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teh-gandu.livejournal.com posting in slashthedrabble Dec. 27th, 2005 12:51 pm)Title: Misfits
Pairing: Weir/Teyla slight mention of Sheppard/McKay
Rating: G *blinks*
POV: Heightmeyer
Word: 497
Challenge: 026-stromy![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
fanfic100 070-Storm
Summary: There was no denying that they’ve had more than, their fair share of ups and downs-as you expect in any relationship, but Teyla and Elizabeth, seemed doomed from the start-like the Titanic.
Like many friendships or relationships in life-theirs had started off on the wrong foot. One of the Athosian children had wondered into one of the laboratory and touched something they shouldn’t have-the details are vague-after all I wasn’t there. Thankfully, the child hadn’t come to any harm, but they had to face the wrath known as Elizabeth Weir. Now, she may be ‘a people’s person’ but children aren’t her specialty as we were all found out.
So, how they managed to form a relationship, still bewilders, the majority of those residing in Atlantis-but not me. Always expect the unexpected as the motto goes.
There was no denying that they’ve had more than, their fair share of ups and downs-as you expect in any relationship, but Teyla and Elizabeth, seemed doomed from the start-like the Titanic.
At first, it was easy for them to separate their working lives, from their personal lives (rather them, than me) -they had managed the impossible. But like everything in life, it felt as if it was too good to last-and indeed it was.
Several months later and they can’t seem to separate the two. They’re worse than McKay and Sheppard-who we both, know are secretly fucking. At least McKay and Sheppard provide comedy-Elizabeth and Teyla are far from entertaining.
But I can’t seem to understand where Teyla and Elizabeth went wrong. It wasn’t as if they were two ill-suited people, misfits-mismatches. Hell, they were suited for each other, but perhaps that’s why it went wrong? Two women, who had so much in common and yet hardly had any time for one another, but all relationships, have their stormy and rocky moments, its human nature and part of the circle.
But its like I said-they were like the Titanic. So, why, am I here? Why am I doing this? Truth be told- I haven’t a clue. I mean, I should be relieved, after all I could finally reveal my feelings toward Elizabeth-but that’s not me and I can’t do that. Teyla and Elizabeth may be had more stormy moments in their relationship than any normal relationship-but hey, we’re residing in the Pegasus Galaxy-what’s normal about that? But, like everything else in life, second chances are there for a reason and their relationship-and if I’m lucky…and if Elizabeth forgives me then a three-way might be in the cards, but you never heard that from me.
“KATE?”
Speak of the devil. Now, you’re probably, wondering what I did. Why, what any sane, person would do-lock the two bitches….I mean lovers in the gym. Rodney is a genius, fiddling around with the control panel, setting it to lockdown.
“I have to go, now, Elizabeth. I have a client to see.”
“If you don’t unlock-”
“It’ll take McKay several hours to find and fix the fault.” A smirk formed on my lips. “So, until then you and Teyla, just hang in there…and make amends. I’ll come back in a few hours…so don’t go killing one another, okay?”
Title: Sweet Sensation
Category: Pre-slash
Challenge: 014-foodfanfic100 Prompt: 011-Red
Timeline: Season one
Word count: 344
Summary: A small note poked out of the apples and strawberries, a smile formed on Weir’s lips as she read the single syllable: Enjoy.
Her eyes fell onto the fruit basket on her table, her eyebrow arched questioningly as she walked toward the basket.
The fresh and various colors of red greeted her-freshly ripped strawberries, cherries, apples and Athosian fruit, which she had yet to try.
A small note poked out of the apples and strawberries, a smile formed on Weir’s lips as she read the single syllable: Enjoy.
She picked up the basket and exited her office, fully aware of her desertion. “Peter?”
Grodin looked up from his laptop.
“Make sure that I’m not disturbed.”
A smirk began tugging at the corner of his lips, fully aware of why, Elizabeth didn’t want to be disturbed. “Understood,” he replied, ducking his head as the smirk broke out.
She knocked on the doors, waiting a moment or so, before the doors swished open in reply. As she entered, she raised the basket, “Thank you, for these.”
Teyla remained on her bed, a shy smiling emerging as she replied, “It was nothing. Major Sheppard, told me how, you are rather fond of red fruit particularly these kind and with the harvest looming around the corner, how could I not?”
