"This is Your Life" SGA Ficlit (Fifth part of Better Later Than Never)
Sooo... finally *grin*
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate Atlantis, if I did, season 4 would be different. *grin* The grand high Mucky Mucks own it, alas and alack. I am making no money from this ficlit and no copyright infringement is intended. Any similarity to any story not my own is coincidence.
Title: This is Your Life(a fifth part of Better Later Than Never)
Genre: SGA; John/Elizabeth; AU of course
Rating: NC-17; rated for graphic sex
Timeline: Sometime during Season 4; Five weeks after "An Ocean Full of Stars"
Warning: Contains contents based on certain spoilers for season 4. And it's me, so include a warning for high sugar/sap content. Also please note rating, I don't want to offend anyone.
This is another quick continuation of Better Later Than Never; Dream a Little Dream; Office Space; and An Ocean Full of Stars
This is Your Life
“We received the information at 1900 with the weekly report from Earth…”
John walked almost blindly down the corridor that lead to his quarters. The paper that General Carter had handed him was crumpled into a tight ball in his fist. Still, he continued to clench his hand so hard around the report that his knuckles were white with the strain.
“It was a bomb…”
John practically stumbled through his door. He made it to his bed somehow and sat down heavily, feeling the mattress sink beneath him with his sudden weight.
“Five weeks ago…and we’re just finding out today?”
“Yes… it was difficult to get information out of the area and what she was doing was highly classified…”
“Five weeks,” he murmured into the still air. “That’s why…”
John caught the glimmer of the small Ancient device at the edge of his vision. He turned in a sudden rage to the night table and reached for it, flinging the device to the wall. It shattered with a bright shower of pieces scattering themselves over the floor.
“I’m sorry, John. I know that she was your… friend…”
“Oh God… Beth…” he nearly sobbed, laying back in his bed and flinging an arm over his eyes, as if he could somehow block out the world of pain that he had suddenly found himself in.
“John…” the voice called to him. “John… wake up,” it persisted, trying to call him up and out of the darkness. “John, please… I need you…”
It was the last, Elizabeth’s voice calling to him, that brought him up from his grief induced insensibility.
“Not asleep,” he mumbled as he blinked in the dim light of his quarters. In comparison, the glow at the end of his bed might have almost been a sun for its relative brightness. And as John watched, the small blue glow faded to white. In a matter of moments it became a familiar shape.
“Beth…” he whispered.
Elizabeth was sitting at the edge of his bed, a faint luminousness still filling her ocean green eyes a moment, before their appearance became what it had always been.
“This is the part where I say this must be a dream,” John said dully even though he could feel the delicate weight of her at the edge of the mattress.
“But we both know that dreams can be real,” Elizabeth responded.
“You’re dead,” John replied in a flat voice.
“They think I am,” Elizabeth agreed, causing John to look at her closely. Suddenly, he gave a rueful, pained laugh.
“Oh God, McKay’s right… what is it with me and Ascended women anyway…”
His laugh became almost hysterical until Elizabeth abruptly stopped it with a kiss. For a moment, John didn’t respond, but as the kiss became more passionate, it became undeniable. Almost helplessly, John’s entire world became Elizabeth’s lips; her tongue; the taste of her; the feel of her in his arms as she shifted to wrap herself around him.
“I’m here,” Elizabeth whispered before she helped John out of his black t-shirt, her hands caressing, assuring him of the truth of her words.
His own hands slid to the knot of fabric at the back of her neck.
“I thought that they had rules against this sort of thing,” John murmured into her dark hair. “Interfering with us mere mortals…”
“I don’t care.”
John pulled back enough to look into her eyes and was surprised to see that she meant it.
“I don’t care,” she insisted, undoing the knot of fabric herself and slipping her green summer dress down.
“I still love that dress,” John murmured, taking a moment to admire the sight of her half-naked and straddling his lap. “But Elizabeth… this is… God this is very weird.”
Unexpectedly, she laughed. “We’ve made love in a field of stars, but this is too weird for you?”
He gave her a wry smile in response. “That was a dream. I very real dream, but…”
“I’m here, John; really here; all of me.”
“But you’re…”
“Your Beth,” she interrupted him. “Right now, that’s all that matters.”
She kissed him until they were both breathless.
“We have this night,” Elizabeth said, echoing their first goodbye.
“One night…” he said, his voice as close to breaking as it had ever been.
“It’s more than some people ever get,” Elizabeth insisted.
“You…” John whispered.
“You’ll always have me.”
“But one night,” he countered. “I have you just this one night,” he said softly, hiding his face in her hair. Elizabeth felt John’s hot tears fall on the curve of her neck and she urged him to look at her. She cradled his face in her hands and made him look into her eyes.
“You’ll always have me, John. I’m always going to be your Beth.” She kissed him fiercely, willing him to believe her.
