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5 ways Elizabeth Weir returned to Atlantis

Fandom: Stargate Atlantis

Category/Rated: Gen, G

Year/Length: 2010/~240 words

Disclaimer: No, I don't own them, for which I should think they're profoundly grateful.

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On the Daedalus, victorious over the IOA, with two thirds of her command team next to her, and the unofficial third-third holding the forst back on Atlantis, waiting for them to come home.


On a stolen puddle-jumper, in uniform and armed, ready to take back her city from the replicators, feeling better than she had in six weeks, vowing not to let it get taken away from her again.


As a machine, with a team who were her team and weren't her team, with Atlantis' people looking at her like they wanted to move away, like they wanted to shoot her, and Teyla keeping her baby away from Elizabeth like she couldn't be trusted.


As a bodyless computer virus, intent on saving her people, on being human again. And it seemed, in the end, like it wouldn't work, but it almost didn't matter - their replicator bodies couldn't die, and that meant there was still hope.


Surprised, chilled, dizzy and confused, blinking up at the infirmary ceiling. Turning her stiff neck to see her people - the other replicators - on beds next to her, then back again, to Mr Woolsey, of all people, leaning over her and saying, "We need your help."

She was a career diplomat, even if she wasn't in her own body any more - she traded help for freedom and security and safety, and, signing the deal, felt like Elizabeth Weir again.

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