Weir felt the heat rush toward her cheeks. “Well, seeing as how I couldn’t possibly manage this by myself, would you care to join me?” she asked, throwing an apple in Teyla’s direction.
Teyla grinned as she caught the apple.
“And, if you’re really lucky, Jools might make an apple pie.”
Teyla arched an eyebrow in response as the older woman sat on her bed. “If I had the time, then I’d show you…perhaps, when we make it back to Earth, I could show you.”
Teyla gazed at Weir-perhaps longer than she should have. “I would like that, although, I would like to do some real shopping.”
Weir grinned. “Oh that too. You’ll definitely love the whole shopping experience and if you’re lucky and play your cards right, I might even give you a massage.”
Teyla raised her eyebrow, questioningly, but said nothing as she took a bite into the apple.
Title: In the Dark
Challenge: 049-Darkfanfic100 018-black
Rating: G *shakes head*
Summary: Weir gazed at her, tucking a strand of her lose hair behind her ear, “Because, only I get to share with this you. This is our experience and our experience alone; nobody can take that away from us.”
Scene: East pier, balcony.
Weir wrapped her arms around the younger woman, inhaling her scent as Teyla sunk into her chest. “It’s so beautiful, don’t you think?” she murmured, nipping at Teyla’s earlobe.
Teyla grinned her eyes flickered up, meeting equally as bright green eyes. “Yes, it is,” she replied, her attention, now back on the breath-taking sight in front.
“Have you ever seen a total-eclipse, before?”
“No.”
“Really?” Weir’s voice bared surprise.
She rested her chin on Teyla’s shoulder, as she continued. “Then I guess that I’m really lucky.”
“How so?” Teyla asked her voice, barely above a whisper, her focus still on the total-eclipse.
Weir gazed at her, tucking a strand of her lose hair behind her ear, “Because, only I get to share with this you. This is our experience and our experience alone; nobody can take that away from us.”
Teyla watched in awe as the moon, now began parting from the sun.
“Isn’t it amazing?”
Teyla didn’t reply, too taken-in, too astounded, by the sight unfolding in front of her.
Silence had taken over as both women watched the rest of the parting of the eclipse in silence.
“I love, you.” Weir whispered, her warm breath drifting over Teyla’s ear as she broke the silence-the sun, now shone brightly, the moon out of slight.
Teyla twisted her neck in Weir’s direction, a full-smile emerged on her lips as she replied, “I love you too,” She twisted fully into Weir’s grasp, before claiming the older woman’s lips.
Title: Surrender
Challenge: 050-Rough forfanfic100 Prompt outside-005
Pairing: Weir/Teyla, with a dash of Weir/Teyla/Heightmeyer/Beckett
Rating: R
Word count: 500….damn this fic *should* be longer.
Summary: The first time wasn’t sweet, gentle, soft or prepared. The first time was full of urgency, arousal, want, desperation, need and desire.
A/N: Beckett’s one lucky bastard.
The first time wasn’t sweet, gentle, soft or prepared.
The first time was full of urgency, arousal, want, desperation, need and desire.
It was rough, hard-just what she needed-wanted it: Objects shattering, bruises, scratches, blood and cuts forming as a result.
Sweat mixed with arousal.
Lips and teeth exploring, biting every inch of the newly found flesh-leaving no skin-fragment untouched: deep trails of red as her nails sunk in further-deeper as she crashed hard, against the wall, whilst, Weir quickened her pace: Teyla's sweat dripping onto her skin as she continued to fuck Teyla, Teyla’s moans being swallowed as she began climaxing.
A smirk formed on Weir’s lips as she took in the Athosian’s taste, before finding herself against the wall and being fucked.
The following morning, questions arose: as to why Weir was limping around, wearing a sweater in the middle of the summer and why Teyla left her jacket on-even during sparring.
Nobody knows, what they did-what they do in their own time is their own business and nobody else’s: Nobody needn’t know that there was more to their friendship than meets the eye, nobody needn’t know that there wasn’t a single skin-fragment left unmarked-unclaimed, nobody needn’t know that their first time was rough, nobody needn’t know that during today’s pre-and-de-briefing, she ran her foot up-and-down-and-in-between Teyla’s legs: nobody needn’t know about the bruises, bite-marks, cuts or scratches, nobody needn’t know that in spite of the soreness, in spite of the tend ness, they plan for a repeat performance and nobody needn’t know that this time, they plan to use one of the conference rooms.
