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Title: A Day In The Life Of Elizabeth Weir
Author: falcon_horus
Recipient: paranoidangel42
Pairing: Gen
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: No expedition members or Pegasus natives were harmed during the writing of this fic.
Author's Notes: Beta'd by imwithrebel.

Summary: An ordinary day in the life of Doctor Elizabeth Weir, head of the Atlantis expedition.


Elizabeth had gotten exactly one hour of peace and quiet that morning before she had been called away to intervene in an argument between Doctors Rodney McKay and Radek Zelenka. The latter having his nth run in with ancient technology, which had left him looking like Albert Einstein on a bad hair day. Doctor Miko Kusanagi had tried to explain what had occurred prior to her arrival, and it had taken all of Elizabeth’s willpower to keep from reverting to a school teacher in kindergarten and tell the two men to each stand in a corner to cool down. If it was too difficult for them to behave as grown-ups when hanging Christmas lights, she was well in her right to not treat them as adults either. If Radek wanted his lights to be all the colors of the rainbow, then Rodney would have to find a way to deal with it, and not sabotage the power intake.

She left them with a warning that she would send them both to M7G-677 to help the kids maintain their shield, and as they always did a colorful number on the members of the expedition, neither Doctor was too eager to visit them again anytime soon. She had almost reached her office when she was nearly run over by Lieutenant Laura Cadman, dragging Doctor Kate Heightmeyer behind her. If Elizabeth remembered correctly, however, the lieutenant was supposed to be off world with Major Lorne and his team. She enquired as to why Laura was not with the team visiting a settlement of farmers who were interested in trading with the expedition.

“Better things to do,” Laura replied.

“Better things?”

Elizabeth tilted her head.

“Yes, better things,” Laura repeated. “Wait ‘till you see.”

Elizabeth was left standing, wondering what sort of trouble the lieutenant was going to cause in the next few hours and how it would interfere with the regular workings of the city. From the look of it, Kate had been dragged in against her own free will and was desperately making several attempts to gain her attention.

“Doctor Heightmeyer, didn’t we have a meeting scheduled right about now?”

Elizabeth saw the relief when Kate was given an out.

“Yes,” she nodded. “Yes, I believe we have.”

“Oh no, you don’t.”

Laura took hold of Kate’s arm and dragged her off.

“I checked your agenda, Doc, and you have the entire morning off.”

Elizabeth mouthed a sorry as Kate disappeared around the corner.

The rest of the morning was spent in relative quietness, only momentarily interrupted with the news that David Parrish had fallen off the treadmill and bruised his chin, which was received by most with a chuckle. Sometimes the botanist could be quite eager and possibly display too much enthusiasm, which nine out of ten times landed him in Carson’s care. Elizabeth applauded his enthusiasm but had to temper it on more than one occasion in order to prevent him from running headlong into trouble.


Elizabeth had managed to get enough paperwork done that she could go down to the cafeteria for lunch, and perhaps find some familiar faces to share it with. She was in luck when she spotted Teyla in the far corner, and immediately changed direction.

“Teyla,” she started. “May I join you?”

“Elizabeth,” Teyla smiled, cleaning the space in front of her, pulling her tray closer so that Elizabeth could set hers down opposite from it.

“Thank you.”

Elizabeth sat down, unpacked her sandwiches and started eating. In between bites, she enquired as to how Teyla’s day was fairing.

“I’ve just returned from New Athos with Ronon. Halling sends his greetings.”

“How is Halling?”

“He is well.”

“Good,” Elizabeth nodded, satisfied Halling was doing fine.

“How has your day been so far?”

Elizabeth smiled, “It has been surprisingly peaceful except for a little incident this morning between Rodney and Radek.”

Teyla chuckled as Elizabeth recalled the events of that morning, and how she had managed, if barely, to keep from laughing out loud at Radek’s exploded look when she had first entered the labs. She added that she’d threatened to send them both to M7G-677 if they continued acting like little children.

“Last time Radek visited they did a good number on him. It seemed to get them both to make up and deal with the situation as adults.”

