless, scarred and soft-velvet like -so smooth that Elizabeth couldn’t help feeling envious.
Her lips, match that of her skin-soft and gentle.
Her touch: also gentle, soft and yet, electrifyingly. Whenever she touched her, Elizabeth always felt as if she were floating.
She ran her fingers, gingerly down the fresh-deep-knife-wound, softly kissing her shoulder blade.
She tucked the Athosian’s lose strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m scared for you,” she candidly whispered. “I’m scared for us.”
Teyla tossed over, she gazed at the older woman in concern. “Elizabeth-”
“I don’t want to lose, you.” Her voice bears desperation.
Teyla cupped her face. “You won’t,” she said reassuringly.
“You don’t know that. I could have lost you and that’s what frightens me.”
Teyla grinned, softly. “I really, should stop doing that.” She joked, before becoming profound. “Everything, happens for a reason, you know that as well as I.”
”Right,” Elizabeth’s voice cracked, “like you getting attacked? Teyla, I love you, and I truly care for you. But, why can’t you see-”
Teyla lips brushed against hers. “If I were to stop, then I would not be doing my job. You know that every time we step through the gate we mightn’t come back, but it’s a risk we all have to take. ”
“I know that,” she muttered, somewhat irritably.
Teyla smiled, softly. “Then, let me do my job. And you, you stop your worrying, otherwise you’ll grow more wrinkles.”
Weir laughed.
“I will be fine, you’ll see and tonight, when we step back through the gate, we will come back unharmed. You’ll see.”
Teyla ran her fingers, gingerly across her face, “Trust me.”
And just like her touch, Teyla’s words, were that of reassurance.
“Doctor Weir?”
She felt someone shake her gently. She snapped out of her reminiscence, gazing at the person, who just shook her.
“You sure, you wanna do this?” Lorne asked.
“Somebody has to tell them.”
“Then let me. Clearly, you’re in no fit-”
“I’m fine,”
Marcus held her anguished gaze-fully aware that this was one battle that he was not going to win. “I’ll prepare the puddle jumper. And I’m so sorry.”
Weir closed her eyes, maintaining her anger and grief. “Me too. And Marcus? Once we’ve told the Athosians, I’m coming with, you to rescue Sheppard…and his team.”
“That isn’t a wise idea, ma’am.”
Anger flashed through the diplomat, “Don’t tell me what is and isn’t a wise idea.”
“Ma’am, I can’t possibly imagine what you’re going through: but, I do know that you’ve lost your girlfriend, lover, friend, someone close to you. But it isn’t wise-”
“You’re dismissed Major.”
Lorne opened his mouth to object, but opted against it. “Understood,” he muttered, walking out.
Weir closed her eyes: wishing for words of reassurance, but she knew that those reassuring, words would never come.
Title: Better Days
Category: Angst, pre-slash
Challenge: 001-Beginningsfanfic100 Prompt: 027-Beginnings
Timeline: 38 Minutes
Word count: 421
Summary: Teyla spun around, maintaining her anger as she replied: “I understand your position and I respect your beliefs and decisions, but what I fail to understand is: why you continue to be so blasé toward my people and our beliefs. You continue to refuse and acknowledge what we stand for and yet, you expect my people and me, to respect your beliefs.”
A/N: Am I the only one, who didn't like the way Weir handled the Athosian's in this episode?
Scene: Balcony
The hardest thing in life would have to be forming a friendship or relationship, with a complete stranger and opening up to this one in particular individual-And Elizabeth Weir was no acceptation.
“May I join you?”
“If you want,” Teyla replied, flatly.
“I’m sorry?”
Teyla spun around, maintaining her anger as she replied: “I understand your position and I respect your beliefs and decisions, but what I fail to understand is: why you continue to be so blasé toward my people and our beliefs. You continue to refuse and acknowledge what we stand for and yet, you expect my people and I to respect your beliefs. ”
Weir held her gaze, “Teyla, as I said to Hailing-”
“It would not have harmed, you to at least acknowledge out beliefs.”
“Teyla, I res-”
Teyla walked toward her, anger flashing in her eyes. “I don’t think, you do,” she replied. “I understand, why, you refused my people to prepare us for…our death. But you had no right to speak to Hailing the way you did. Granted, that in the end everything turned out fine, but nevertheless, you should not have been so harsh or rude.”
