{"id":2441,"date":"2014-04-02T03:13:02","date_gmt":"2014-04-02T03:13:02","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/azar.ink-and-quill.com\/?p=2441"},"modified":"2014-04-02T03:14:14","modified_gmt":"2014-04-02T03:14:14","slug":"fic-the-hot-seat-sga-gen","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/azar.ink-and-quill.com\/?p=2441","title":{"rendered":"Fic: The Hot Seat (SGA, gen)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><em><strong>Author&#8217;s Note:<\/strong> Written because I was unhappy with the abrupt ending of a certain conversation in the episode &#8220;Hot Zone.&#8221; I felt that John needed to hear what Elizabeth had to say, so I let her say it.<\/em><\/p>\n<hr \/>\n<p>Having presented their chilling news, Doctors McKay and Beckett promptly left the way they&#8217;d come, and Sheppard rose to follow them.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Sit down, Major.&#8221; The quiet command in Weir&#8217;s voice stopped him halfway to the door. &#8220;I&#8217;m not finished with you yet.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He turned back to face her, a pained expression on his face. &#8220;Look, Elizabeth&#8230;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Don&#8217;t &#8216;Elizabeth&#8217; me,&#8221; Weir responded firmly. &#8220;You&#8217;re not going to charm your way out of this one. I meant what I said&#8211;it can&#8217;t happen again.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>John let out a deep sigh and reluctantly resumed his seat.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I get that you&#8217;re a maverick,&#8221; she stated in a quietly sympathetic but unyielding tone, folding her arms across her chest as she studied him with a piercing look that made him deeply uncomfortable. &#8220;I understand that you do what you feel is right and damn the consequences. I&#8217;m even beginning to suspect that the only reason you joined the Air Force in the first place was for all the cool toys.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>The accuracy of that statement made him flinch a little.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I understand that,&#8221; Elizabeth reiterated, &#8220;and to a certain degree I respect it. If I hadn&#8217;t, I would never have asked you to join this mission, Ancient gene or no.&#8221; She leaned forward, propping her elbows up on the desk, folding her hands and staring him straight in the eyes. &#8220;But when I asked you to join this team, you weren&#8217;t the ranking military officer.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>That made him flinch more than a little. &#8220;You don&#8217;t need to remind me&#8211;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Don&#8217;t I?&#8221; she asked, raising an eyebrow. &#8220;You may have no respect for the chain of command, Major, but I should hope I don&#8217;t need to remind you that most of your men do. They&#8217;ll follow your lead, come hell or high water, and right now the example you&#8217;re setting is that it&#8217;s okay to ignore my orders if you disagree with them.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He opened his mouth to protest, but closed it again when he realized he really couldn&#8217;t. He had ignored her orders, he grudgingly admitted. Worse, he&#8217;d directly countermanded them, in front of a subordinate. And if he was honest with himself, he&#8217;d gotten a certain grim, not exactly unselfish satisfaction out of forcing Bates to take his side in this argument.<\/p>\n<p>But damn it, he still believed he&#8217;d done the right thing. Okay, so things had gotten out of control for a little while&#8211;they&#8217;d fixed it before anyone else got hurt. And if he had still been locked in the gym, he wouldn&#8217;t have been able to take that reactor up into the atmosphere and detonate it.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Let me put it another way,&#8221; Elizabeth sighed, leaning back again and letting her hands drop to the desk. &#8220;Where would the United States be if the Joint Chiefs suddenly decided one day to start ignoring the President&#8217;s orders?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Well, for one thing we wouldn&#8217;t have gotten bogged down in Iraq,&#8221; Sheppard quipped.<\/p>\n<p>Elizabeth frowned. &#8220;John&#8230;&#8221; she stated, exasperated.<\/p>\n<p>He raised his hands in a peacemaking gesture. &#8220;Okay, I get your point.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I don&#8217;t think you do,&#8221; she argued, still frowning. &#8220;Because the point I&#8217;m trying to make is that as long as we&#8217;re cut off from Earth, I am your Commander in Chief. I&#8217;ve given you a lot of leeway because I trust you to do your job. But I also trusted you to respect my ability to do mine. If my leniency has led you to believe you have no one to answer to, then maybe that decision was a mistake.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>He frowned, a knot of apprehension tightening in his stomach. &#8220;So what are you saying?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m saying I want to trust you, but I don&#8217;t know if I can if you&#8217;re not willing to afford me the same courtesy.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I told you, I do trust you&#8211;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;But you don&#8217;t trust my judgment. Or at least not as much as you trust your own,&#8221; she interrupted with another one of those keen, piercing looks. &#8220;Tell me, Major, when you defied orders to try to save those men in Afghanistan, did you succeed?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Well, no, but&#8211;&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Did it ever occur to you that the reason you were ordered not to try was because your superior had the foresight to know the mission probably wouldn&#8217;t be a success, and wasn&#8217;t willing to risk your life to prove it?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>It was hard to miss the echo of their first argument, over whether or not to send a rescue mission after Sumner, Bates, and the Athosians. The similarity was reinforced by her next words: &#8220;I let you go after our people who were taken by the Wraith because you gave me what I asked for&#8211;a fighting chance. What made you so certain I wouldn&#8217;t have done the same this time once I could be sure it wouldn&#8217;t endanger any more of our people?&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>She was making excellent point after excellent point, but John Sheppard was stubborn, and more than a little proud too. Traits that had gotten him into trouble in the past, he knew that, but that didn&#8217;t make it any easier to let go. &#8220;We were on a deadline&#8211;no pun intended.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;Yes, we were,&#8221; Elizabeth stated softly. &#8220;A deadline that you shortened by giving Peterson access to that transporter.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>A long, uncomfortable silence followed.<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I think we&#8217;ve done a good job of leading this expedition together,&#8221; she affirmed quietly. &#8220;We make a good team. But we have to stand together, which means one of us has to bend once in a while and like it or not, sometimes it has to be you. This isn&#8217;t a game, John. This is life and death. Two hundred people have placed their lives in my hands&#8211;mine, not just yours&#8211;and we&#8217;ve already lost too many of them. And if you think for an instant I&#8217;m not constantly aware of that, that I don&#8217;t weigh those lives&#8211;all of those lives, not just the ones already in danger&#8211;against every decision I make, then maybe I was wrong to trust you.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;You weren&#8217;t,&#8221; he vowed. &#8220;Look, I&#8217;m not&#8230;I&#8217;m not good at this. I can&#8217;t make any promises, but I&#8217;ll try.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;That&#8217;s not good enough,&#8221; she sighed. &#8220;Not in the long run. But it&#8217;s a start.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Weir turned her head away for a long moment, not saying anything. When she spoke again, it was without looking at him. &#8220;You may go now.&#8221;<\/p>\n<p>Without a single characteristic word of protest, Sheppard stood and quietly left the office.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Author&#8217;s Note: Written because I was unhappy with the abrupt ending of a certain conversation in the episode &#8220;Hot Zone.&#8221; I felt that John needed to hear what Elizabeth had to say, so I let her say it. 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