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Lessons Learned (PG) by Miriel
Title: Lessons Learned
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miriel
Beta:wymsie
Universe: Bridges
Pairing: Background Elizabeth Weir/Ladon Radim.
Author's Note: Apparently I'm on a roll, or something. This (like my other "Masks & Masquerade" submissions) is set in the Bridges universe, but doesn't require any detailed knowledge of it. For background on the Weir/Radim pairing, click here, but that's minor in the scope of things.
The first thing Elizabeth learned about politics as a summer intern on Capital Hill was that image is everything.
The first thing Elizabeth learned about diplomacy after she made it into the state department was that image is half of everything, and the other half is hard realism. The trick was knowing what to use, and when to use it.
Elizabeth was a realist in private, and an optimist in public.
Take family, for example. Publicly, she loved her parents dearly. She'd like to eventually marry and have children; she just hadn't found the right man yet.
Privately, she realized that she would never have (and more importantly, never wanted) a picket fence and 2.3 children around the same time she concluded that there would never be world peace. Sure, they were both beautiful, fluffy ideals, but she functioned best in a state of mild crisis. Her idea of a crisis didn't involve a screaming toddler (oh, a screaming toddler was a crisis, but not one she would step into voluntarily. Give her the threat of nuclear weapons testing any day).
Simon had wanted a picket fence, but he'd been willing to settle for a dog instead of kids. She probably should have realized sooner than she did that Sedge would only buy her so long. The ending of that relationship had not been unexpected, but the manner had been jarring; it put her off of dating altogether, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing given her position in Atlantis.
Then, for all intents and purposes, her world had ended. Everything she had fought for had been stripped away in the blink of an eye, by a woman whose race Elizabeth had once idolized. That was one image that would never be the same again, and it had been a hard dose of reality. Suddenly, Elizabeth was once again the foreigner, unwelcome in her own home in a way she had not been since returning from her first overseas assignment and finding that her mother had turned her bedroom into storage space.
The first things Elizabeth learned about diplomacy in the Pegasus Galaxy were that possession is 9/10s of the law, everyone is hiding something, and there are times when you shoot first, and ask your questions at the autopsy.
Despite all of that, image still mattered; it was just a different kind of image. Before coming to Atlantis, Elizabeth had negotiated peace treaties and cease-fires; she had never negotiated with kidnappers or terrorists or the fanatically desperate. Each requires a very different game face - different priorities and acceptable losses. Never let it be said that Elizabeth Weir is a slow learner.
She put each and every one of those lessons to use when she established the Alliance of Atlantis, and against all odds the Alliance held fast with Elizabeth as the solitary administrator - neutral and unaffiliated, save to the good of the city. It was an image that was essential, but at its heart it was still only an image.
Publicly, Elizabeth was wedded to Atlantis in every way that mattered. She had given up her home-world, her family, and her people to accept the mantle of Administrator. She was the final authority on actions taken by the largest organized group of humans in the Pegasus Galaxy, and it was enough.
Privately, when doors were closed and lights turned low, she became Elizabeth again for a few brief hours in the arms of her lover. It was what some might call a marriage of convenience, except that marriage had never truly been an option for either of them. She was the Administrator, and he the Chancellor of the Genii - while the political benefits of such a union might be many, the eventual drawbacks would be far greater.
The most important thing that Atlantis taught Elizabeth, and something she all too often forgot, was that lines in the Pegasus Galaxy are drawn in pencil, not in ink. The line between public and private is still just a line, and all lines drawn in pencil will eventually blur.
~ Finis ~
Author:
mirielBeta:
wymsieUniverse: Bridges
Pairing: Background Elizabeth Weir/Ladon Radim.
Author's Note: Apparently I'm on a roll, or something. This (like my other "Masks & Masquerade" submissions) is set in the Bridges universe, but doesn't require any detailed knowledge of it. For background on the Weir/Radim pairing, click here, but that's minor in the scope of things.
The first thing Elizabeth learned about politics as a summer intern on Capital Hill was that image is everything.
The first thing Elizabeth learned about diplomacy after she made it into the state department was that image is half of everything, and the other half is hard realism. The trick was knowing what to use, and when to use it.
Elizabeth was a realist in private, and an optimist in public.
Take family, for example. Publicly, she loved her parents dearly. She'd like to eventually marry and have children; she just hadn't found the right man yet.
Privately, she realized that she would never have (and more importantly, never wanted) a picket fence and 2.3 children around the same time she concluded that there would never be world peace. Sure, they were both beautiful, fluffy ideals, but she functioned best in a state of mild crisis. Her idea of a crisis didn't involve a screaming toddler (oh, a screaming toddler was a crisis, but not one she would step into voluntarily. Give her the threat of nuclear weapons testing any day).
Simon had wanted a picket fence, but he'd been willing to settle for a dog instead of kids. She probably should have realized sooner than she did that Sedge would only buy her so long. The ending of that relationship had not been unexpected, but the manner had been jarring; it put her off of dating altogether, which wasn't necessarily a bad thing given her position in Atlantis.
Then, for all intents and purposes, her world had ended. Everything she had fought for had been stripped away in the blink of an eye, by a woman whose race Elizabeth had once idolized. That was one image that would never be the same again, and it had been a hard dose of reality. Suddenly, Elizabeth was once again the foreigner, unwelcome in her own home in a way she had not been since returning from her first overseas assignment and finding that her mother had turned her bedroom into storage space.