Teyla walked toward the doors, as they slid open, Weir spoke. “It wasn’t meant to be a blatant disrespect toward your people or towards their beliefs and if I came off sounding rude or callous, than I apologize, I truly am sorry. And, yes, I’ll admit I should learn more about your people and your beliefs. But don’t you ever, tell me that I don’t care, because I do.” She spun around, anger surfacing in her voice as she continued. “In spite of what you all believe-”
“It isn’t just about the lack of respect toward my people it is also about the lack of trust, perhaps I am stepping out of line, when I say that. After all, you had taken us in, although, it was done, without your say-so-”
Weir raised an eyebrow as perplex settled in. “Have I done or said something, offensive?”
A smirk began tugging at the corner of Teyla’s lips, “Respect and trust, work both ways Doctor Weir. You say that you care and clearly, you care for your people, but I wish you, would show us some of that respect, trust care. I wish you would show me some of that.”
“Excuse me?”
Teyla didn’t reply, instead, opting to walk through the open the doors and leaving Elizabeth alone to reflect on her harsh and yet truthful words.
Title: Losing You
Challenge: 028-Endings also forfanfic100 Ends
Pairing: Weir/Teyla…implied Weir/Kate (What? Kate/Weir=hot)
Word count: 499
Summary: She wasn’t sure when it had happened: perhaps it had slowly crept upon her, perhaps it had always been there, but one thing’s for certain-it just wasn’t there.
She wasn’t sure when it had happened: perhaps it had slowly crept upon her, perhaps it had always been there, but one thing’s for certain-it just wasn’t there.
She wasn’t sure, whether or not, Teyla knew-but she was pretty certain that the Athosian already knew-after all this was Teyla.
But one thing she was certain of other than it not being there was, that it never seemed to get any easier.
She took Teyla’s hands into her own. “I can’t keep doing this.”
Teyla pushed her hands away, stalking toward the far corner.
Her stomach churned as she continued, “And I know that the timing couldn’t be worse, but-”
Teyla laughed, weakly. “I already know.”
Weir walked toward her, crouching as she took Teyla’s hands into her own. “I’m so sorry.”
Teyla smiled, weakly. “Why, are you apologizing? It happens. People fall in-and-out-of love, everyday. It is not like you were intending to hurt me.”
Elizabeth gazed, searchingly at the younger woman, before reiterating her words, “I’m so sorry.”
Teyla closed her eyes, as Elizabeth gingerly ran her fingers over her face. “I do love you, Teyla, you know that. And I’ll always love you.”
“But you are just not in love, with me.” Her eyes opened, as she held the diplomat’s anguished gaze. “I understand that.”
Elizabeth smiled, ruefully. “I wish, I were, Teyla. But I can’t keep doing this, I can’t keep pretending. It isn’t fair on either of us, especially, you.”
Teyla arched an eyebrow in response. “I think you mean to say, you. 'It isn’t fair on you'.”
Before, Elizabeth could reply, Teyla continued. “That is what I meant, when I said, ‘I already know’. I have seen the way, you look at her. I cannot recall when you last looked at me, with such affection.” She stood up, claiming her lips, for the last time. “I just hope it works out for you, both.”
Weir stroked Teyla’s hair. “What did I do, to deserve someone as understanding as you?”
Teyla smiled softly, but said nothing, opting instead to leave.
Elizabeth grabbed her hand, spinning her around as she gazed searchingly and desperately into the Athosian’s eyes. “I don’t deserve you…or our friendship. I never, once meant to hurt you, I hope you know that.”
“I do.”
“I’ll always love you.”
“You are just not in love, with me. I understand that as well. Things will get better for us, you do know that don’t you?”
Weir smiled ruefully, “I hope so.”
Teyla leant upward, kissing her on her cheek. “It will,” she said, before walking off, only to bump into the woman of Elizabeth’s affection.
Teyla smiled weakly, but said nothing.
Confusion surfaced over Kate as she made her way toward the diplomat. “So, what couldn’t wait until the morning?”
Elizabeth gazed at her. “This,” she replied, as she pulled her closer, claiming her lips.
Teyla was still in love with her, but she would never know-for Teyla was good at putting up fonts.
Title: How Long?
