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sga_flashficTitle: Risk of the Heart
Author: Tielan
Challenge: Harlequin Challenge at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Pairing: Elizabeth Weir/Ronan Dex
Notes: "Father, forgive me, for I have written Ronan/Weir..." *g*
Marrying for a business arrangement, Elizabeth Weir is no stranger to duty. But the heart wants what the heart wants, and from the moment she lays eyes on Ronan Dex, she knows here is a man whom she can trust with her soul. Can she overcome the desires of her heart and resign herself to a marriage of convenience, or will she take the risk of truly loving and being loved?
Risk of the Heart
[Elizabeth/Ronan]
Liz was aware of John's restlessness as they made the rounds of their guests.
His impatience grated against her already-strained nerves, tense from all the pleasantries of the engagement party. She wasn't any more comfortable with these displays than he, but she understood that they had to be seen, that this engagement - this partnership between them - had to be made as public as possible.
John only understood that this was a waste of time.
Just to spite him, she remained talking to her father's business associates from GenniiCorp longer than she otherwise would have. They had a tendency towards...forcefulness.
"Arrogant bastards," John muttered in her ear as they turned away. "I don't know why you put up with them. And that Kolya... Is that his first or his last name?"
Liz didn't know any more than he did. But she knew that his behaviour was getting on her nerves. "John," she interrupted, "will you get me a drink?"
"You want a drink?"
Liz curbed the urge to snap that she'd just said she wanted a drink. He had a habit of questioning her requests. "Orange juice. Please."
She watched him walk away and smoothed her hands down the rich red silk of her dress. It wasn't that she didn't like John, they were good friends, she was familiar with him - comfortable in a way. But their personalities grated and they saw the world from two very different viewpoints that were somehow irreconcilable every time they came up in conversation.
Oh, they'd make this marriage work - at least, Liz figured that John was stubborn enough to keep at it. She hoped so. He had an eye for good-looking women, and they usually had an eye for him.
He was at the drinks table now, speaking with on of his old friends from college. Liz recognised the woman - Chaya Sar from Santiago, Chile. She'd arrived in the city a fortnight ago, all dark mystery and flirting eyes, and John had seemed happy enough to flirt right back.
Liz hadn't exactly minded, but she hadn't been all that comfortable around the woman, either.
Then again, these days, she wasn't all that comfortable with anyone.
It's probably just engagement jitters, she told herself as John leaned over, murmuring something in the ear of the exotic beauty. You're reliving what happened with Simon, that's all. It's not going to be like that this time. Chaya's laugh rang out through the room, turning heads. It's not going to be like that this time!
"Elizabeth?"
She turned, startled out of her preoccupation, and met the dark gaze of a very tall man.
The Diamond ballroom at the Plaza Hotel was large and reasonably crowded, but he stuck out like a wolf in the middle of a herd of sheep.
Perhaps it was his height, looming far above most of the people in the room; perhaps it was the air of distance he carried about him - a man who held his own space; perhaps it was just that he still wore a sheepskin jacket against the chill bite of a Boston February.
Or perhaps it was the way he looked at her, with unexpected gentleness, a complete stranger in a room of people who were hardly less. Liz felt the shock of that kindness reverberate through her, electric, and felt naked, stripped bare.
She tore her gaze from the stranger, and her eye alighted on the woman who'd called her name and was even now crossing the room to greet her.
Liz smiled, "Teyla!" Their hands met and the women kissed cheeks, the shorter Teyla smiling up at her friend. "I'm glad you could make it."
"I am glad we could make it, too," confessed the other woman. "You look lovely."
"Thank you," Liz said, focusing on the part of Teyla's sentence that intrigued her most. "'We'?"
A man moved up behind Teyla, clearly accompanying her, and Teyla turned to catch his eye with a smile. "Elizabeth, I would like you to meet Ronan - Ronan Dex, this is Elizabeth Weir."
Liz looked up into the dark eyes of the man she'd seen from across the room and, once again, felt her world spin on the unexpected pivot of this stranger.
And then he spoke her name, soft and low, light and tender.
"Elizabeth."
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Author: Tielan
Challenge: Harlequin Challenge at
sga_flashficPairing: Elizabeth Weir/Ronan Dex
Notes: "Father, forgive me, for I have written Ronan/Weir..." *g*
Marrying for a business arrangement, Elizabeth Weir is no stranger to duty. But the heart wants what the heart wants, and from the moment she lays eyes on Ronan Dex, she knows here is a man whom she can trust with her soul. Can she overcome the desires of her heart and resign herself to a marriage of convenience, or will she take the risk of truly loving and being loved?
Risk of the Heart
[Elizabeth/Ronan]
Liz was aware of John's restlessness as they made the rounds of their guests.
