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Just a short fic after no man's land and Misbeggoten. ENJOY!

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WEIR: Colonel Caldwell. What's the status of the repairs?
CALDWELL: Ongoing. We lost a few key personnel in the attack.
WEIR: Yes, we did.CALDWELL: I'm sorry.
WEIR: So am I.

There was a storm tonight in Atlantis and to Elizabeth it seemed to be raging in her mind as well. She sat up in bed going over the conversation between her and Caldwell.
It had been a week since she had thought her heart would be forever ripped in half. A week since she thought John was gone forever. What would she have done if he hadn't survived? Stop! She told herself sternly, he's alive and safe, stop thinking about what would have happened. But, she couldn't not think about him and everything that had gone on that day.

Elizabeth pushed her mind in another direction. The day after he got back, the day he walked into my office, she thought. When he defended me in front of Woolsey.

SHEPPARD: Just out of political curiosity, how much trouble is it gonna cause you if I knock this Woolsey guy in the head?
WEIR: May I ask why you'd like to do that?
SHEPPARD: It's just an impulse I had, really, one I suspect I'm gonna have again next time I see him. He may not even have to say anything. WEIR: I've never seen you like this. What did Woolsey say to you?
SHEPPARD: Besides judging every damned decision you've ever made?
WEIR: John Sheppard, are you defending my honor!
WEIR: Well, don't be too hard on him. I think of all the circling wolves, he's the least likely to actually bite. In fact, he might even convince the others to leave us alone.
SHEPPARD: Alright, so ... no head knocking.
WEIR: It's the thought that counts.

Her head had spinned after that conversation. Did he just say he cares for me? Was that what he meant when he defended me or was he just being protective of me since I'm the leader of Atlantis? She would probably never know, but she wished she could somehow figure out his meaning. Elizabeth's' head dropped slightly , but she didn't feel like going to sleep.

She sat there listening to the thunder and the rain falling heavily over the city. She sat there for a long time, and finally she started to doze.

Ten minutes later a figure with messy, untidy hair emerged through the door of Elizabeth's room. The intruder was holding a single red rose in his left hand. He moved toward the bed quickly, setting the rose on the pillow next to the sleeping form. He surveyed her for a few moments and gently kissed her on the forehead. She stayed fast asleep, and with a swift motion the mysterious figure was out the door.