“Ah, Elizabeth.” Beckett’s voice rang out as he and Kate jogged toward both women. “Kate mentioned it to me and I couldn’t help, noticing that you’ve got a limp.”
Weir smirked, “You’re both rather observation. Would you like a cookie?”
An inexplicable smile formed on Kate’s lips as she replied, “I prefer muffins, myself.”
Weir laughed, softly, Beckett cleared his throat. “Yes, well…If don’t mind, us-me asking how did you get that limp?”
Nobody needn’t know, why several days later Beckett was limping around, pale as a ghost, wearing a hideous knitted Christmas sweater or why Heightmeyer kept her jacket on and refused to sit or bend down without a certain amount of pillows.
Nobody knows about the bruises, bite-marks or scratches that covered both Kate and Carson-not a single skin-fragment had been left unclaimed-unmarked.
Nobody needn’t know the pleasure and pain Kate felt as claim was made to her-or how she wouldn’t mind a repeat performance-be it with the four of them or just the three of them.
Nobody needn’t know how Carson enjoyed watching, Kate fuck Elizabeth against the wall: as Teyla continued sucking him hard. Or how, whilst Carson was fucking her from behind: Elizabeth was on her knees taking her in and how she enjoyed tasting Teyla as she deepened their kiss.
And nobody knows how or why, several of the chairs in the conference room broke.
Title: The Decision
Pairing: Weir/Teyla
Category: Angst
Word Count: 420
Challenge: 011-Cause and Effect, also forfanfic100 Prompt004-Insides
Timeline: Suspicion
Summary: In spite of the facade she continued to put up, in spite of her reassurance toward the diplomat that she would have done the same, had she been in Elizabeth’s shoes, deep down, Teyla felt resentment and perplexity at Elizabeth’s actions.
In spite of the facade she continued to put up, in spite of her reassurance toward the diplomat that she would have done the same, had she been in Elizabeth’s shoes, deep down, Teyla felt resentment and perplexity at Elizabeth’s actions.
Sheppard, Ford, McKay all defended her and continued to defend her and for that she will forever be in their depth, they were there, for her when she needed the support and understanding that only friends could provide.
“I wanted to thank you, for what you all did. For-”
“Why?” Aiden asked, his voice bearing confusion, “We accursed your people-”
Teyla raised her hand, silencing the slightly younger man. “The three of you, defended my people, you didn’t have to and yet, you did and for that, I am forever grateful.” She smiled, weakly. “Sergeant Bates has never trusted my people, perhaps in time, he will. But, we all know that, that day will never come, but as you, once said major, ‘Stranger things have happened’.” She shrugged. “I have always valued our friendship, our trust and our respect and today, today, you all made me aware of how much you trust and respect me.” She closed her eyes. “I wish the same could be said about Doctor Weir.”
“Teyla,” Sheppard began.
A soft smile formed on her lips, “I know, I’m being stupid, but…” she sighed, lowering her head, “Hailing could not believe the amount of trust and respect, I had for her…”
“That’s good, right?” Sheppard asked.
Her head rose as she replied, “Not, when the trust and respect is not returned.”
McKay finally spoke. “We all care for you, Teyla. But, Elizabeth…s-she was torn, as we all were, but…” He trailed off, hoping she’d get the message-she didn’t.
“I think what McKay’s trying to say is that she cares for you, more than you realize and the events over the past few days…weren’t easy for her, either.”
They stood up as Sheppard continued. “And I think it mightn’t be a bad idea, if the two of you spoke.”
Teyla studied her hands, “No, it wouldn’t.”
As they exited, Elizabeth entered. Her voice cracked as she spoke. “I’m so sorry, Teyla. And, I wish things, could’ve been different.”
Teyla smiled, weakly. “Me too. Me too.”
She walked toward the bed, taking Teyla’s hands into her own as she sat down. She gazed at younger woman, gingerly brushing her fingers over Teyla’s hands. “Where do we go from here?”