Challenge: 037-How Longfanfic100 081-How
Pairing: Weir/Teyla Weir/Sheppard…kinda….sorta…. (Yes, I know-Shep/Weir-WTF?)
Rating: Er, possibly R-note the word possibly!
Word count: 333
Summary: How long were they going to keep doing this?
A/N: Aren’t questions fun? And I am planning on making a start on the Sheppard/Beckett/McKay AU ficlets...I've just gotta come up with plots and titles. Oh and Jules I'm working on a few Weir/Cadman ficlets for you....*ponders* am I *ever* going write a Helen/Lindsay fic?
How long were they going to keep doing this?
How long were they going to keep kidding themselves?
How long were they going to keep up with appearances?
How long were they going to last?
How long were they going to deprive themselves?
How long were they going to continue to lie?
How long before one of them cracks?
How long before one of them opens Pandora’s Box?
How long before people start taking notice?
How long before her name slips out, whilst she’s fucking him?
How long before she starts having exotic dreams about her?
How long before she starts craving her?
How long before she finds herself wanting her, wanting her inside her and wanting to fuck her?
How long before she finds herself in her quarters again?
How long before she holds her again?
How long before she runs her hand through her soft hair?
How long before she claims her lips?
How long before her hands travel under her clothing?
How long before she forces her tongue into her mouth?
How long before she feels her velvet-like skin?
How long before she forces her up against the wall?
How long before her fingers make their way toward her combat-pants?
How long before her fingers make their way down, soft, dark curls?
How long before her fingers come into contact with silky, wet, moist flesh?
How long before she starts fucking her?
How long before it’s over and they go back to their daily routine?
How long before she goes back to Sheppard?
How long before she stops using him for sex?
How long before he realizes that she only wants him for one thing and one thing only-the fucking?
How long before she stops kidding herself and realizes that John isn’t who she wants?
How long before she realizes that she doesn’t just want Teyla for the sex?
How long before she realizes that Teyla’s the one she wants?
And how long before she takes the first step?
Pairing: Weir/Teyla
Challenge: 010-Touch. Also for
fanfic100 prompt: 038-touch Category: Established
Timeline: Any
Spoilers: None
Word Count: 479
Warning: Character Death
Summary: She tucked the Athosian’s lose strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m scared for you,” she candidly whispered. “I’m scared for us.”
Scene: Weir’s quarters
Her skin was: beautiful, gentle, flawless, scarred and soft-velvet like -so smooth that Elizabeth couldn’t help feeling envious.
Her lips, match that of her skin-soft and gentle.
Her touch: also gentle, soft and yet, electrifyingly. Whenever she touched her, Elizabeth always felt as if she were floating.
She ran her fingers, gingerly down the fresh-deep-knife-wound, softly kissing her shoulder blade.
She tucked the Athosian’s lose strand of hair behind her ear. “I’m scared for you,” she candidly whispered. “I’m scared for us.”
Teyla tossed over, she gazed at the older woman in concern. “Elizabeth-”
“I don’t want to lose, you.” Her voice bears desperation.
Teyla cupped her face. “You won’t,” she said reassuringly.
“You don’t know that. I could have lost you and that’s what frightens me.”
Teyla grinned, softly. “I really, should stop doing that.” She joked, before becoming profound. “Everything, happens for a reason, you know that as well as I.”
”Right,” Elizabeth’s voice cracked, “like you getting attacked? Teyla, I love you, and I truly care for you. But, why can’t you see-”
Teyla lips brushed against hers. “If I were to stop, then I would not be doing my job. You know that every time we step through the gate we mightn’t come back, but it’s a risk we all have to take. ”
“I know that,” she muttered, somewhat irritably.
Teyla smiled, softly. “Then, let me do my job. And you, you stop your worrying, otherwise you’ll grow more wrinkles.”
Weir laughed.
“I will be fine, you’ll see and tonight, when we step back through the gate, we will come back unharmed. You’ll see.”
Teyla ran her fingers, gingerly across her face, “Trust me.”
And just like her touch, Teyla’s words, were that of reassurance.
“Doctor Weir?”
She felt someone shake her gently. She snapped out of her reminiscence, gazing at the person, who just shook her.
“You sure, you wanna do this?” Lorne asked.
“Somebody has to tell them.”
