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Also, the 2006 fanfic listing has been updated. Hot damn, I've been prolific this year.
Summary: The moment she walked into Atlantis, Elizabeth Weir changed.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Sony and MGM own all things Stargate Atlantis. I'm only borrowing and will return them at the end of the fic.
Setting: After "Critical Mass" (SGA 213)
Word count:: 357 small words
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She didn't know who she was any more. The old Dr. Elizabeth Weir had rules, morals. Lines she would never cross, lines drawn heavy and black in the sand.
The waves of Atlantis had washed those lines away.
She had been convinced that Kavanagh had sabotaged the city. In her conviction, she was willing to let Ronon torture the man to get the access code to save them all.
A week later, in the cold light of hindsight, she still couldn't name what had prompted her assumption. Was it the evidence, presented in a cold and impartial fashion? Was it that Kavanagh made himself look as guilty as possible? Or was it the rushing panic, knowing that if Elizabeth didn't do something to figure out who had sabotaged her city, everyone on the expedition would die?
These people depended on her to make decisions, to keep them safe at almost any cost. She couldn't have let them die.
But the cost.
Kavanagh was heading back to Earth on the Daedalus. He had probably already tried to file charges against her at the SGC, for all the good it would do him.
For her entire life, Elizabeth had set her faith in diplomacy. Violence and war were the acts of last resort, to be used only when all other means had failed. Violence was the last resort of other men. She was different. She was above that.
No longer. It didn't matter that Ronon would have been the one to hold the blade; she had ordered him to do it. If Ronon wielded the knife, she wielded him, a living weapon to be used in desperate times. He accepted the situation; she still could not believe she had come to this.
If anyone else under her command had ordered what she did, she'd have had their head. Maybe that was why Sheppard had looked to her, not saying a word. It was her decision to make, her responsibility to bear.
The worse part was that Elizabeth knew she would make the same decision again.
Atlantis had changed her, and most days she couldn't bring herself to be sorry.
Also, the 2006 fanfic listing has been updated. Hot damn, I've been prolific this year.
Walk the Line
A Stargate Atlantis ficlette
A Stargate Atlantis ficlette
Summary: The moment she walked into Atlantis, Elizabeth Weir changed.
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Sony and MGM own all things Stargate Atlantis. I'm only borrowing and will return them at the end of the fic.
Setting: After "Critical Mass" (SGA 213)
Word count:: 357 small words
She didn't know who she was any more. The old Dr. Elizabeth Weir had rules, morals. Lines she would never cross, lines drawn heavy and black in the sand.
The waves of Atlantis had washed those lines away.
She had been convinced that Kavanagh had sabotaged the city. In her conviction, she was willing to let Ronon torture the man to get the access code to save them all.
A week later, in the cold light of hindsight, she still couldn't name what had prompted her assumption. Was it the evidence, presented in a cold and impartial fashion? Was it that Kavanagh made himself look as guilty as possible? Or was it the rushing panic, knowing that if Elizabeth didn't do something to figure out who had sabotaged her city, everyone on the expedition would die?
These people depended on her to make decisions, to keep them safe at almost any cost. She couldn't have let them die.
But the cost.
Kavanagh was heading back to Earth on the Daedalus. He had probably already tried to file charges against her at the SGC, for all the good it would do him.
For her entire life, Elizabeth had set her faith in diplomacy. Violence and war were the acts of last resort, to be used only when all other means had failed. Violence was the last resort of other men. She was different. She was above that.
No longer. It didn't matter that Ronon would have been the one to hold the blade; she had ordered him to do it. If Ronon wielded the knife, she wielded him, a living weapon to be used in desperate times. He accepted the situation; she still could not believe she had come to this.
If anyone else under her command had ordered what she did, she'd have had their head. Maybe that was why Sheppard had looked to her, not saying a word. It was her decision to make, her responsibility to bear.
The worse part was that Elizabeth knew she would make the same decision again.
Atlantis had changed her, and most days she couldn't bring herself to be sorry.
the end
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Date: 2006-06-08 09:22 pm (UTC)Just a few nitpicks - the canon spelling for the long haired jerk is Kavanagh not Cavanaugh, and you slipped up in para 8 and used Elisabeth not Elizabeth. Neither of which detracted from my enjoyment of the ficlet but I thought I should point them out.
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Date: 2006-06-08 09:28 pm (UTC)And thanks for the spellings :) I usually get names wrong when I "think" I remember how they are spelled. You'd think I'd learn. But no.
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Date: 2006-06-08 09:35 pm (UTC)I also feel ever so slightly cheated about a lack of Rodney follow up. Out of everybody in the room he was the one with the most recent experience of torture, yet he watched his colleagues/friends agree that torture was the best course of action. Oh well, for what the writers cheat me out of, there's always lots of fanfic to keep me happy : )
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Date: 2006-06-09 03:38 am (UTC)Remind me when Rodney was recently tortured? Was it in the Storm, or more recently?
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Date: 2006-06-09 05:38 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-09 05:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-09 10:05 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-08 10:50 pm (UTC)It's your own fault, what with being such a great author & such. You just inspire us all to be your cheerleaders, pep squad, & fan club.
This just added to my love of your fics... I loved that ep & getting her thoughts after that event was brill, it's something I've never dared think about. The lengths that the entire Atlantis crew go now is almost painful & it's very human. I love that you captured how she sees morality now, after all you push too much & well... I'm gonna stop gushing.
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Date: 2006-06-08 11:53 pm (UTC)I wasn't really into Liz at first, having been overwhelmed with the scruffy perfection that is John Sheppard, but she's really the one in charge. She makes the hard decsions. And the fact that Tori Higginson rocked it hardcore in season 2's The Long Goodbye has only a little to do with it.
I love the way the show isn't afraid to make these decisions (if only they'd follow up!). That's why fanfic is awesome. This fandom has great writers in it.
(Plus, I got this icon and had to write some Elizabeth fic.)
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Date: 2006-06-09 01:28 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2006-06-09 11:43 pm (UTC)Would you mind if I rec'd this?
Also, your SGA/BTVS fic... any arc spoilers in the fic? I know it says no episodic spoilers, but I'm trying to be careful. :D
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Date: 2006-06-09 11:45 pm (UTC)And you can rec away! I live for recs. (Well, no, I live for sno-cones, but that's a long story)
The real spoiler behind "Critical Mass" isn't in this drabble, so you can still be pleasantly surprised when you see the show :)
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Date: 2006-06-09 11:57 pm (UTC)How's that? Clear as mud?
Why she did it
Date: 2006-06-28 03:29 am (UTC)