Teyla held her anguished gaze. “I do not, know.”
Pairing: Weir/Teyla slight mention of Sheppard/McKay
Rating: G *blinks*
POV: Heightmeyer
Word: 497
Challenge: 026-stromy
fanfic100 070-Storm Summary: There was no denying that they’ve had more than, their fair share of ups and downs-as you expect in any relationship, but Teyla and Elizabeth, seemed doomed from the start-like the Titanic.
Like many friendships or relationships in life-theirs had started off on the wrong foot. One of the Athosian children had wondered into one of the laboratory and touched something they shouldn’t have-the details are vague-after all I wasn’t there. Thankfully, the child hadn’t come to any harm, but they had to face the wrath known as Elizabeth Weir. Now, she may be ‘a people’s person’ but children aren’t her specialty as we were all found out.
So, how they managed to form a relationship, still bewilders, the majority of those residing in Atlantis-but not me. Always expect the unexpected as the motto goes.
There was no denying that they’ve had more than, their fair share of ups and downs-as you expect in any relationship, but Teyla and Elizabeth, seemed doomed from the start-like the Titanic.
At first, it was easy for them to separate their working lives, from their personal lives (rather them, than me) -they had managed the impossible. But like everything in life, it felt as if it was too good to last-and indeed it was.
Several months later and they can’t seem to separate the two. They’re worse than McKay and Sheppard-who we both, know are secretly fucking. At least McKay and Sheppard provide comedy-Elizabeth and Teyla are far from entertaining.
But I can’t seem to understand where Teyla and Elizabeth went wrong. It wasn’t as if they were two ill-suited people, misfits-mismatches. Hell, they were suited for each other, but perhaps that’s why it went wrong? Two women, who had so much in common and yet hardly had any time for one another, but all relationships, have their stormy and rocky moments, its human nature and part of the circle.
But its like I said-they were like the Titanic. So, why, am I here? Why am I doing this? Truth be told- I haven’t a clue. I mean, I should be relieved, after all I could finally reveal my feelings toward Elizabeth-but that’s not me and I can’t do that. Teyla and Elizabeth may be had more stormy moments in their relationship than any normal relationship-but hey, we’re residing in the Pegasus Galaxy-what’s normal about that? But, like everything else in life, second chances are there for a reason and their relationship-and if I’m lucky…and if Elizabeth forgives me then a three-way might be in the cards, but you never heard that from me.
“KATE?”
Speak of the devil. Now, you’re probably, wondering what I did. Why, what any sane, person would do-lock the two bitches….I mean lovers in the gym. Rodney is a genius, fiddling around with the control panel, setting it to lockdown.
“I have to go, now, Elizabeth. I have a client to see.”
“If you don’t unlock-”
“It’ll take McKay several hours to find and fix the fault.” A smirk formed on my lips. “So, until then you and Teyla, just hang in there…and make amends. I’ll come back in a few hours…so don’t go killing one another, okay?”
Title: Sweet Sensation
Category: Pre-slash
Challenge: 014-food
fanfic100 Prompt: 011-Red Timeline: Season one
Word count: 344
Summary: A small note poked out of the apples and strawberries, a smile formed on Weir’s lips as she read the single syllable: Enjoy.
Her eyes fell onto the fruit basket on her table, her eyebrow arched questioningly as she walked toward the basket.
The fresh and various colors of red greeted her-freshly ripped strawberries, cherries, apples and Athosian fruit, which she had yet to try.
A small note poked out of the apples and strawberries, a smile formed on Weir’s lips as she read the single syllable: Enjoy.
She picked up the basket and exited her office, fully aware of her desertion. “Peter?”
Grodin looked up from his laptop.
“Make sure that I’m not disturbed.”
A smirk began tugging at the corner of his lips, fully aware of why, Elizabeth didn’t want to be disturbed. “Understood,” he replied, ducking his head as the smirk broke out.
She knocked on the doors, waiting a moment or so, before the doors swished open in reply. As she entered, she raised the basket, “Thank you, for these.”
Teyla remained on her bed, a shy smiling emerging as she replied, “It was nothing. Major Sheppard, told me how, you are rather fond of red fruit particularly these kind and with the harvest looming around the corner, how could I not?”
