A/N: I've spent the day filling in questionnaires from college about the accommodation…so this random piece came to me. Not beta'd so all mistakes are mine.

And sadly no I do not own Elizabeth or John…..or anything else to do with the Stargate franchise.

For Helena, who understands my obsession with fanfiction.

R&R

"What is this?" John asked, striding into Elizabeth's office without knocking brandishing a group of papers. She barely glanced up from the report she was reading before replying it was a questionnaire.

"Well DUH even I know that, but what is it for?"

"The IOA sent them on the Dedalus. There's one for everybody to fill in so don't think they've singled you out. If it makes you feel any better I've got one too."

"That still doesn't answer my question, what are they for?"

"I don't know John. I didn't even know about them until they arrived. Maybe for increasing work productivity?" Elizabeth answered sounding exasperated.

"Oh okay." John said, ending the conversation so as not to frustrate Elizabeth further. Instead he took a seat opposite her desk.

After a couple of minute quietly filling it in, he could keep quiet no longer.

"What do you think of your sleeping quarters in the city? What do they think this place is a hotel?"

"I don't care what you put John just answer with the truth. You can't do anything else. Don't think about it just write."

Taking her advice he settled down again only occasionally speaking up when he found a particular question he couldn't resist but share with her.

"Oh and listen to this one, do you feel safe when you are inside the city? What am I meant to put for that? As much as can be expected for a city that is almost constantly under threat of being attacked by the wraith or the genii…or in fact anything else we meet in this galaxy."

Writing that down he moved onto the next page about personnel, feeling his heart start to beat faster as he read the next question:

What do you think of the Cities leaders (Citizen and military)? Are you satisfied with how they command all aspects of the city?

How would it look if he put that he thought he was falling in love with his boss? She had just told him to write the truth after all, and the papers were anonymous so she'd never find out anyway. After several moments unable to think of anything to write that would do Elizabeth justice he started to write down his true feelings for the leader of Atlantis. Firm in his belief that she herself would never see them…

TBC??

kk I don't know whether to continue this. If anyone is interested I've got a plan for what could happen that I can write up if you want.

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