“Always,” she declared before kissing him again, trying to draw him into unquestioning passion.
With a half-groan, half-growl, John pulled Elizabeth flush against him before letting his hands start a long, slow slide down the contour of her spine. They rested hot against the small of her back as he brought his mouth to the curve of her neck where his tears still glistened. He licked the moisture away before nuzzling gently
“Always,” she repeated adamantly as his caress became more demanding, leaving a mark; his name on her skin.
“My Beth,” John finally agreed before kissing her with an almost desperate need that she returned. “My only Beth…”
His hands slid to her hips as she started to rock against him slowly and deliberately, teasing herself and him with the movement. Elizabeth’s own hands danced along John’s skin.
“Lizabeth…”
Gently, she urged him to lay back beneath her before using her mouth to retrace the path of her hands.
“Oh God, Beth… do you know how good that feels?” John groaned as Elizabeth circled the tip of her tongue around his nipple.
She gave him a playful smile touched with hints of something far more primal and mysterious.
“No…” she purred unexpectedly. “Tell me…” she replied, sliding back down his body trailing kisses like rose petals in her wake. “Everything…” she murmured against his skin as she helped him free of the rest of his clothes before removing her own dress.
“That you feel…” she whispered, blowing a warm breath over the tip of his erection and causing him to twitch.
“Beth…” John half-moaned, half-gasped.
“Hot?” she breathed, her lips brushing against his skin in a tantalizing caress before she took him into her mouth with a languid passion.
“Yes…”
“Aching?” she whispered, circling her tongue around the tip of him.
“Oh God… yes…”
“Needing to be touched…” she said, brushing his inner thoughts even as she took him back into her mouth.
“My God, Beth…” John drawled in overwhelming ecstasy. He moaned deeply as she caressed him, bringing him to the desperate edge before he reached for her, urging her upwards.
John met her eyes. “I love you, Elizabeth.”
“I know,” she replied softly.
“Always,” he vowed.
“John…”
“Always,” he repeated and in one fluid motion he had her beneath him and was sliding into her, trying to move as languidly as she had done. But he quickly discovered that it was too much; he was awash in a sea of emotion. He shuddered and shook with it.
“Lizabeth… I can’t…” he gasped in a shaky voice.
She wrapped legs tight around him. “Be with me, John… just be with me,” she urged him, and it was enough. Together they found a rhythm; an ebb and tide of gravities.
“Be with me,” Elizabeth gasped as they came closer to the shimmering center of something waiting between them. “Be with me…” she gasped again before coming with a bright, joyous cry that John added his own ragged breath to a moment later.
Slowly then, John lowered himself on trembling arms until he lay next to Elizabeth on the small bed. They shifted until they found a comfortable place entwined together.
“This is really goodbye,” John finally murmured in a low voice, unconsciously gripping Elizabeth tighter as he did so.
She took a shuddering breath. Then almost too quietly for John to hear, she whispered, “Before… did you mean…” She took another deep breath, as if plunging into unknown waters. “Did you mean what you said before about you, and I, and a baby… a life together?”
She shifted until she was lying half atop him and looking into his eyes.
“Yes,” John replied, answering her question unexpectedly without a moment’s hesitation.
“Do you trust me?” she asked suddenly, seemingly apropos of nothing.
Slowly, John nodded. “With my life.”
“Surrender to me…” she murmured.
“Yes…” he replied in a low voice.
Elizabeth smiled softly then kissed him almost chastely. For a moment, there was just the softness of her lips and John lost himself in it until he felt a floating, dizzying sensation. As she deepened the kiss, the sensation intensified, changed until it was almost overwhelming and there was the quietly impossible sense of time blurring and slowing, all at once.
Together they lived a lifetime in a moment; children, a home, growing old together, a wealth of memories…
“A daughter…” John gasped as he emerged from the moment. He met Elizabeth’s eyes. “You gave us a daughter… and a… what was that?”
“Our life… a gift… memories of us… as… as it should have been,” Elizabeth replied. “A goodbye…” she added sadly.
She rose, reluctantly stepping away.
“Beth… wait…” John said, sitting up and almost reaching for her.
She paused, then turned slowly back to him.
“Why?” John asked, leaving the question open to whatever answer she was going to give him.
Elizabeth walked slowly back to him. She smiled softly and cradled his head in her hands, burying her fingers in his wild hair. “Because you called me, Beth,” she said tenderly.
She kissed him before stepping back once more.
“I’ll wait for you,” John said suddenly.
“What?”
“I’ll wait for you, Beth. Promise me that you’ll come back, and I’ll wait.”
“John no… you have to…”
“Always, ‘Lizabeth,” he interrupted her.
She met the naked honesty and love in his darkened eyes. “I’ll come back,” she promised.
He rose to meet her. “I’ll be waiting for you.”
