[SGA/Gossip Girl] There'll be Peace
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dontwantmebackTitle: There'll be Peace
Fandom: Gossip Girl/Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: Sort of vaguely Lilly van der Woodsen/John Sheppard
Rating: PG
Warnings: Crack crossover FTW?
Length: 861 words
Notes: Kym made me do it >_> This is the FOLLOW UP to Carry On, Wayward Son and it's subsequent Commentfic bykymscrazy. Now with a sequel by Kym. That marks the end.
Dear Eric,
I’m not entirely sure how it is you know to contact me, but receiving your card from my sister-in-law (along with an overly descriptive letter regarding your visit, I’ll add. Seems she’s enamoured; try not to encourage her) leads me to believe you’ve learned something. I can only guess what that information might be, so I’m a little reluctant to offer any details here. But I also understand that you’re probably not all that keen on discussing it with your mother, so I’ll do my best to give you whatever answers you need. I’m afraid that’s the best I can offer you right now, and for that I’m sorry. I wish I could do more, but honestly? I’m scared of your mother.
For now, I’m more than happy to keep writing, but you should know that my job makes regular contact difficult (sorry, can’t tell you a thing about it, but it’s wicked cool. Trust me), but I’ll do the best I can to keep in touch if you want. Also, if you’re interested, I can let you know next time I’m headed home and we can have a proper face-to-face conversation. It’s all up to you.
No matter what you decide, I want you to know that everything I’ve ever had the pleasure to learn about you leads me to believe you’re an awesome kid and a hell of a lot braver than I could ever be. I’d like the chance to get to know you.
Sucks that I can’t just tell you everything now, right?
Sincerely,
Col. John Sheppard
After sending the email to Eric, hastily written in an attempt to get it out on time and not wait months more, John could only wait and see what happened. And he hated that. Waiting was never one of his strong points, and it was a million times worse with the chance to know his son on the line. He wouldn’t go so far as to say it was something he’d always wanted, but it would be a lie to say he hadn’t always thought about it. Since the moment he’d known Eric was his child, he’d always wondered. In the back of his mind. It was what had sent him to Lilly all those months before, looking for information, what had let him actually send the boy a message when the opportunity presented itself. It was what had him impatiently waiting to see if a response would come.
It felt like years in the weeks before it did.
The email was short, but well worded and well expressed. Eric didn’t know where to even start with his questions, he had so many. He’d managed to get in a few, just confirmations of what he’d already known, apparently read in a dossier about himself held by Bart Bass. Also included in the message was a thank you. For responding, for understanding, for making the effort. And even with weeks and a galaxy between the two of them, John could feel how honest and heartfelt it was. He got the impression Eric always had that sort of gentle aura around him and everything he did, and worried that would only make life more difficult for him until he could get away from the cruelty and judging of his surroundings.
John messaged back, made sure it was in the next batch to Earth. He answered the questions honestly and offered up information where he could; trying to make it clear through his words that the lines were open and Eric need only ask. As much as he could, John wouldn’t hold back.
The emails continued. Eric asked questions and shared what was happening in his life, the good and the bad, and John answered everything and offered commentary or condolences in lieu of being able to share much about his own life. John was happier with the state of things than he wanted to admit, even to himself. He finally knew about his son, more than he’d ever dreamed to be possible. He might never really be the boy’s father, never know him that well, never not have to ask, never be allowed to be that, but he could be the best he could. He could be the friend and confidant; he could offer advice from his experiences and be a shoulder and a tightly sealed box for secrets no one else could know but that needed to be shared.
He was still surprised when the mail came one week. No stories about Manhattan, and with just that much John felt like something was wrong? Even without the gossip updates from his sister-in-law that kept him up to date on the recent happenings, John would have understood just from the simple, one sentence he received.
John,
When are you coming back?
He wasn’t sure what to make of it, but he knew he couldn’t say he wasn’t the way he normally would. Not to Eric, not in response to that sort of message.
He typed out quickly, got it sent to Earth at the very last second.
Eric,
Soon. I promise.
