[ooc; nexus100; 065]
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Characters: Elizabeth Weir, Marshall Sumner
Prompt: Passing
Word Count: 320
Rating: PG
Summary: Elizabeth wonders.
Author's Notes: Regular continuity. >_> For once. Probably heavily influenced by what little Weir/Sumner fanfic there is out there (goddamnit, people, WRITE MORE ;_;).
Elizabeth hasn't thought about Marshall Sumner in a long time. It's been so much easier not to; his premature death had set the tone for the first days of Atlantis, and in the wake of it, there'd been no time for real mourning.
She hadn't known him well enough for real mourning, she tells herself, but it's not entirely true. They'd worked closely together to get the expedition ready to go -- they'd become a team before the IOA, presenting a united front when there was no more margin for error. He'd never been quite what she expected him to be.
The idea of working with him, when she first heard of the man, hadn't been one she relished. The feeling hadn't gone away after their first meeting, or their second, but by the third she was beginning to realise that there was more to him than she'd been entirely interested in seeing. It fascinated her, and she found herself finding excuses to ask for his opinion (ridiculous, given how many things actually required it). He brought an angle to conversations that she wouldn't have thought of on her own -- in and of itself, not a good or bad thing.
They'd been--almost friends, she thinks. Almost something else, too, and she knows she can't blame that all on the wine. She'd been warm and a little tipsy and he'd smiled at her and she'd--wanted. But there'd been Simon, and Atlantis, and a thousand other reasons that they couldn't, and so they'd laughed together and let the moment pass, pretending that it had never been there to begin with.
She hasn't thought about him in a long time because every time she does, she wonders what it would have been like to fall in love with him.
Characters: Elizabeth Weir, Marshall Sumner
Prompt: Passing
Word Count: 320
Rating: PG
Summary: Elizabeth wonders.
Author's Notes: Regular continuity. >_> For once. Probably heavily influenced by what little Weir/Sumner fanfic there is out there (goddamnit, people, WRITE MORE ;_;).
Elizabeth hasn't thought about Marshall Sumner in a long time. It's been so much easier not to; his premature death had set the tone for the first days of Atlantis, and in the wake of it, there'd been no time for real mourning.
She hadn't known him well enough for real mourning, she tells herself, but it's not entirely true. They'd worked closely together to get the expedition ready to go -- they'd become a team before the IOA, presenting a united front when there was no more margin for error. He'd never been quite what she expected him to be.
The idea of working with him, when she first heard of the man, hadn't been one she relished. The feeling hadn't gone away after their first meeting, or their second, but by the third she was beginning to realise that there was more to him than she'd been entirely interested in seeing. It fascinated her, and she found herself finding excuses to ask for his opinion (ridiculous, given how many things actually required it). He brought an angle to conversations that she wouldn't have thought of on her own -- in and of itself, not a good or bad thing.
They'd been--almost friends, she thinks. Almost something else, too, and she knows she can't blame that all on the wine. She'd been warm and a little tipsy and he'd smiled at her and she'd--wanted. But there'd been Simon, and Atlantis, and a thousand other reasons that they couldn't, and so they'd laughed together and let the moment pass, pretending that it had never been there to begin with.
She hasn't thought about him in a long time because every time she does, she wonders what it would have been like to fall in love with him.