John gave her one last kiss before her form faded in a gentle blue halo of light…
Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate Atlantis, if I did, season 4 would be different. *grin* The grand high Mucky Mucks own it, alas and alack. I am making no money from this ficlit and no copyright infringement is intended. Any similarity to any story not my own is coincidence.
Title: This is Your Life(a fifth part of Better Later Than Never)
Genre: SGA; John/Elizabeth; AU of course
Rating: NC-17; rated for graphic sex
Timeline: Sometime during Season 4; Five weeks after "An Ocean Full of Stars"
Warning: Contains contents based on certain spoilers for season 4. And it's me, so include a warning for high sugar/sap content. Also please note rating, I don't want to offend anyone.
This is another quick continuation of Better Later Than Never; Dream a Little Dream; Office Space; and An Ocean Full of Stars
This is Your Life
“We received the information at 1900 with the weekly report from Earth…”
John walked almost blindly down the corridor that lead to his quarters. The paper that General Carter had handed him was crumpled into a tight ball in his fist. Still, he continued to clench his hand so hard around the report that his knuckles were white with the strain.
“It was a bomb…”
John practically stumbled through his door. He made it to his bed somehow and sat down heavily, feeling the mattress sink beneath him with his sudden weight.
“Five weeks ago…and we’re just finding out today?”
“Yes… it was difficult to get information out of the area and what she was doing was highly classified…”
“Five weeks,” he murmured into the still air. “That’s why…”
John caught the glimmer of the small Ancient device at the edge of his vision. He turned in a sudden rage to the night table and reached for it, flinging the device to the wall. It shattered with a bright shower of pieces scattering themselves over the floor.
“I’m sorry, John. I know that she was your… friend…”
“Oh God… Beth…” he nearly sobbed, laying back in his bed and flinging an arm over his eyes, as if he could somehow block out the world of pain that he had suddenly found himself in.
“John…” the voice called to him. “John… wake up,” it persisted, trying to call him up and out of the darkness. “John, please… I need you…”
It was the last, Elizabeth’s voice calling to him, that brought him up from his grief induced insensibility.
“Not asleep,” he mumbled as he blinked in the dim light of his quarters. In comparison, the glow at the end of his bed might have almost been a sun for its relative brightness. And as John watched, the small blue glow faded to white. In a matter of moments it became a familiar shape.
“Beth…” he whispered.
Elizabeth was sitting at the edge of his bed, a faint luminousness still filling her ocean green eyes a moment, before their appearance became what it had always been.
“This is the part where I say this must be a dream,” John said dully even though he could feel the delicate weight of her at the edge of the mattress.
“But we both know that dreams can be real,” Elizabeth responded.
“You’re dead,” John replied in a flat voice.
“They think I am,” Elizabeth agreed, causing John to look at her closely. Suddenly, he gave a rueful, pained laugh.
“Oh God, McKay’s right… what is it with me and Ascended women anyway…”
His laugh became almost hysterical until Elizabeth abruptly stopped it with a kiss. For a moment, John didn’t respond, but as the kiss became more passionate, it became undeniable. Almost helplessly, John’s entire world became Elizabeth’s lips; her tongue; the taste of her; the feel of her in his arms as she shifted to wrap herself around him.
“I’m here,” Elizabeth whispered before she helped John out of his black t-shirt, her hands caressing, assuring him of the truth of her words.
His own hands slid to the knot of fabric at the back of her neck.
“I thought that they had rules against this sort of thing,” John murmured into her dark hair. “Interfering with us mere mortals…”
“I don’t care.”
John pulled back enough to look into her eyes and was surprised to see that she meant it.
“I don’t care,” she insisted, undoing the knot of fabric herself and slipping her green summer dress down.
“I still love that dress,” John murmured, taking a moment to admire the sight of her half-naked and straddling his lap. “But Elizabeth… this is… God this is very weird.”
Unexpectedly, she laughed. “We’ve made love in a field of stars, but this is too weird for you?”
He gave her a wry smile in response. “That was a dream. I very real dream, but…”
“I’m here, John; really here; all of me.”
“But you’re…”
“Your Beth,” she interrupted him. “Right now, that’s all that matters.”
She kissed him until they were both breathless.
“We have this night,” Elizabeth said, echoing their first goodbye.
“One night…” he said, his voice as close to breaking as it had ever been.
“It’s more than some people ever get,” Elizabeth insisted.
“You…” John whispered.
“You’ll always have me.”
“But one night,” he countered. “I have you just this one night,” he said softly, hiding his face in her hair. Elizabeth felt John’s hot tears fall on the curve of her neck and she urged him to look at her. She cradled his face in her hands and made him look into her eyes.
“You’ll always have me, John. I’m always going to be your Beth.” She kissed him fiercely, willing him to believe her.
“Always,” she declared before kissing him again, trying to draw him into unquestioning passion.
