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Title: Soaring Character: Elizabeth Weir Rating: G Genre: Gen Spoilers: None Word count: 362 Author's notes: I've been writing nothing but Remedy the past few days, but I couldn't pass this up after my walk home today. Thanks to truthlostmsr for the read-through! :) For fanfic100 prompt #54 - Air. My prompt table. The ocean breeze was cold that morning. Strong, too. Few people ventured outside; inexperienced pilots were grounded. But Atlantis was a self-contained city, and for the most part its inhabitants carried on without noticing the weather at all. Elizabeth Weir’s morning was… stressful. By 11 AM, she needed a break – from the bickering and pleading, the experiments gone wrong, the meetings, the people… from the city. From herself. She made her way through the hallways towards the mess hall, hoping that a bite to eat would calm at least some of her agitation. Knowing it probably wouldn’t. Passing a side corridor, she heard it, whistling through an open window. It called to her, a siren song. Promising what, she didn’t know. She followed the sound. And stepped through a doorway into the wide open world. Shocking blue sky stretched infinitely beyond her; glittering ocean lapped at the city’s edge and disappeared over the horizon. And the air! The wildness of it made her think that the whole world was laughing and dancing. And it wanted her to join in. She moved to the edge of the balcony, unable to resist. The breeze swirled around her in delight. It played with her hair, lifting it from around her face, cooling her, massaging her scalp with unseen fingers. It curled up her bare arms and flirted with the edges of her sleeves. It sought out the invisible spaces in the fabric of her shirt and snuck inside. The cold feel of it against her skin took her breath away. The breeze sighed, caressing her stomach, sliding up her sides, enveloping her in cool, cool silk. It didn’t stop but went on and on, touching and teasing and caressing. She stood, eyes closed, hands gripping the railing, and reveled in the sensations. It washed away the stress of the morning, leaving her feeling more alive than she had in too long. She smiled to herself, remembering a conversation she’d had with John. He’d told her that only when he flew did he feel truly alive. She was earth-bound – city-bound, she amended with a laugh – but she thought that maybe now she understood what he meant.