The first things Elizabeth learned about diplomacy in the Pegasus Galaxy were that possession is 9/10s of the law, everyone is hiding something, and there are times when you shoot first, and ask your questions at the autopsy.
Despite all of that, image still mattered; it was just a different kind of image. Before coming to Atlantis, Elizabeth had negotiated peace treaties and cease-fires; she had never negotiated with kidnappers or terrorists or the fanatically desperate. Each requires a very different game face - different priorities and acceptable losses. Never let it be said that Elizabeth Weir is a slow learner.
She put each and every one of those lessons to use when she established the Alliance of Atlantis, and against all odds the Alliance held fast with Elizabeth as the solitary administrator - neutral and unaffiliated, save to the good of the city. It was an image that was essential, but at its heart it was still only an image.
Publicly, Elizabeth was wedded to Atlantis in every way that mattered. She had given up her home-world, her family, and her people to accept the mantle of Administrator. She was the final authority on actions taken by the largest organized group of humans in the Pegasus Galaxy, and it was enough.
Privately, when doors were closed and lights turned low, she became Elizabeth again for a few brief hours in the arms of her lover. It was what some might call a marriage of convenience, except that marriage had never truly been an option for either of them. She was the Administrator, and he the Chancellor of the Genii - while the political benefits of such a union might be many, the eventual drawbacks would be far greater.
The most important thing that Atlantis taught Elizabeth, and something she all too often forgot, was that lines in the Pegasus Galaxy are drawn in pencil, not in ink. The line between public and private is still just a line, and all lines drawn in pencil will eventually blur.
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Oh, you totally know that if something affecting brain chemistry were discovered, that knowledge would stay in Atlantis and under wraps until treatment had been concluded, and probably even then.
Yup. Fanfiction is the opiate of the fannish masses. So much more useful than religion, eh?
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Oh, okay. Judging someone's age is like facial recognition -- incredibly complex pattern-matching routines that those who have don't fully appreciate how hard it can be to compensate for with normal pattern-matching (which is a fancy way of saying that I cannot tell people's ages, except in the most general "the-one-with-gray-hair-and-wrinkles is probably older than the-one-without" sort of way); so in the absence of other data, such as not bothering to look up the actor's age, I recall that my mother was forty-seven when she became general counsel of a national association and assume that director of a multinational intergalactic expedition would require at least that much experience.
(Which was probably unwarrantedly optimistic of me, given the part where their provisioning sucks.)
//Oh, you totally know that if something affecting brain chemistry were discovered, that knowledge would stay in Atlantis and under wraps until treatment had been concluded, and probably even then.//
Exactly; and there'd be the periods of "oh, look, the Daedalus, everyone pretend Elizabeth's still in charge; Elizabeth, remember that you still can't quite trust your judgment, try not to be in a position where you have to make command decisions without surreptitiously running them by whomever."
//Fanfiction is the opiate of the fannish masses. So much more useful than religion, eh?//
As an opiate, certainly. ^_^
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She was 17-turning 18 when she went into undergrad at American University (known for its international relations program), graduated in 3 years instead of four (certainly not impossible, and especially if she came in with several AP courses under her belt that placed her at "Sophomore Standing"). So she was twenty when she graduated undergrad, and went straight into her masters-followed-by-PhD.
Twenty-four, and with her doctorate, she goes into the state department. She lands a not-very-prestigious location that ends up an unexpected hot-spot, and suddenly is seen by someone of influence. This leads to a series of political appointments and nudges in the right direction from those who have decided she is going to be a "rising star".
By the time she's thirty, she's well known across the globe and has her name on the credits of several very prestigious treaties. Life is good. Then, at 34 or 35, she's chosen as a sacrificial lamb to be the political appointee who takes over the SGC in lieu of Jack O'Neill (they expect things to go badly - she's disposable, and actually just under-qualified enough that if/when that happens the gov't can blame her, but still well enough known to satisfy prying eyes initially). Thus begins her involvement with the Stargate Program - and as we all know, Mother Mountain is a great yawning chasm that sucks in careers left and right; people transfer in, but they never transfer out. She's 36 or 37 by the time the AE actually departs, which puts her at 39-40 in season 3.
"oh, look, the Daedalus, everyone pretend Elizabeth's still in charge; Elizabeth, remember that you still can't quite trust your judgment, try not to be in a position where you have to make command decisions without surreptitiously running them by whomever."
LOL! I have an SGA/Quantum Leap fic (that's kind of stalled out, I admit) that runs under almost exactly that premise! Sam leaps into Elizabeth, who was in the process of delicate negotiations.
As an opiate, certainly. ^_^
That was what I was referring to, yes. I try to avoid theological debate when I can ~_^
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And yours makes sense; with Point A given, it is quite possible to work out how a given character gets from Point A to Point B. (Without it, one is likely to come in on a completely different vector.)
Although now I'll have to change one of the lines in "Guises in Four Seasons," because there's no way that Elizabeth could be "nearly as old as Charin." Hm. Perhaps if I had Teyla say "my father's age" instead?
//LOL! I have an SGA/Quantum Leap fic (that's kind of stalled out, I admit) that runs under almost exactly that premise! Sam leaps into Elizabeth, who was in the process of delicate negotiations.//
There can never be too many Stargate/Quantum Leap fics; I hope your inspiration for it returns soon!