Weir felt the heat rush toward her cheeks. “Well, seeing as how I couldn’t possibly manage this by myself, would you care to join me?” she asked, throwing an apple in Teyla’s direction.
Teyla grinned as she caught the apple.
“And, if you’re really lucky, Jools might make an apple pie.”
Teyla arched an eyebrow in response as the older woman sat on her bed. “If I had the time, then I’d show you…perhaps, when we make it back to Earth, I could show you.”
Teyla gazed at Weir-perhaps longer than she should have. “I would like that, although, I would like to do some real shopping.”
Weir grinned. “Oh that too. You’ll definitely love the whole shopping experience and if you’re lucky and play your cards right, I might even give you a massage.”
Teyla raised her eyebrow, questioningly, but said nothing as she took a bite into the apple.
Title: In the Dark
Challenge: 049-Dark
fanfic100 018-black Rating: G *shakes head*
Summary: Weir gazed at her, tucking a strand of her lose hair behind her ear, “Because, only I get to share with this you. This is our experience and our experience alone; nobody can take that away from us.”
Scene: East pier, balcony.
Weir wrapped her arms around the younger woman, inhaling her scent as Teyla sunk into her chest. “It’s so beautiful, don’t you think?” she murmured, nipping at Teyla’s earlobe.
Teyla grinned her eyes flickered up, meeting equally as bright green eyes. “Yes, it is,” she replied, her attention, now back on the breath-taking sight in front.
“Have you ever seen a total-eclipse, before?”
“No.”
“Really?” Weir’s voice bared surprise.
She rested her chin on Teyla’s shoulder, as she continued. “Then I guess that I’m really lucky.”
“How so?” Teyla asked her voice, barely above a whisper, her focus still on the total-eclipse.
Weir gazed at her, tucking a strand of her lose hair behind her ear, “Because, only I get to share with this you. This is our experience and our experience alone; nobody can take that away from us.”
Teyla watched in awe as the moon, now began parting from the sun.
“Isn’t it amazing?”
Teyla didn’t reply, too taken-in, too astounded, by the sight unfolding in front of her.
Silence had taken over as both women watched the rest of the parting of the eclipse in silence.
“I love, you.” Weir whispered, her warm breath drifting over Teyla’s ear as she broke the silence-the sun, now shone brightly, the moon out of slight.
Teyla twisted her neck in Weir’s direction, a full-smile emerged on her lips as she replied, “I love you too,” She twisted fully into Weir’s grasp, before claiming the older woman’s lips.
Title: Surrender
Challenge: 050-Rough for
fanfic100 Prompt outside-005Pairing: Weir/Teyla, with a dash of Weir/Teyla/Heightmeyer/Beckett
Rating: R
Word count: 500….damn this fic *should* be longer.
Summary: The first time wasn’t sweet, gentle, soft or prepared. The first time was full of urgency, arousal, want, desperation, need and desire.
A/N: Beckett’s one lucky bastard.
The first time wasn’t sweet, gentle, soft or prepared.
The first time was full of urgency, arousal, want, desperation, need and desire.
It was rough, hard-just what she needed-wanted it: Objects shattering, bruises, scratches, blood and cuts forming as a result.
Sweat mixed with arousal.
Lips and teeth exploring, biting every inch of the newly found flesh-leaving no skin-fragment untouched: deep trails of red as her nails sunk in further-deeper as she crashed hard, against the wall, whilst, Weir quickened her pace: Teyla's sweat dripping onto her skin as she continued to fuck Teyla, Teyla’s moans being swallowed as she began climaxing.
A smirk formed on Weir’s lips as she took in the Athosian’s taste, before finding herself against the wall and being fucked.
The following morning, questions arose: as to why Weir was limping around, wearing a sweater in the middle of the summer and why Teyla left her jacket on-even during sparring.
Nobody knows, what they did-what they do in their own time is their own business and nobody else’s: Nobody needn’t know that there was more to their friendship than meets the eye, nobody needn’t know that there wasn’t a single skin-fragment left unmarked-unclaimed, nobody needn’t know that their first time was rough, nobody needn’t know that during today’s pre-and-de-briefing, she ran her foot up-and-down-and-in-between Teyla’s legs: nobody needn’t know about the bruises, bite-marks, cuts or scratches, nobody needn’t know that in spite of the soreness, in spite of the tend ness, they plan for a repeat performance and nobody needn’t know that this time, they plan to use one of the conference rooms.
