Title: Omen
By: wannatee1984

Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Sheppard/Weir, naturally!

Disclaimers: I don't own Stargate Atlantis or any of its characters.
Spoilers: none

Summary: The beginning of something they just can't fight

Notes: Feedback is wanted, needed and will be loved, good or bad!

And is a work in progress, so if you have any ideas for my next chapter I take them! Thanks! )

It was a beautiful morning that was sweeping across the shores of Atlantis today. The sky was a beautiful clear light blue, the sun was shining it's warmness across Atlantis and the clouds were inviting wisps of cute white fluff.

One Doctor Elizabeth Weir was having none of it.

Lost in her own little world, she didn't notice during her long lamentment that night has turned to day. As the leader of the Atlantis expedition she should be up there in the command room, up and about with the other morning-starters and going through the motions of what she goes everyday to ensure Atlantis is safe and at its peak efficiently.

But she realized immediately, after the warm glow of the sun finally made it to her way, that she just couldn't care less. As least not during this present time.

Warm and secure and relaxed within her bed sheets in her room, she thinks for a fleeting moment that she never wants to leave this place.

The arms around her naked waist that bring a steady pulse of warmth and comfort to her body and soul and the warm mass of the equally as naked man spooned against her body, his head nestled in her hair, his breath sending pleasurable feelings throughout her body, did not help her motivation of leaving to get started on her daily activities of being the Commander of Atlantis.

She's wonders for the umpteenth time today just what she got herself into.

Atlantis was at first to her a mission for the whole of human kind. The most amazing trip that she's ever been on. Searching out for new knowledge, technology, civilizations and friends for the better well being of earth in the near distant future.

Basking in the warmth of John Sheppard, she never intended to fall in love here too.

Caressing her slender fingers against his slightly calloused ones that where wrapped around her, she thinks back to how this all began.

It was another one of those missions. Another one when what was a meant to be a easy 'meet and greet' mission went sour. Another one where Sheppard's team went missing. Another one where they're presumed dead. Another one that made her cry everyday that her flagship team wasn't back home. Another one where everyday without him near her made another part of her soul dies inside.

Almost to the point of giving up on them returning to her and her heart almost damaged beyond repair, they finally made it back home. Back into the safety of Atlantis. Back to her.

Exactly 23 days, 7 hours, and 5 minutes later after the day they where first assumed missing.

As soon as the ID caller was identified as that of Lt. Colonel John Sheppard, She ran full speed towards the gate.

She was the first person they met when they all came through.

She was the first person to welcome them back home.

And her heart came back to life at the sight of him, them. All alive, thou battered and bruised. Alive.

Once she called them to get checked out by Beckett in the infirmary, she made a hasty retreat from the gateroom back to her quarters.

Once hidden away from prying eyes, the emotional rollercoaster that she'd been through the last few days finally came pouring out.

She cried 'til she just could not cry anymore.

John Sheppard found her wiping away the final set of tears from her eyes.

They stood her in the middle of her room, facing each other. No words were spoken, eyes met and stared. She found herself gazing into John's hazel eyes. Feeling herself become lost in their depth. Finding herself wanting to drown in their depths. Wishing that the desire blazing though his eyes was only ever directed at her. Helpless to fight whatever happened next.

So when John kissed her, she didn't back away. She's couldn't

She devoured him. Welcomed him. Savored him.

It was animalistic, primal and instinctual. Rough and hard, hot and sweaty.

And far too fast for her liking.

But he more than made up for his shortcomings with his second try.

He was soft and sweet, caressing her body tenderly. Taking the time to find places on her body that send bolts of ecstasy coursing through her veins. His touch and his lips burning liquid fire all over her nerve endings. Giving her bliss she never had before in her life. Making love to her like no one else has. Being loved beyond all reason like never before.

His kisses this time weren't rough and bruising. They were gentle and loving. And his eyes weren't only just glazed over with desire this time. In their depths she also saw something that she never thought she see him direct at her.

Love. All consuming love. And shining through his eyes for the entire world to see.

And she hoped that he could see the same emotions in her eyes as well.

They reached the peak of excitement together. Then cocooned themselves together. Then went to sleep.

An hour later Elizabeth woke up.

Feeling so warm and the safest she ever felt in her life.

And gave her time to think this new turn in their relationship over.

When he wakes up, she knows they need to talk.

She could excuse this as a one time thing. As just a way to reassure the other that they're actually here together. Alive. Not a dream. A way to make sure that they're real.

But knows in her heart that she can't. It wouldn't be fair in him.

Anyone who cared to look could tell that this was coming. Anyone with eyes could see the 'sparks' that erupt when they're together.

It was really only a matter of time before they took it to the next step.

She had never been certain about his real feelings about her before. But his eyes betrayed him. He cared for her. Needed her. Wanted her. Loved her. Much more that he should. She knows now that he feels exactly the same as she does for him, if not more so.

But still she is in fear of things she can't overlook just yet, things they need to talk about when he wakes up. things that would strengthen them or destroy them. Depending on where they do from here.

But for now she knows this.

Whatever this thing between them, is something both cannot hide from. Cannot escape. Cannot deny.

Their love will not be forgotten for forsaken.

As sleep takes over her once again, she feels him move his hands from her waist to right above her heart.

And can't help but think that it's a good omen.

TBC

Any thoughts on me making a john POV of this fic as well?