His impatience grated against her already-strained nerves, tense from all the pleasantries of the engagement party. She wasn't any more comfortable with these displays than he, but she understood that they had to be seen, that this engagement - this partnership between them - had to be made as public as possible.
John only understood that this was a waste of time.
Just to spite him, she remained talking to her father's business associates from GenniiCorp longer than she otherwise would have. They had a tendency towards...forcefulness.
"Arrogant bastards," John muttered in her ear as they turned away. "I don't know why you put up with them. And that Kolya... Is that his first or his last name?"
Liz didn't know any more than he did. But she knew that his behaviour was getting on her nerves. "John," she interrupted, "will you get me a drink?"
"You want a drink?"
Liz curbed the urge to snap that she'd just said she wanted a drink. He had a habit of questioning her requests. "Orange juice. Please."
She watched him walk away and smoothed her hands down the rich red silk of her dress. It wasn't that she didn't like John, they were good friends, she was familiar with him - comfortable in a way. But their personalities grated and they saw the world from two very different viewpoints that were somehow irreconcilable every time they came up in conversation.
Oh, they'd make this marriage work - at least, Liz figured that John was stubborn enough to keep at it. She hoped so. He had an eye for good-looking women, and they usually had an eye for him.
He was at the drinks table now, speaking with on of his old friends from college. Liz recognised the woman - Chaya Sar from Santiago, Chile. She'd arrived in the city a fortnight ago, all dark mystery and flirting eyes, and John had seemed happy enough to flirt right back.
Liz hadn't exactly minded, but she hadn't been all that comfortable around the woman, either.
Then again, these days, she wasn't all that comfortable with anyone.
It's probably just engagement jitters, she told herself as John leaned over, murmuring something in the ear of the exotic beauty. You're reliving what happened with Simon, that's all. It's not going to be like that this time. Chaya's laugh rang out through the room, turning heads. It's not going to be like that this time!
"Elizabeth?"
She turned, startled out of her preoccupation, and met the dark gaze of a very tall man.
The Diamond ballroom at the Plaza Hotel was large and reasonably crowded, but he stuck out like a wolf in the middle of a herd of sheep.
Perhaps it was his height, looming far above most of the people in the room; perhaps it was the air of distance he carried about him - a man who held his own space; perhaps it was just that he still wore a sheepskin jacket against the chill bite of a Boston February.
Or perhaps it was the way he looked at her, with unexpected gentleness, a complete stranger in a room of people who were hardly less. Liz felt the shock of that kindness reverberate through her, electric, and felt naked, stripped bare.
She tore her gaze from the stranger, and her eye alighted on the woman who'd called her name and was even now crossing the room to greet her.
Liz smiled, "Teyla!" Their hands met and the women kissed cheeks, the shorter Teyla smiling up at her friend. "I'm glad you could make it."
"I am glad we could make it, too," confessed the other woman. "You look lovely."
"Thank you," Liz said, focusing on the part of Teyla's sentence that intrigued her most. "'We'?"
A man moved up behind Teyla, clearly accompanying her, and Teyla turned to catch his eye with a smile. "Elizabeth, I would like you to meet Ronan - Ronan Dex, this is Elizabeth Weir."
Liz looked up into the dark eyes of the man she'd seen from across the room and, once again, felt her world spin on the unexpected pivot of this stranger.
And then he spoke her name, soft and low, light and tender.
"Elizabeth."
--
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Date: 2005-09-17 05:18 pm (UTC)This is just adorable. I love how you threw bits of canon in, especially John flirting with Chaya :)
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Date: 2005-09-17 10:09 pm (UTC)So do I! But no cigar just yet.
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Date: 2005-09-17 06:30 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-17 10:08 pm (UTC)To be honest, Elizabeth/Ronan never crossed my mind either until someone asked me to write the 'first paragraph' of a their pairing.
I was "Liz/Ronan - WTF?" until I read this meta by
And now I have bunnies.
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Date: 2005-09-17 06:43 pm (UTC)*squee!*
(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-17 10:05 pm (UTC)No! Not the plotbunnies! Anything but the plotbunnies!
*sighs* Atlantis didn't even show this week.
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Date: 2005-09-17 07:10 pm (UTC)Now write more! Please. Pretty Please!
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Date: 2005-09-17 10:02 pm (UTC)*has two ficathons to finish in the next 10 days*
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Date: 2005-09-18 01:01 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-18 01:21 am (UTC)Yet.Ever thought of writing some yourself?
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Date: 2005-09-18 01:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-18 01:49 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-18 01:48 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2005-09-18 01:50 am (UTC)And you're surprised? *tuts*
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Date: 2005-09-23 10:54 pm (UTC)