As a result of someinappropriate reviews i feel i must put this note at the beginning of this story. The category of this story is SHWEIR, (Which most fans will know) and it involves putting Sheppard and Weir together. So, although some have said the characters would never get together...well...what genre is this?

SPOILER SEASON 2

This is also all set after the events of Intruder in which Elizabeth has broken up with Simon, therefore her pairing up with Sheppard would not be wrong nor immoral.

I apologise to all of those who know this obvious point and also thank the many for their kind reviews.

Set before Intruder.

A/N: It struck me that Shep might not have had somewhere to go home to when he visited earth so I came up with a solution for that. This is a one shot as I'm currently writing another fic, but I had to write this for some unknown reason.

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Elizabeth was sat in her kitchen, her feet up on the stool, her arms wrapped around her legs. She bought a hand up and played with the mug of hot coffee on the table beside her and found herself looking out at the window.

She was home.

She was supposed to be happy and yet, she wanted nothing more than to be back on Atlantis. The predictable on Earth, her home, had become the unpredictable and now the events of Atlantis seemed stable by comparison.

The doorbell ringing had her jumping from her reverie and she silently got up off the stool and walked to the door. She looked in the mirror before answering, pushed a hand through her hair and sighed at the dark red rings under her eyes.

When she opened the door the last person she expected to be stood there was Lt Col John Sheppard.

"Hi," he said waving awkwardly. She noted that he was still in his Atlantis BDU's and black t-shirt.

"John," she said pushing both hands through her hair this time in an effort to tame the curls there, "What are you….I mean come in." She stepped aside as John crossed the threshold and he walked into the kitchen where her mug of coffee was still steaming, "Can I get you a drink?" she asked nervously walking over to the stove and picking up the kettle.

John nodded and walked over to the window. "Nice house," he said turning to her and shoving his hands into his pockets.

"So," asked Elizabeth handing him a cup and gesturing to one of the chairs, "What brings you here?"

John sat down and cradled the coffee between his hands, "Yeah I'm sorry to turn up like this, I got your address from the database," he looked down at his hands and chewed on his lip, "The truth is….I don't have anywhere on earth to go," he finished and finally met her gaze.

Calling Earth, Earth, when he was on earth felt strange to him.

"No family?" she asked.

Sheppard took a sip of the coffee, "Uh no," he said abruptly and she knew he didn't want to talk about it. It put his refusal to send a letter home when she had asked a long time ago into perspective.

Sheppard rubbed at his eyes, "I've been staying at the SGC now for three days and even though I'm commanding officer of Atlantis and have now been promoted…" he looked down at his hands, "Some people still have a problem with me and I'd rather not stay there if-"

"John?" she asked with a smile. He looked up at her, his eyebrows knitted together in the middle, "Would you like to stay here tonight? I have a comfy couch through there."

He seemed to let out a breath he was holding and his eyes seemed to light up, "Are you sure?"

"You're more than welcome," she said sipping her coffee.

"You sure it wont be weird?" he asked.

"Well it might be," she smiled, "I usually don't take work home with me but-"

He smiled warmly and leant back in the chair, "Thank you."

Elizabeth was surprised at how comfortable she felt having John around. He had promptly gone upstairs and had a shower and she had loaned him Simons shaving kit so he could get rid of the past few days stubble. Five minutes ago she had ventured upstairs to put his clean uniform outside his door and had heard him singing a Johnny Cash song.

Now she was downstairs chopping onions in preparation for a meal.

John walked into the kitchen with a towel over his head and still rubbing at his wet hair, "I smell food," the muffled voice came through the towel.

"Do you like pasta?" she asked turning to the stove.

John tugged the towel off his head, "Yeah I love it," he walked over to where she was cooking and peered into one of the pots, "I didn't know you could cook."

"Don't really get the chance for it in Atlantis," she said as she continued to slice.

John nodded and folded the towel up, "Guess not. You heard from any of the others since coming back?" He leant against the kitchen counter and folded his arms.

"Rodney said he was going to visit his cat, Beckett is visiting relatives in Vale."

Sheppard was nodding, "Sounds good."

She continued to chop for a while before asking, "You don't have relatives at all?"

Sheppard cleared his throat, "My mother is dead and my father…" he paused, seemed to be searching for the right words and then said, "My father and I don't see eye to eye."

"Oh," said Elizabeth.

