She didn't know for sure where she was going, she was just simply walking. Normally Elizabeth Weir didn't have a particular destination in mind when she went on these late night walks, but this particular time she was going somewhere specific. She just wasn't sure where.

Still dressed in her usual daily manner though it was nearing one o'clock in the morning, out of habit she mentally counted the doors and hallways. Suddenly she stopped her moderately-paced walk and returned to a door that she had passed. Elizabeth raised her hand to the door then hesitated before timidly knocking twice.

After a few moments without response, she turned to leave. Only a few steps away, she heard his voice from behind her.

"Something wrong?" he asked groggily.

She turned back around to see him standing in the doorway, wearing a wrinkled t-shirt and shorts, his hair sticking out at more angles than she had thought was possible. "No, John," she said, already feeling like bothering him had been a bad idea. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to wake you."

"You didn't," he replied with a slight grin, his expression confirming her suspicion that that wasn't the case. "What's up?" he added, running a hand through his hair.

Elizabeth gave an almost inaudible sigh. "It's nothing, I just…" she paused wondering if she should go on now that she was there, but it seemed foolish now that he asked her. Childish, even.

Fortunately, John understood. "Couldn't sleep?" he supplied, a sympathetic tone in his voice. Though, as a result of the daily demands and situations they faced, sleepless nights were far from abnormal, that didn't make it any less difficult to deal with.

Elizabeth nodded, then, while focusing on a spot on the floor, hesitantly admitted, "I was…a bit afraid to." She knew that if she looked at him, his expression would be all amusement and mocking. Afraid to sleep? Why didn't she just tell him there was a monster under her bed, too? Unfortunately for her, the "monsters" were in her head as well as reality, and were much more persistent.

John nodded in understanding. "You've had a hard day."

This brought Elizabeth's head back up, an expression something like surprise on her face. "I just wanted to thank you," she said softly, moving just a bit closer so that she could see him better in the darkness. She hated talking to someone she couldn't see.

"I didn't really do anything," he said with a shrug, matching her quieter tone. "But I'm glad that I could help anyway."

For a few moments, the two just stood in the hallway in a silence that was just the opposite of awkward, simply enjoying each other's presence.

Elizabeth leaned against the wall sideways, bending her head slightly to rest against it.

"What is it?" John asked in concern, coming out of his room and moving toward her.

Without opening her eyes, she swallowed hard and answered, "There was this point…these few moments…where I really thought…that I'd gone insane. That all of this – Atlantis, you, everyone – was just a figment of my imagination. And…" she stopped, too overcome with emotion to continue.

"Hey," John said in a near whisper, gently but determinedly wrapping his arms around her in a comforting embrace. "It's okay, it's all over now," he whispered in her ear.

Elizabeth didn't bother resisting, instead resting her head on his shoulder. Whatever her dreams and nightmares, real or imagined, were, she now knew she would be able to make it through just as long as long as John Sheppard was there with her.