With a half-groan, half-growl, John pulled Elizabeth flush against him before letting his hands start a long, slow slide down the contour of her spine. They rested hot against the small of her back as he brought his mouth to the curve of her neck where his tears still glistened. He licked the moisture away before nuzzling gently
“Always,” she repeated adamantly as his caress became more demanding, leaving a mark; his name on her skin.
“My Beth,” John finally agreed before kissing her with an almost desperate need that she returned. “My only Beth…”
His hands slid to her hips as she started to rock against him slowly and deliberately, teasing herself and him with the movement. Elizabeth’s own hands danced along John’s skin.
“Lizabeth…”
Gently, she urged him to lay back beneath her before using her mouth to retrace the path of her hands.
“Oh God, Beth… do you know how good that feels?” John groaned as Elizabeth circled the tip of her tongue around his nipple.
She gave him a playful smile touched with hints of something far more primal and mysterious.
“No…” she purred unexpectedly. “Tell me…” she replied, sliding back down his body trailing kisses like rose petals in her wake. “Everything…” she murmured against his skin as she helped him free of the rest of his clothes before removing her own dress.
“That you feel…” she whispered, blowing a warm breath over the tip of his erection and causing him to twitch.
“Beth…” John half-moaned, half-gasped.
“Hot?” she breathed, her lips brushing against his skin in a tantalizing caress before she took him into her mouth with a languid passion.
“Yes…”
“Aching?” she whispered, circling her tongue around the tip of him.
“Oh God… yes…”
“Needing to be touched…” she said, brushing his inner thoughts even as she took him back into her mouth.
“My God, Beth…” John drawled in overwhelming ecstasy. He moaned deeply as she caressed him, bringing him to the desperate edge before he reached for her, urging her upwards.
John met her eyes. “I love you, Elizabeth.”
“I know,” she replied softly.
“Always,” he vowed.
“John…”
“Always,” he repeated and in one fluid motion he had her beneath him and was sliding into her, trying to move as languidly as she had done. But he quickly discovered that it was too much; he was awash in a sea of emotion. He shuddered and shook with it.
“Lizabeth… I can’t…” he gasped in a shaky voice.
She wrapped legs tight around him. “Be with me, John… just be with me,” she urged him, and it was enough. Together they found a rhythm; an ebb and tide of gravities.
“Be with me,” Elizabeth gasped as they came closer to the shimmering center of something waiting between them. “Be with me…” she gasped again before coming with a bright, joyous cry that John added his own ragged breath to a moment later.
Slowly then, John lowered himself on trembling arms until he lay next to Elizabeth on the small bed. They shifted until they found a comfortable place entwined together.
“This is really goodbye,” John finally murmured in a low voice, unconsciously gripping Elizabeth tighter as he did so.
She took a shuddering breath. Then almost too quietly for John to hear, she whispered, “Before… did you mean…” She took another deep breath, as if plunging into unknown waters. “Did you mean what you said before about you, and I, and a baby… a life together?”
She shifted until she was lying half atop him and looking into his eyes.
“Yes,” John replied, answering her question unexpectedly without a moment’s hesitation.
“Do you trust me?” she asked suddenly, seemingly apropos of nothing.
Slowly, John nodded. “With my life.”
“Surrender to me…” she murmured.
“Yes…” he replied in a low voice.
Elizabeth smiled softly then kissed him almost chastely. For a moment, there was just the softness of her lips and John lost himself in it until he felt a floating, dizzying sensation. As she deepened the kiss, the sensation intensified, changed until it was almost overwhelming and there was the quietly impossible sense of time blurring and slowing, all at once.
Together they lived a lifetime in a moment; children, a home, growing old together, a wealth of memories…
“A daughter…” John gasped as he emerged from the moment. He met Elizabeth’s eyes. “You gave us a daughter… and a… what was that?”
“Our life… a gift… memories of us… as… as it should have been,” Elizabeth replied. “A goodbye…” she added sadly.
She rose, reluctantly stepping away.
“Beth… wait…” John said, sitting up and almost reaching for her.
She paused, then turned slowly back to him.
“Why?” John asked, leaving the question open to whatever answer she was going to give him.
Elizabeth walked slowly back to him. She smiled softly and cradled his head in her hands, burying her fingers in his wild hair. “Because you called me, Beth,” she said tenderly.
She kissed him before stepping back once more.
“I’ll wait for you,” John said suddenly.
“What?”
“I’ll wait for you, Beth. Promise me that you’ll come back, and I’ll wait.”
“John no… you have to…”
“Always, ‘Lizabeth,” he interrupted her.
She met the naked honesty and love in his darkened eyes. “I’ll come back,” she promised.
He rose to meet her. “I’ll be waiting for you.”
John gave her one last kiss before her form faded in a gentle blue halo of light…