Title: The Queen of Atlantis.

Author: Jo'siris

Pairing: Shepherd/Weir

Catagory; humour.

Rating: K+

Spoilers: The intruder.

Summary: "Well, I have you all broken in now. I didn't want to have to train someone else.. Besides, we're quite a team, you and me."

Disclaimer: Nope still not mine. I only play with them.

Elizabeth sat sipping her hot chocolate, staring into space. She hadn't been able to sleep properly since they had left Atlantis for Earth. There, the sound of the ocean lulled her into sleep .

They had made it home, for so long she had longed to go to Earth, yet as soon as they'd arrived, she'd wished to be back on Atlantis. Home was where the heart is…Hers was no longer on Earth. Another thing that had changed in the year she had been away.

"What're you doing up so late?"

Elizabeth was startled out of her day dream by John suddenly appearing on the other side of the table. "Can't sleep either, huh?"

She smiled. He looked so tired, yet oddly relaxed. "I miss Atlantis."

"Me too. There's no place like home, and that's what it is now, Elizabeth. Our home."

She felt a tingle when he referred to it as 'our' home. Elizabeth knew he meant all of them, but it was the way he looked at her when he said it that made her shiver. "How very profound of you, Lt. Colonel Sheppard."

John grinned. Lt. Colonel Sheppard. He knew who he had to thank for that. "If I haven't said it already, Thank you. Your faith in me means a lot."

"Well, I have you all broken in now. I didn't want to have to train someone else.. Besides, we're quite a team, you and me."

"The Atlantis prom King and Queen?"

"Oh, I think more Queen and her Prince. You might be the military leader, John, but ultimately, I am still in charge. You're my…"

His eyes were shining with mischief. "Subordinate?"

"Second in command." She countered. "How does that sound?"

"I serve directly under you? I can do that…" Game on.

Their eyes locked. She knew he was baiting her. Waiting to see how far she would take this before she bolted.

"I mean…" John wriggled about in his seat. "As long as you give me room to manoeuvre."

Elizabeth flushed red. This wasn't them. They didn't do this. Not that she hadn't contemplated what it would be like to be with him intimately. She had dreamt many a night on Atlantis of the two of them, slick with sweat and entwined in each others arms. The guilt she felt when she woke, of Simon at home waiting for her. While she had erotic dreams of another man.

"I know my position.."

Now of course there was no Simon and her guilt was laughable.

"John…"

He leaned forward across the table. "Dr Weir. For a diplomat, you sure back down fast when you get flustered."

"I…" She knew he was trying to make her laugh, as if he knew something was troubling her. He could read her too well, but flashbacks of her dreams came flooding to her mind, images of them writhing together in pleasure.

"And John, what happened to He was giving her an out.

"Just how long are you going to gloat over that?"

"Oh, I dunno…not long…just till they make me a full bird Colonel."

She laughed in earnest this time.

The red alert klaxons went off .

"Looks like we're needed. " John swept his arm in front of him, gesturing for her to proceed him. " Your highness."

As they headed out the door he touched her shoulder and she turned to face him.

"Elizabeth." He grinned. "I know you like to be on top…and I can totally live with that."

Her face burned red and she was immediately grateful that the lights had dimmed for the alert.

End.