Fic: A Certain Shore (SGA, Weir/Zelenka, PG) 1/1
Title: A Certain Shore
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: Weir/Zelenka
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, nor am I making any money off of this.
Spoilers: Grace Under Pressure
Summary: He is not a brave man, and he knows this.
Notes: Why yes, I do remember that I'm supposed to be writing Weir/Zelenka for fanfic100. And look, I've actually done one! For the prompt 'water'. 1100 words,set right after the ep Grace Under Pressure. Not beta'ed at this time, so if you see any boo-boos whisper them in my ear.
Elizabeth looked up as he entered, a small, private smile hovering on her lips before she looked back down at her work. Radek sighed and crossed behind her to sit on her bed while he waited. What he had to say was hard enough without fighting for her attention.
"Did you see Rodney again?" she asked as she flicked off her desk lamp. She twisted on her chair so that she was facing him, her toes tucked in and her palms pressed flat together between her knees. She was nervous, and he did not blame her.
"Yes. He is asleep, but Carson says that is a good thing. He still looks frightful, though."
Her eyes crinkled up at the edges as her lips quirked to one side. It was a look both mischievous and kind, and she always reminded him of some magical forest sprite when she sparkled like that. "I'm so glad he's going to be okay. We've got you to thank for that, you know. You and John worked so hard-"
"Elizabeth, stop, please." She looked startled, and Radek lowered his hand with a sigh. He slipped off his glasses, focusing on the glint of the lenses as he held them. "I am not a brave man. I know this. Now you know this. I don't know what else to say except for the truth."
He was vaguely aware of her crossing the room, her narrow feet clad in old socks moving in short steps. But the only thing he could really see was the entire ocean above him, black shadows and cold weight pressing down on him as he counted down the seconds in his head. Elizabeth sat down beside him, and he blinked away the memory.
She reached out and plucked his glasses from his fingers, folding them carefully before she set them on her night stand. He looked up at last, seeing all of the concern and sympathy that he had expected in her eyes.
"Radek." Elizabeth took a deep breath, narrowing her eyes like she did whenever she stepped up to a fight she was determined to win. "You are a very brave man, and you've shown me that over and over again. You wouldn't be here, in Atlantis, if you weren't, and you know it."
"I appreciate the sentiment, Elizabeth, but that does not change the fact that I am frightened of nearly everything here. It is not a good trait for someone on this expedition. You need people who are always dependable."
Elizabeth's fingers clenched around his own. He had not even realized she had taken his hand.
"You have never failed me. Yes, I had to remind you of the necessary course today, but that's no big deal. You're human." She smiled slyly. "I happen to like humans. They're pretty neat."
He looked away, rubbing at the bridge of his nose to block out her faith. Some day, perhaps, he would let her know how much that faith was a double-edged sword for him, always pricking him where it hurt when he would much rather give in. But not today.
"Radek," she said quietly, pleadingly.
"Thank you," he told her, dropping his hand so he could cup hers. He met her eyes, trying for a comforting smile. "I am all right. Rodney will punish me enough for my cowardice when he wakes up, I do not need to do it for him."
She snorted softly, but he wasn't sure if she was convinced. He pulled her to him, kissing her forehead before brushing a kiss over her lips.
"Sit with me for a while," Elizabeth said, scooting back against the wall.
Radek followed suit, and they bumped together awkwardly until they were both settled, Elizabeth with her head against his chest. Her hair tickled his chin, but he ignored it, breathing in the scent of her as he held her in his arms.
"You want to know something stupid?" She tilted her head back so he could almost see her eyes. Apparently his questioning eyebrow was a sign of assent. "I'm afraid of math."
"Math?" The question burst out of him without his permission, shocked and rather scandalized. He cleared his throat. "I'm sorry, I did not mean-"
Elizabeth laughed, a warm rumble into his breastbone. "No, I know, it's really weird. It's not that I can't do math if it's necessary. Hell, I even took calc in undergrad. But I always get nervous and tense whenever I have to do it."
"But why? You're incredibly intelligent. Even if it is not your strong area, I am sure that you are more than competent at it."
She nodded. Radek smoothed her hair down, then gently threaded his fingers through the strands as she answered.
"I think that's it. I'm competent, and when I was young my teachers always praised me. Somewhere along the way I got this crazy idea in my head that my being good at math was a symbol of the fight for female equality." She sighed. "It took me a long time to realize it was okay that I wasn't good at everything, but I could never let go of that little instant of panic I get whenever I have to do math. Crazy, huh?"
Elizabeth was twisting the hem of his shirt between her fingers, pulling it into a tight knot before letting go. He caught her hand, tapping their fingers together. "Not at all."
She straightened, leaning back so that they could see each other's eyes. "I could never do what you do, and not just because I don't have your gifts. I'd run screaming from the lab the first time someone chucked an equation at me."
He smiled at her, truly touched. "I promise that I will protect you from the evil whiteboard if it causes you trouble."
Elizabeth chuckled and curled into his chest again. "I'll hold you to that promise."
They sat together quietly for several minutes, taking strength from warmth, and understanding. The weight of the water in his head was only a distant thing, there but not pressing against him like it had been before. He thought about Rodney, how lost and grateful he had been when they finally got him out of the jumper. Radek hadn't truly believed that Rodney could be alive until that very moment.
"The math was very scary today," he confessed, still seeing the numbers that promised certain doom.
Elizabeth's arms tightened around his waist. "I know," she said quietly. "But you made it work."
Radek swallowed hard as he nodded. He was no Colonel Sheppard with his fearless power, nor even Rodney with all of the posturing and whining that hid a certain bravado, but perhaps he was not as undependable as he had thought. Elizabeth snuggled closer, sighing contentedly.
