Disclaimer: I don't own Atlantis damn it! But if I did I would make sure that John got with Elizabeth instead of Teyla cos she is meant to be 20-25 and he is 35-40 plus the fact she is a little boring.

Title: Finding love in the most unlikely of places

Chapter 1: In the Office

John Sheppard had a spring in his step. He felt great! He had woken up to a beautiful day after sleeping like a baby, had a good sparring session with Teyla (even if he did get his ass whipped,) soaked in a hot tub for half an hour and now he was on his way through the control room to the mess hall for breakfast.

As John whistled as he went, he looked around the control room to see his lovely boss, Elizabeth Weir, not looking so…well, lovely. So, he changed his direction and gave a cheerful knock on the door.

"Come in." She said glumly, her eyes never left her computer screen and so she didn't see who was leaning on her doorway.

"Just give me the bad news. Rodney blew up his lab again or is it something even worse." She looked up to see John Sheppard with a very worried look on his face. She started to stand up from her seat with what strength she had.

"What happened?" She was getting scared now. John quickly moved away from the doorway, smiled and gestured for her to sit down again.

"No. No. Nothing's happened. I'm just worried about you, Liz." He said, taking the seat in front of her desk. She sat down.

"Don't call me that." She gave a half-hearted smile. John looked at her. She appeared to not of slept in days, her hair was messy, reports were lying around everywhere and she was on her fifth cup of coffee. He sighed.

"You've been here all night." It was a statement not a question. It was her turn to sigh. "You look like you have been hit by a truck." He stated.

"Thanks." She replied sarcastically, but he continued.

"Then the truck completely ran you over, then reversed over you again and once it had moved on and you had managed just about to stand up straight, another truck, twice the size, did the exact same thing to you." She stared at him, blinking with horror.

"Right. So, basically I look like a piece of shit, then" She asked, too tired to come up with a witty remark. He frowned, thinking that he had really hurt her feeling and started to try and make up for it.

"Well no, I wouldn't say that…" He looked at her; she took a back seat, folded her arms and raised an eyebrow prepared for whatever he had to say.

"…okay, so yes, pretty much a piece of shit really." He scratched the back of his head during the awkward silence and then they both simultaneously burst out laughing.

"You really know how to make a girl feel good about herself, Major." She said with sarcasm as she yawned.

"And you know how to work a girl too hard."

"John-" She sighed.

"I'm serious Elizabeth, you need some serious downtime." Elizabeth opened her mouth to speak, but he held up his hand to silence her.

"No! I don't want to hear it, thank you. You're going to come with me to breakfast and take the rest of the day off and I will force you to have fun. No arguments! Or I'll get Carson!" Elizabeth opened her mouth again, but decided that maybe John was right. However, before she had time to reconsider, he had grabbed her hand, taken her out of her seat and was running to the mess hall.