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A/N: Sequel to Seven Seconds. Review, please. Hey... this is story number 50! YAY! Everyone who reviews this one gets cookies.
The Eighth Second
It only took a second for him to see that she was exhausted. A second for him to understand that she'd thought he was dead, and that she'd resigned herself to it. A second to realize that she was looking at him with something like love in her eyes, something that burned brightly and hid the shadows that pain and worry had caused. A second to decide that he was never going to let her feel that way again. Only one second to realize that even though she didn't hug him this time, she badly wanted to.
It only took one second for John Sheppard to know he was in love with Elizabeth Weir.