Elizabeth finished her second sandwich and set the tray aside.

“By the way, have you any idea what Lieutenant Cadman is up to?”

Teyla tilted her head a little to the side, a curious glance crossing her features.

“She had Kate with her, who seemed adamant to get out of whatever it was Laura was dragging her off to.”

“Ah,” Teyla smiled. “Choir practice.”

“Excuse me? Since when does the expedition have a choir?”

Elizabeth admitted she wasn’t aware of everything that happened within the city walls, but she prided herself that she at least tried to know everything that was going on within the city and between the expedition members.

“Since Laura started one not so long ago.”

“And you are a member?”

Teyla nodded.

“And Kate?”

Elizabeth knew there were several members who had musical instruments brought over the moment they had established a permanent link with Earth. Colonel Sheppard was one of the first to have his guitar delivered on the first mail run. She was also in the know about several of her expedition members with fairly good vocals, having demonstrated their talents during past parties and talent nights, but she had never heard Kate sing, nor was she aware the psychologist could sing.

“Kate has a beautiful singing voice.”

Elizabeth was amazed to learn something new, something she was quite sure the psychologist would have liked to stay private if her look was anything to go by when she’d met them in the hallway that morning.

“Laura wants her to sing Amazing Grace at the festivities.”

“Oh,” was all Elizabeth said. “Then let’s hope the lieutenant doesn’t pressure her too much. I would love to hear her sing.”

“I’m sure you will.” Teyla reassured.

“Well, I should be heading back. More paperwork and reports to finish.”

Elizabeth said her goodbyes and walked away, dropping her trash in the appropriate bins on the way out. If her afternoon would be as easygoing as her morning had been, her day could very well end relaxed. However, the thought had only just entered her mind when she was called up to the control area as apparently a crisis was about to hit. At least she had managed to enjoy her lunch to the fullest before being thrown back into the ring.


Elizabeth sat behind her desk, watching Major Evan Lorne fiddle with the bandage around his left hand. It was burned, first degree to be exact. It would hurt a few days but nothing that he couldn’t handle. However, the burn was the least of his worries as the trade agreement they were going for had been swept off the table and they were also no longer welcome in the farmers’ village. He had explained what had happened and that they had nothing to do with the fire, which had burned down one of the larger barns. In fact, Evan explained, they had done everything in their power to save as much of the building as possible. They had failed to do so solely because of the lack of proper firefighting equipment and the building had burned to the ground. The villagers had then taken it as a sign from the ancient gods and before the team was aware of what was happening, they were escorted out of the village and no longer welcome on penalty of death.

“So,” she started. “No trade agreement then.”

Evan shook his head.

“I’m sorry, ma’am.”

He apologized again, for the umpteenth time.

Elizabeth’s mouth reverted to a thin line, “Go see to your men, Major, I’ll deal with the paperwork.”

“Yes ma’am.”

She watched Evan retreat and sighed. She knew he and his team, with the help of their Athosian guide, had worked hard to forge a bond of friendship and trust. He had been so proud when he announced that they were ready to broker a trade agreement between Atlantis and the village. Elizabeth shrugged. It was yet again a lesson learned; always keep those ancient gods on your good side.

She dealt with the report and made sure it was added to the files, which were going to be sent back to the SGC. Chuck interrupted her twice to announce two teams were returning on schedule and a third was going to delay their return by a day as they had been invited to a local festival. As long as they kept it civil, she made no objections to teams attending local festivities, especially if they had been invited to it. It could only serve to strengthen the bonds, even though she was aware some teams had returned with little to no recollection of what exactly they had participated in the evening before. Much to Doctor Beckett’s words of wisdom to be cautious of what to drink or eat, most never even questioned the hors-d’oeuvres offered at such occasions.


She closed her laptop and looked up as her military commander walked into her office, a big grin spread wide on his face.

“John,” she echoed. “How may I be of service?”

“Early dinner. Interested?”