Perhaps he would borrow a little of that faith she had in him, for his very own.
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: Weir/Zelenka
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Not mine, nor am I making any money off of this.
Spoilers: Grace Under Pressure
Summary: He is not a brave man, and he knows this.
Notes: Why yes, I do remember that I'm supposed to be writing Weir/Zelenka for fanfic100. And look, I've actually done one! For the prompt 'water'. 1100 words,set right after the ep Grace Under Pressure. Not beta'ed at this time, so if you see any boo-boos whisper them in my ear.
Elizabeth looked up as he entered, a small, private smile hovering on her lips before she looked back down at her work. Radek sighed and crossed behind her to sit on her bed while he waited. What he had to say was hard enough without fighting for her attention.
"Did you see Rodney again?" she asked as she flicked off her desk lamp. She twisted on her chair so that she was facing him, her toes tucked in and her palms pressed flat together between her knees. She was nervous, and he did not blame her.
"Yes. He is asleep, but Carson says that is a good thing. He still looks frightful, though."
Her eyes crinkled up at the edges as her lips quirked to one side. It was a look both mischievous and kind, and she always reminded him of some magical forest sprite when she sparkled like that. "I'm so glad he's going to be okay. We've got you to thank for that, you know. You and John worked so hard-"
"Elizabeth, stop, please." She looked startled, and Radek lowered his hand with a sigh. He slipped off his glasses, focusing on the glint of the lenses as he held them. "I am not a brave man. I know this. Now you know this. I don't know what else to say except for the truth."
He was vaguely aware of her crossing the room, her narrow feet clad in old socks moving in short steps. But the only thing he could really see was the entire ocean above him, black shadows and cold weight pressing down on him as he counted down the seconds in his head. Elizabeth sat down beside him, and he blinked away the memory.
She reached out and plucked his glasses from his fingers, folding them carefully before she set them on her night stand. He looked up at last, seeing all of the concern and sympathy that he had expected in her eyes.
"Radek." Elizabeth took a deep breath, narrowing her eyes like she did whenever she stepped up to a fight she was determined to win. "You are a very brave man, and you've shown me that over and over again. You wouldn't be here, in Atlantis, if you weren't, and you know it."
"I appreciate the sentiment, Elizabeth, but that does not change the fact that I am frightened of nearly everything here. It is not a good trait for someone on this expedition. You need people who are always dependable."
Elizabeth's fingers clenched around his own. He had not even realized she had taken his hand.
"You have never failed me. Yes, I had to remind you of the necessary course today, but that's no big deal. You're human." She smiled slyly. "I happen to like humans. They're pretty neat."
He looked away, rubbing at the bridge of his nose to block out her faith. Some day, perhaps, he would let her know how much that faith was a double-edged sword for him, always pricking him where it hurt when he would much rather give in. But not today.
"Radek," she said quietly, pleadingly.
"Thank you," he told her, dropping his hand so he could cup hers. He met her eyes, trying for a comforting smile. "I am all right. Rodney will punish me enough for my cowardice when he wakes up, I do not need to do it for him."
She snorted softly, but he wasn't sure if she was convinced. He pulled her to him, kissing her forehead before brushing a kiss over her lips.
"Sit with me for a while," Elizabeth said, scooting back against the wall.
Radek followed suit, and they bumped together awkwardly until they were both settled, Elizabeth with her head against his chest. Her hair tickled his chin, but he ignored it, breathing in the scent of her as he held her in his arms.
"You want to know something stupid?" She tilted her head back so he could almost see her eyes. Apparently his questioning eyebrow was a sign of assent. "I'm afraid of math."
"Math?" The question burst out of him without his permission, shocked and rather scandalized. He cleared his throat. "I'm sorry, I did not mean-"
Elizabeth laughed, a warm rumble into his breastbone. "No, I know, it's really weird. It's not that I can't do math if it's necessary. Hell, I even took calc in undergrad. But I always get nervous and tense whenever I have to do it."
"But why? You're incredibly intelligent. Even if it is not your strong area, I am sure that you are more than competent at it."
She nodded. Radek smoothed her hair down, then gently threaded his fingers through the strands as she answered.
"I think that's it. I'm competent, and when I was young my teachers always praised me. Somewhere along the way I got this crazy idea in my head that my being good at math was a symbol of the fight for female equality." She sighed. "It took me a long time to realize it was okay that I wasn't good at everything, but I could never let go of that little instant of panic I get whenever I have to do math. Crazy, huh?"
Elizabeth was twisting the hem of his shirt between her fingers, pulling it into a tight knot before letting go. He caught her hand, tapping their fingers together. "Not at all."
She straightened, leaning back so that they could see each other's eyes. "I could never do what you do, and not just because I don't have your gifts. I'd run screaming from the lab the first time someone chucked an equation at me."
He smiled at her, truly touched. "I promise that I will protect you from the evil whiteboard if it causes you trouble."
Elizabeth chuckled and curled into his chest again. "I'll hold you to that promise."
They sat together quietly for several minutes, taking strength from warmth, and understanding. The weight of the water in his head was only a distant thing, there but not pressing against him like it had been before. He thought about Rodney, how lost and grateful he had been when they finally got him out of the jumper. Radek hadn't truly believed that Rodney could be alive until that very moment.
"The math was very scary today," he confessed, still seeing the numbers that promised certain doom.
Elizabeth's arms tightened around his waist. "I know," she said quietly. "But you made it work."
Radek swallowed hard as he nodded. He was no Colonel Sheppard with his fearless power, nor even Rodney with all of the posturing and whining that hid a certain bravado, but perhaps he was not as undependable as he had thought. Elizabeth snuggled closer, sighing contentedly.
Perhaps he would borrow a little of that faith she had in him, for his very own.