“Then let me. Clearly, you’re in no fit-”
“I’m fine,”
Marcus held her anguished gaze-fully aware that this was one battle that he was not going to win. “I’ll prepare the puddle jumper. And I’m so sorry.”
Weir closed her eyes, maintaining her anger and grief. “Me too. And Marcus? Once we’ve told the Athosians, I’m coming with, you to rescue Sheppard…and his team.”
“That isn’t a wise idea, ma’am.”
Anger flashed through the diplomat, “Don’t tell me what is and isn’t a wise idea.”
“Ma’am, I can’t possibly imagine what you’re going through: but, I do know that you’ve lost your girlfriend, lover, friend, someone close to you. But it isn’t wise-”
“You’re dismissed Major.”
Lorne opened his mouth to object, but opted against it. “Understood,” he muttered, walking out.
Weir closed her eyes: wishing for words of reassurance, but she knew that those reassuring, words would never come.
Title: Better Days
Category: Angst, pre-slash
Challenge: 001-Beginnings
fanfic100 Prompt: 027-Beginnings Timeline: 38 Minutes
Word count: 421
Summary: Teyla spun around, maintaining her anger as she replied: “I understand your position and I respect your beliefs and decisions, but what I fail to understand is: why you continue to be so blasé toward my people and our beliefs. You continue to refuse and acknowledge what we stand for and yet, you expect my people and me, to respect your beliefs.”
A/N: Am I the only one, who didn't like the way Weir handled the Athosian's in this episode?
Scene: Balcony
The hardest thing in life would have to be forming a friendship or relationship, with a complete stranger and opening up to this one in particular individual-And Elizabeth Weir was no acceptation.
“May I join you?”
“If you want,” Teyla replied, flatly.
“I’m sorry?”
Teyla spun around, maintaining her anger as she replied: “I understand your position and I respect your beliefs and decisions, but what I fail to understand is: why you continue to be so blasé toward my people and our beliefs. You continue to refuse and acknowledge what we stand for and yet, you expect my people and I to respect your beliefs. ”
Weir held her gaze, “Teyla, as I said to Hailing-”
“It would not have harmed, you to at least acknowledge out beliefs.”
“Teyla, I res-”
Teyla walked toward her, anger flashing in her eyes. “I don’t think, you do,” she replied. “I understand, why, you refused my people to prepare us for…our death. But you had no right to speak to Hailing the way you did. Granted, that in the end everything turned out fine, but nevertheless, you should not have been so harsh or rude.”
Teyla walked toward the doors, as they slid open, Weir spoke. “It wasn’t meant to be a blatant disrespect toward your people or towards their beliefs and if I came off sounding rude or callous, than I apologize, I truly am sorry. And, yes, I’ll admit I should learn more about your people and your beliefs. But don’t you ever, tell me that I don’t care, because I do.” She spun around, anger surfacing in her voice as she continued. “In spite of what you all believe-”
“It isn’t just about the lack of respect toward my people it is also about the lack of trust, perhaps I am stepping out of line, when I say that. After all, you had taken us in, although, it was done, without your say-so-”
Weir raised an eyebrow as perplex settled in. “Have I done or said something, offensive?”
A smirk began tugging at the corner of Teyla’s lips, “Respect and trust, work both ways Doctor Weir. You say that you care and clearly, you care for your people, but I wish you, would show us some of that respect, trust care. I wish you would show me some of that.”
“Excuse me?”
Teyla didn’t reply, instead, opting to walk through the open the doors and leaving Elizabeth alone to reflect on her harsh and yet truthful words.
Title: Losing You
Challenge: 028-Endings also for
fanfic100 EndsPairing: Weir/Teyla…implied Weir/Kate (What? Kate/Weir=hot)
Word count: 499
Summary: She wasn’t sure when it had happened: perhaps it had slowly crept upon her, perhaps it had always been there, but one thing’s for certain-it just wasn’t there.
She wasn’t sure when it had happened: perhaps it had slowly crept upon her, perhaps it had always been there, but one thing’s for certain-it just wasn’t there.
She wasn’t sure, whether or not, Teyla knew-but she was pretty certain that the Athosian already knew-after all this was Teyla.
But one thing she was certain of other than it not being there was, that it never seemed to get any easier.
She took Teyla’s hands into her own. “I can’t keep doing this.”
Teyla pushed her hands away, stalking toward the far corner.