"My black mark to him was a black mark to us," he shrugged and she thought she could see the beginning of tears in his eyes.

"I'm sorry to hear that," she said.

He bought a hand up to his eyes and started to rub at them. She watched as a tear slid down his cheek and she couldn't believe that the man she had known in Atlantis, the one who kept his emotions so shielded felt comfortable enough to cry in front of her. She just about to take a step forward and hug him when he turned to her and said, "Onions," and walked away from the table.

He was walking around the kitchen when she noticed that he stopped at a picture of her and Simon. He looked at it and then turned to her, "Is this uh….." he picked up the picture and she couldn't be sure of the look on his face. She couldn't tell if he was jealous and she was surprised when a small part of her wanted him to be jealous.

"Simon," she said throwing the onions into the pan with the rest of the ingredients and putting the lid on the pot, "My partner."

"Oh," said John putting the picture back, "I didn't know…is he here? I mean will he be back here?"

"No," she said walking over to him and looking at the picture which spelt out happier times, "No, we broke up."

"Recently?"

She nodded, bit her lip in an effort not to allow emotion to take her away. She felt his arm around her shoulders and he pulled her in, "I'm sorry Elizabeth," he said.

"Its okay," she said shrugging out of the embrace and walking back over to their food, "Its my fault really. I shouldn't have expected that he would be here when I came back."

Sheppard's eyes were hard and she thought she saw a flare of anger grace his features. Was that an overprotective look?

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Elizabeth had helped John set up the couch for the night and they had said an uncomfortable goodnight. John had waited until she had gone upstairs and closed her bedroom door before he stripped down to his boxers. He slid into the bed which smelt of Elizabeth and rested his head on the pillow. He had never been to her house before, had never expected to come to her house, but now he was here he felt strangely comfortable in it. Comfortable with her.

If the SGC knew he was sleeping at her house he would probably be in the shit. They weren't supposed to fraternize as it was called, but then they were friends. But then so were he and Rodney, so why hadn't he knocked on his door for a place to stay.

He had only just closed his eyes when he heard the click of a latch and something moving in the kitchen.

John stilled his breathing for a second to listen to the sounds.

Maybe she had a cat. She hadn't mentioned a cat.

After he heard distinctly non cat-like footsteps he flung the covers back in one quick motion and felt for his handgun. He'd managed to smuggle it out of the SGC when he shouldn't, but it was like a safety blanket and he felt he couldn't leave it behind. They had after all been through so much together.

He started towards the source of the noise and tip toed through to the kitchen. His heart was in his throat as he spied the open window and muddy footprints on the Formica. His breathing hitched and he moved around the kitchen with practiced stealth. He came up with nothing and just as he was about turn he could hear something now where he had previously been sleeping.

A drawer opening.

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Somebody was in the kitchen. He could hear their feet padding across the floor and he was damned if someone was going to hurt his Elizabeth. He was damned if somebody was going to steal from his house, especially when he was in it.

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John turned and walked into the sitting room, just as the figure of a silhouette stood in front of him. They regarded each other for a minute and John began to lower the weapon when he recognised the face. They had other ideas though and before he knew it something was being slammed down onto his head and before he could stop himself he went down to his knees. He could feel the blood pooling down his forehead, travelling down his nose and dripping onto the floor. Another thwack on the back of his head and he went down for good.

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John could hear voices over his head and could feel hands on his head. The pain which radiated through his skull bought him to a swift consciousness and he had expected to be in the infirmary with Beckett hovering over him. Instead it was Elizabeth's worried face which lingered over his and to his detriment he realised he was still lying on the hard floor. His back now protesting the position, "Elizabeth?" he said reaching up a shaky hand and touching his head.

"Oh God, you're okay," she said.

John sat up slowly and remained sitting on the floor. A hand was thrust into his face and he looked up at his assailant, "I am so sorry," Simon said, "I thought you were a burglar."

John accepted the hand and allowed himself to be pulled up into a standing position. His legs buckled unsteadily and he fought to grab onto Elizabeth as she moved him over to the couch.

"Simon right?" asked John looking up at him and squinting into the light.

"Yes," he said looking down at his hands.

Elizabeth passed him some gauze for his head and he kept it in place, "You always sneak around your own house in the middle of the night?"

"I forgot my key," he said, "Elizabeth always leaves the window open in the kitchen." He said, "You shouldn't do that," Both men said in unison. Simon and John regarded each other with a confused look.

