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cassievalentineMore of the untitled Atlantis, may never be published ever fic. I'm kind of hoping that this one will make me want to jump back into Da Capo. Season 4 has been sitting around for . . . it's gotta be coming up on a year now. Same with Split Second. *sigh* Stupid passing fancies. . .
After Simon left, his name was brought up very little in the house. Elizabeth's mother would ask after him every now and then, but other than that, Elizabeth thought very little of him. Simon was also easy to forget since Izzy quickly became a small replica of Elizabeth and the pair were constantly being asked if Izzy's father had had anything to do with her at all, or if Elizabeth had just summoned the girl into being all by herself. Elizabeth became very proficient as cahnging teh subject when that statement was made, given that Izzy was quick to blurt out that she didn't have a dad. Neither of them were ashamed of this, but it tended to lead to awkward silences that were best avoided.
When Izzy was 4, Elizabeth found herself on the recieving end of a phone call from one President Hayes, asking her to take over The Stargate Program. After learning what exactly The Stargate Program was and what it intailed, she was quickly informed that it would require a move from Washington to Colorado. She asked descritely about bringing Izzy with her and frowned when she was told that it was strongly advised against. She was, however, assured that the appointment would most likely be temporary.
"I got a job offer the other day," she told her mother a few days later. They wre sitting on a bench at a park as Izzy ran wild on the play ground.
"Where?" her mother asked automatically. She knew the kind of work her daughter did and the two most important questions were 'where?' and 'how long?'.
"Colorado," she said, sipping at the coffee in her hand. "I can't bring Iz if I take it," she said quietly. Abigail Weir took a deep breath as she considered what to say next.
"How long will you be gone?" Elizabeth played with the rim of her cup.
"A few months," she said. "6 at the most." Abigail looked over at her granddaughter who was sliding down the firepole.
"Take the job," she said after a moment. "Izzy will stay with me."
"She's a lot of work," Elizabeth reminded her.
"And you and your brothers weren't?" her mother asked with a smile. Elizabeth was the youngest of 4 kids, 3 of whom were boys. Growing up, the four of them loved nothing more than running wild and trying to out do each other. "She's old enough to spend a few days a week at pre-school, might even do her some good," Abigail reasoned. Izzy was not known for making friends easily. The little girl prefered her own company to that of other children.
"I guess I'll talk to her about it tonight," Elizabeth said as she sat back on the bench.
***
"A whole 6 months?" the little girl asked, horrified at the prospect of not seeing her mother for half a year.
"Maybe 6 months," Elizabeth clarified as she mopped some of the bathwater up off the floor. "And I can always come visit, or you and Gramma can come down." Izzy dropped her head forward, hiding her face under a curtain of wet, curly hair as she thought this through.
"I guess it might be ok," she muttered after a moment. Elizabeth had left her with her grandmother for work in the past, but never for more than a few weeks at the most.
"I'm not leaving for a few weeks," she assured the little girl as she pulled her out of the tub and wrapped her in a towel. "Don't worry."Izzy sighed and the small pout on her face wasn't lost on Elizabeth.
***
After Simon left, his name was brought up very little in the house. Elizabeth's mother would ask after him every now and then, but other than that, Elizabeth thought very little of him. Simon was also easy to forget since Izzy quickly became a small replica of Elizabeth and the pair were constantly being asked if Izzy's father had had anything to do with her at all, or if Elizabeth had just summoned the girl into being all by herself. Elizabeth became very proficient as cahnging teh subject when that statement was made, given that Izzy was quick to blurt out that she didn't have a dad. Neither of them were ashamed of this, but it tended to lead to awkward silences that were best avoided.
When Izzy was 4, Elizabeth found herself on the recieving end of a phone call from one President Hayes, asking her to take over The Stargate Program. After learning what exactly The Stargate Program was and what it intailed, she was quickly informed that it would require a move from Washington to Colorado. She asked descritely about bringing Izzy with her and frowned when she was told that it was strongly advised against. She was, however, assured that the appointment would most likely be temporary.
"I got a job offer the other day," she told her mother a few days later. They wre sitting on a bench at a park as Izzy ran wild on the play ground.
"Where?" her mother asked automatically. She knew the kind of work her daughter did and the two most important questions were 'where?' and 'how long?'.
"Colorado," she said, sipping at the coffee in her hand. "I can't bring Iz if I take it," she said quietly. Abigail Weir took a deep breath as she considered what to say next.
"How long will you be gone?" Elizabeth played with the rim of her cup.
"A few months," she said. "6 at the most." Abigail looked over at her granddaughter who was sliding down the firepole.
"Take the job," she said after a moment. "Izzy will stay with me."
"She's a lot of work," Elizabeth reminded her.
"And you and your brothers weren't?" her mother asked with a smile. Elizabeth was the youngest of 4 kids, 3 of whom were boys. Growing up, the four of them loved nothing more than running wild and trying to out do each other. "She's old enough to spend a few days a week at pre-school, might even do her some good," Abigail reasoned. Izzy was not known for making friends easily. The little girl prefered her own company to that of other children.
"I guess I'll talk to her about it tonight," Elizabeth said as she sat back on the bench.
***
"A whole 6 months?" the little girl asked, horrified at the prospect of not seeing her mother for half a year.
"Maybe 6 months," Elizabeth clarified as she mopped some of the bathwater up off the floor. "And I can always come visit, or you and Gramma can come down." Izzy dropped her head forward, hiding her face under a curtain of wet, curly hair as she thought this through.
"I guess it might be ok," she muttered after a moment. Elizabeth had left her with her grandmother for work in the past, but never for more than a few weeks at the most.
"I'm not leaving for a few weeks," she assured the little girl as she pulled her out of the tub and wrapped her in a towel. "Don't worry."Izzy sighed and the small pout on her face wasn't lost on Elizabeth.
***
