[ooc; nexus100; 005]
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Characters: Elizabeth Weir, John Sheppard (AU), Catherine Weir (OC)
Prompt: Outsides
Word Count: 361
Rating: PG
Summary: You couldn't be that man that I adore...I don't know him any more.
Author's Notes: This is ALTERNATE UNIVERSE. P.S character death.
Their marriage (together) lasted ten years -- almost exactly.
She didn't understand, on that last night together, that he was saying goodbye. That he was making sure she'd remember him (as though she could ever forget). It had been their anniversary. She'd been giddy and a little drunk and laughing with him, joyous that they'd made it so far and drinking to ten, twenty, thirty years more--
Except he took it all away.
The thing about John Sheppard was that he never did anything small. So when he left her -- when he just vanished into thin air -- he took their daughter, too. She was nine years old -- almost ten -- and he took her away. Elizabeth tore the multiverse apart to find them...and somehow never did. He told her alternate once that he was an expert in not being found, and fifteen years later, she has to concede that he was correct.
She's never understood why. There was no warning, no explanation. No note left behind to beg her forgiveness or make her see anything. Nothing. He was just...gone, between one moment and the next.
At first, she doesn't recognise the woman coming towards her. The dark glasses hide a good half of her face, beneath the beret. She's tall, thin, and youthful, but the thin hands that Elizabeth dimly realises are familiar are shaking. Elizabeth is sitting, quietly, on the porchswing John insisted on having as part of their new mainland home. Nearly thirty years since they first came to Atlantis, and it's safe enough again to be that--to be their home.
It was hardly home for this woman, and Elizabeth starts to push herself up to meet her, to try and fathom who she is and why she's here.
When she sees Elizabeth rising, she hurries, faster, until she can kneel at her feet and clasp the older woman's hands in her own, having pushed her sunglasses off. Red-rimmed green eyes gaze up at Elizabeth and she says, soft and full of tears, "Mama, he's dead."
He'd always left her on the outside.
Characters: Elizabeth Weir, John Sheppard (AU), Catherine Weir (OC)
Prompt: Outsides
Word Count: 361
Rating: PG
Summary: You couldn't be that man that I adore...I don't know him any more.
Author's Notes: This is ALTERNATE UNIVERSE. P.S character death.
Their marriage (together) lasted ten years -- almost exactly.
She didn't understand, on that last night together, that he was saying goodbye. That he was making sure she'd remember him (as though she could ever forget). It had been their anniversary. She'd been giddy and a little drunk and laughing with him, joyous that they'd made it so far and drinking to ten, twenty, thirty years more--
Except he took it all away.
The thing about John Sheppard was that he never did anything small. So when he left her -- when he just vanished into thin air -- he took their daughter, too. She was nine years old -- almost ten -- and he took her away. Elizabeth tore the multiverse apart to find them...and somehow never did. He told her alternate once that he was an expert in not being found, and fifteen years later, she has to concede that he was correct.
She's never understood why. There was no warning, no explanation. No note left behind to beg her forgiveness or make her see anything. Nothing. He was just...gone, between one moment and the next.
At first, she doesn't recognise the woman coming towards her. The dark glasses hide a good half of her face, beneath the beret. She's tall, thin, and youthful, but the thin hands that Elizabeth dimly realises are familiar are shaking. Elizabeth is sitting, quietly, on the porchswing John insisted on having as part of their new mainland home. Nearly thirty years since they first came to Atlantis, and it's safe enough again to be that--to be their home.
It was hardly home for this woman, and Elizabeth starts to push herself up to meet her, to try and fathom who she is and why she's here.
When she sees Elizabeth rising, she hurries, faster, until she can kneel at her feet and clasp the older woman's hands in her own, having pushed her sunglasses off. Red-rimmed green eyes gaze up at Elizabeth and she says, soft and full of tears, "Mama, he's dead."
He'd always left her on the outside.