Her stomach churned as she continued, “And I know that the timing couldn’t be worse, but-”
Teyla laughed, weakly. “I already know.”
Weir walked toward her, crouching as she took Teyla’s hands into her own. “I’m so sorry.”
Teyla smiled, weakly. “Why, are you apologizing? It happens. People fall in-and-out-of love, everyday. It is not like you were intending to hurt me.”
Elizabeth gazed, searchingly at the younger woman, before reiterating her words, “I’m so sorry.”
Teyla closed her eyes, as Elizabeth gingerly ran her fingers over her face. “I do love you, Teyla, you know that. And I’ll always love you.”
“But you are just not in love, with me.” Her eyes opened, as she held the diplomat’s anguished gaze. “I understand that.”
Elizabeth smiled, ruefully. “I wish, I were, Teyla. But I can’t keep doing this, I can’t keep pretending. It isn’t fair on either of us, especially, you.”
Teyla arched an eyebrow in response. “I think you mean to say, you. 'It isn’t fair on you'.”
Before, Elizabeth could reply, Teyla continued. “That is what I meant, when I said, ‘I already know’. I have seen the way, you look at her. I cannot recall when you last looked at me, with such affection.” She stood up, claiming her lips, for the last time. “I just hope it works out for you, both.”
Weir stroked Teyla’s hair. “What did I do, to deserve someone as understanding as you?”
Teyla smiled softly, but said nothing, opting instead to leave.
Elizabeth grabbed her hand, spinning her around as she gazed searchingly and desperately into the Athosian’s eyes. “I don’t deserve you…or our friendship. I never, once meant to hurt you, I hope you know that.”
“I do.”
“I’ll always love you.”
“You are just not in love, with me. I understand that as well. Things will get better for us, you do know that don’t you?”
Weir smiled ruefully, “I hope so.”
Teyla leant upward, kissing her on her cheek. “It will,” she said, before walking off, only to bump into the woman of Elizabeth’s affection.
Teyla smiled weakly, but said nothing.
Confusion surfaced over Kate as she made her way toward the diplomat. “So, what couldn’t wait until the morning?”
Elizabeth gazed at her. “This,” she replied, as she pulled her closer, claiming her lips.
Teyla was still in love with her, but she would never know-for Teyla was good at putting up fonts.
Title: How Long?
Challenge: 037-How Long
fanfic100 081-How Pairing: Weir/Teyla Weir/Sheppard…kinda….sorta…. (Yes, I know-Shep/Weir-WTF?)
Rating: Er, possibly R-note the word possibly!
Word count: 333
Summary: How long were they going to keep doing this?
A/N: Aren’t questions fun? And I am planning on making a start on the Sheppard/Beckett/McKay AU ficlets...I've just gotta come up with plots and titles. Oh and Jules I'm working on a few Weir/Cadman ficlets for you....*ponders* am I *ever* going write a Helen/Lindsay fic?
How long were they going to keep doing this?
How long were they going to keep kidding themselves?
How long were they going to keep up with appearances?
How long were they going to last?
How long were they going to deprive themselves?
How long were they going to continue to lie?
How long before one of them cracks?
How long before one of them opens Pandora’s Box?
How long before people start taking notice?
How long before her name slips out, whilst she’s fucking him?
How long before she starts having exotic dreams about her?
How long before she starts craving her?
How long before she finds herself wanting her, wanting her inside her and wanting to fuck her?
How long before she finds herself in her quarters again?
How long before she holds her again?
How long before she runs her hand through her soft hair?
How long before she claims her lips?
How long before her hands travel under her clothing?
How long before she forces her tongue into her mouth?
How long before she feels her velvet-like skin?
How long before she forces her up against the wall?
How long before her fingers make their way toward her combat-pants?
How long before her fingers make their way down, soft, dark curls?
How long before her fingers come into contact with silky, wet, moist flesh?
How long before she starts fucking her?
How long before it’s over and they go back to their daily routine?
How long before she goes back to Sheppard?
How long before she stops using him for sex?
How long before he realizes that she only wants him for one thing and one thing only-the fucking?
How long before she stops kidding herself and realizes that John isn’t who she wants?
How long before she realizes that she doesn’t just want Teyla for the sex?
How long before she realizes that Teyla’s the one she wants?
And how long before she takes the first step?
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