A request for leave was sent along with it.
Fandom: Gossip Girl/Stargate: Atlantis
Pairing: Sort of vaguely Lilly van der Woodsen/John Sheppard
Rating: PG
Warnings: Crack crossover FTW?
Length: 861 words
Notes: Kym made me do it >_> This is the FOLLOW UP to Carry On, Wayward Son and it's subsequent Commentfic by
kymscrazy. Now with a sequel by Kym. That marks the end.Dear Eric,
I’m not entirely sure how it is you know to contact me, but receiving your card from my sister-in-law (along with an overly descriptive letter regarding your visit, I’ll add. Seems she’s enamoured; try not to encourage her) leads me to believe you’ve learned something. I can only guess what that information might be, so I’m a little reluctant to offer any details here. But I also understand that you’re probably not all that keen on discussing it with your mother, so I’ll do my best to give you whatever answers you need. I’m afraid that’s the best I can offer you right now, and for that I’m sorry. I wish I could do more, but honestly? I’m scared of your mother.
For now, I’m more than happy to keep writing, but you should know that my job makes regular contact difficult (sorry, can’t tell you a thing about it, but it’s wicked cool. Trust me), but I’ll do the best I can to keep in touch if you want. Also, if you’re interested, I can let you know next time I’m headed home and we can have a proper face-to-face conversation. It’s all up to you.
No matter what you decide, I want you to know that everything I’ve ever had the pleasure to learn about you leads me to believe you’re an awesome kid and a hell of a lot braver than I could ever be. I’d like the chance to get to know you.
Sucks that I can’t just tell you everything now, right?
Sincerely,
Col. John Sheppard
After sending the email to Eric, hastily written in an attempt to get it out on time and not wait months more, John could only wait and see what happened. And he hated that. Waiting was never one of his strong points, and it was a million times worse with the chance to know his son on the line. He wouldn’t go so far as to say it was something he’d always wanted, but it would be a lie to say he hadn’t always thought about it. Since the moment he’d known Eric was his child, he’d always wondered. In the back of his mind. It was what had sent him to Lilly all those months before, looking for information, what had let him actually send the boy a message when the opportunity presented itself. It was what had him impatiently waiting to see if a response would come.
It felt like years in the weeks before it did.
The email was short, but well worded and well expressed. Eric didn’t know where to even start with his questions, he had so many. He’d managed to get in a few, just confirmations of what he’d already known, apparently read in a dossier about himself held by Bart Bass. Also included in the message was a thank you. For responding, for understanding, for making the effort. And even with weeks and a galaxy between the two of them, John could feel how honest and heartfelt it was. He got the impression Eric always had that sort of gentle aura around him and everything he did, and worried that would only make life more difficult for him until he could get away from the cruelty and judging of his surroundings.
John messaged back, made sure it was in the next batch to Earth. He answered the questions honestly and offered up information where he could; trying to make it clear through his words that the lines were open and Eric need only ask. As much as he could, John wouldn’t hold back.
The emails continued. Eric asked questions and shared what was happening in his life, the good and the bad, and John answered everything and offered commentary or condolences in lieu of being able to share much about his own life. John was happier with the state of things than he wanted to admit, even to himself. He finally knew about his son, more than he’d ever dreamed to be possible. He might never really be the boy’s father, never know him that well, never not have to ask, never be allowed to be that, but he could be the best he could. He could be the friend and confidant; he could offer advice from his experiences and be a shoulder and a tightly sealed box for secrets no one else could know but that needed to be shared.
He was still surprised when the mail came one week. No stories about Manhattan, and with just that much John felt like something was wrong? Even without the gossip updates from his sister-in-law that kept him up to date on the recent happenings, John would have understood just from the simple, one sentence he received.
John,
When are you coming back?
He wasn’t sure what to make of it, but he knew he couldn’t say he wasn’t the way he normally would. Not to Eric, not in response to that sort of message.
He typed out quickly, got it sent to Earth at the very last second.
Eric,
Soon. I promise.
A request for leave was sent along with it.