It was nearly six in the evening, and she did feel a little hungry. Perhaps if she caught an early dinner she could have an early night and spend some time reading something other than the next report. Or perhaps go down to the gym and spend quality time with the treadmill. As she considered all those options, she realized neither would probably happen unless she was really, really lucky today. But maybe she would be. Fingers crossed.

“Sounds interesting.”

She smiled, got up and grabbed her jacket from one of the chairs in front of her desk, where she’d dropped it almost two hours ago.


Elizabeth was enjoying spaghetti with meatballs. It was the first time in weeks she had been able to score herself some meatballs as they were quite in demand, and usually no longer available when she had her dinner. She ate while listening to John telling her about his day, which had been quite uneventful apart from his gym time with several of the marines. She figured he had Ronon roughen them up again. Most of them would boast they could take the Satedan in hand-to-hand right up until the point they stood in front of him and realized they were about to be handed their butts on a gold platter. She had decided early on to inform Ronon that it was in his best interest not to break too many noses. However, it was unclear whether her words had registered since broken noses were by far one of the most common maladies on Carson’s list. And the idea he had a list to begin with seemed reason enough for the Marines themselves to keep score as well.

“Did you see Zelenka today?”

Elizabeth nodded.

“I did. Doctor Kusanagi…”

She didn’t get to finish her sentence as the alarm went off and all the lights went out. The sound of bulkheads and doors closing could be heard and before they realized they were stuck in the cafeteria.

“What the…” John started.

Elizabeth tapped her earpiece, but beaten to it, Rodney’s voice echoed in her ear, apologizing for the inconvenience and that he was already working on resolving the issue as soon as possible. When she asked how soon as possible he meant, the silence which followed said more than words could. It would be a while. Best to get comfortable. At least she was stuck in the cafeteria. It took all her will power to not yell at him a second time that day. Instead she took a deep breath and urged him to get Atlantis working again as soon as possible.

“Well?” John asked when she sighed.

“Something with the power supply.” Elizabeth gestured. “Rodney promised to have it fixed as soon as possible.”

“Didn’t you threaten to send him to M7G-677?”

“Yes, I did.” Elizabeth nodded. “Perhaps I should volunteer him for the next check of the shield there.”

“Perhaps you should.” John grinned.


When Elizabeth finally made it out of the cafeteria, midnight had long since passed and all her plans for an early night had once again been thwarted by the city and its inhabitants. It hadn’t been entirely unpleasant as she had gotten some personal time with a lot of people who otherwise remained fairly invisible on her radar. She had listened to their grievances and their accomplishments, learned new bits and pieces about Atlantis and the Ancients, and had been invited to attend a chess match. All in all, it had been a fruitful evening to her otherwise same-old-day. For once, perhaps, Rodney’s mishap had offered an opportunity she realized should happen more often, albeit under different circumstances. Preferably with all the doors open and the city in working order.

She sighed when she pulled the blankets up under her chin, turning to the window. She didn’t close the curtains all the way so she could see the rest of the city, and the rising of the sun in the morning. She was awake early enough to enjoy it. She felt sleep overtake her and closed her eyes. It had been a good day, a typical day in her life as the head of the expedition, a position she wouldn’t want to trade for in the world, the galaxy or the entire universe for that matter.


( 5 comments — Leave a comment )
Dec. 16th, 2014 06:51 pm (UTC)
What a lovely story, really enjoyed it. Elizabeth sure has her work cut out for her :)
Dec. 16th, 2014 10:15 pm (UTC)
Awww, love this! We never really got to see this side of Elizabeth, the one showing her doing what was probably 90% of her job (refereeing silly scientist fights, dealing with minor screw-ups, trying to stay ahead in what's going on in the city, etc.) and I loved this to bits. Good job!
Dec. 17th, 2014 10:37 am (UTC)
I love seeing Elizabeth's day in this and all the different things she has to deal with. And all her friendships and her relationships with the rest of the people in Atlantis.
Dec. 31st, 2014 06:55 am (UTC)
Very nice! I could really hear Elizabeth's voice well in this one.
Jan. 7th, 2015 05:43 am (UTC)
What an awesome little look into Elizabeth's day. Very cute.
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