John pushed himself up off the couch and bent down to retrieve his fallen 9mil. He clicked the safety back on and reached for his trousers and started pulling them up.

"You let him have a weapon in the house?" asked Simon with a glare, "You hate guns."

John looked over to Elizabeth with an apologetic look, "Yeah sorry about that. Old habits die hard."

"John is military," said Elizabeth as if that would explain everything, but Simon looked less than satisfied as he had his hands crossed over his chest.

"What are you doing here?" asked Elizabeth now standing and wrapping her dressing gown around her tightly.

John's senses were only just reaching usual so it had taken him a while notice to realise that Elizabeth had a sexy silk gown on.

"This is my house too," said Simon.

"Which I threw you out of," said Elizabeth.

John stood between the two, his eyes moving from one to the other as if he were at a tennis match and he held his hands up and took a step back, "I'm going to take my concussed self into the other room."

Neither one of them acknowledged him as he walked away and he sat at the kitchen counter bleeding and listening to their ensuing argument.

"Who's that?"

"He's my Commanding Officer, he didn't have anywhere else to go."

Great, now he felt like a sad case.

"And you think I'm an asshole for seeing someone else."

John got up off the stool and found himself clenching his fists. That bastard.

"I'm not seeing John,……..God Simon."

"You left and didn't tell me. Was I supposed to wait?"

"I didn't expect you too, but I did expect you to tell me before I came back, cooked you dinner and had sex with you."

"I'm sorry Liz, but I missed you."

There was silence and John was starting to feel uncomfortable, as well as nauseous. He wondered whether or not he should be at a hospital right now. But then head wounds were always bleeders. Right?

"He looks at you a certain way you know. He likes you. He was running around the god damn house protecting you."

"He thought you were a burglar."

"This is my house."

"Yes I know and once I go back to Atlantis you can have it because I sure as hell wont be back. I only wish Sedge could come with me. How is he?"

"Whining for you."

"You didn't have to take him."

"Like you said, you're leaving."

There was silence again.

"I still love you."

"I loved you," There was silence again and John wondered whether they were kissing in there, "Please just go Simon."

"Leave you alone with him,"

"Yes."

"He's no good for you, cant even take care of himself. You seen the guys hair?"

John walked over to the oven door and looked at his hair. What the hells wrong with my hair? This coming from a man whose hair is taking over his head. Talk about gross.

"Simon, just go. I'll contact you about the house before I leave."

"Fine. I'll go."

"Thank you."

John heard footsteps and then Simon peered into the kitchen, "I'm sorry about your head." He looked down at the floor before saying, "Take care of her."

John nodded, "I will."

Simon left and John was left standing in Elizabeth's kitchen. When he walked back through to the sitting room she was sitting on his bed, her head in her hands.

"You okay?" he asked sitting down beside her.

She parted her hands and looked over to him. Her eyes were red and brimming with tears.

"Hey don't cry," he said dropping the bloody rag and bringing her into a hug, "Its okay."

She buried her head into his chest and seemed to stifle sobs, "I feel so alone," she said into his t shirt.

"You're not," he said forcing her to look at him, "You're really not."

"I am," she said rubbing at her eyes.

John smiled, "Hey come on, I'm the guy that has no where to live remember, no family. I'm alone, you…..you have a whole city."

"So do you," she said looking up into his eyes.

He bought a hand up and with his thumb wiped away some fresh tears.

At the same time she placed a finger up to his head and touched his cut. It had stopped bleeding.

They were sitting in silence, staring at each other and Elizabeth's heart never beat so quickly in her chest. She so wanted to be close to someone right now, even if it was for one night, even if it was for this moment.

She tilted Johns head and kissed his forehead where a bruise was already beginning to form.

He seemed taken a back and pulled back slightly to study her face.

Where a tear had rolled down her cheek, he leant in and kissed it.

They looked at each other again and his eyes seemed to have a conversation with her. Asking her if it was okay.

She nodded.

His eyes seemed to ask if she was sure.

"Just for tonight."

He leant in and a moment before their lips met, their eyes connected, and she knew she wasn't alone.

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AN a bit of fluff, written late so don't know how it turned out. I'm verging a bit on shweir these days, don't know what up with that, but at the beginning of intruder did you notice the flirting going on? PLEASE REVIEW!