“Ah, Elizabeth.” Beckett’s voice rang out as he and Kate jogged toward both women. “Kate mentioned it to me and I couldn’t help, noticing that you’ve got a limp.”
Weir smirked, “You’re both rather observation. Would you like a cookie?”
An inexplicable smile formed on Kate’s lips as she replied, “I prefer muffins, myself.”
Weir laughed, softly, Beckett cleared his throat. “Yes, well…If don’t mind, us-me asking how did you get that limp?”
Nobody needn’t know, why several days later Beckett was limping around, pale as a ghost, wearing a hideous knitted Christmas sweater or why Heightmeyer kept her jacket on and refused to sit or bend down without a certain amount of pillows.
Nobody knows about the bruises, bite-marks or scratches that covered both Kate and Carson-not a single skin-fragment had been left unclaimed-unmarked.
Nobody needn’t know the pleasure and pain Kate felt as claim was made to her-or how she wouldn’t mind a repeat performance-be it with the four of them or just the three of them.
Nobody needn’t know how Carson enjoyed watching, Kate fuck Elizabeth against the wall: as Teyla continued sucking him hard. Or how, whilst Carson was fucking her from behind: Elizabeth was on her knees taking her in and how she enjoyed tasting Teyla as she deepened their kiss.
And nobody knows how or why, several of the chairs in the conference room broke.
Title: The Decision
Pairing: Weir/Teyla
Category: Angst
Word Count: 420
Challenge: 011-Cause and Effect, also for
fanfic100 Prompt004-Insides Timeline: Suspicion
Summary: In spite of the facade she continued to put up, in spite of her reassurance toward the diplomat that she would have done the same, had she been in Elizabeth’s shoes, deep down, Teyla felt resentment and perplexity at Elizabeth’s actions.
In spite of the facade she continued to put up, in spite of her reassurance toward the diplomat that she would have done the same, had she been in Elizabeth’s shoes, deep down, Teyla felt resentment and perplexity at Elizabeth’s actions.
Sheppard, Ford, McKay all defended her and continued to defend her and for that she will forever be in their depth, they were there, for her when she needed the support and understanding that only friends could provide.
“I wanted to thank you, for what you all did. For-”
“Why?” Aiden asked, his voice bearing confusion, “We accursed your people-”
Teyla raised her hand, silencing the slightly younger man. “The three of you, defended my people, you didn’t have to and yet, you did and for that, I am forever grateful.” She smiled, weakly. “Sergeant Bates has never trusted my people, perhaps in time, he will. But, we all know that, that day will never come, but as you, once said major, ‘Stranger things have happened’.” She shrugged. “I have always valued our friendship, our trust and our respect and today, today, you all made me aware of how much you trust and respect me.” She closed her eyes. “I wish the same could be said about Doctor Weir.”
“Teyla,” Sheppard began.
A soft smile formed on her lips, “I know, I’m being stupid, but…” she sighed, lowering her head, “Hailing could not believe the amount of trust and respect, I had for her…”
“That’s good, right?” Sheppard asked.
Her head rose as she replied, “Not, when the trust and respect is not returned.”
McKay finally spoke. “We all care for you, Teyla. But, Elizabeth…s-she was torn, as we all were, but…” He trailed off, hoping she’d get the message-she didn’t.
“I think what McKay’s trying to say is that she cares for you, more than you realize and the events over the past few days…weren’t easy for her, either.”
They stood up as Sheppard continued. “And I think it mightn’t be a bad idea, if the two of you spoke.”
Teyla studied her hands, “No, it wouldn’t.”
As they exited, Elizabeth entered. Her voice cracked as she spoke. “I’m so sorry, Teyla. And, I wish things, could’ve been different.”
Teyla smiled, weakly. “Me too. Me too.”
She walked toward the bed, taking Teyla’s hands into her own as she sat down. She gazed at younger woman, gingerly brushing her fingers over Teyla’s hands. “Where do we go from here?”
Teyla held her anguished gaze. “I do not, know.”
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