Title: There's something about John Sheppard.

Summary: A little drabble about John Sheppard, from Weir's POV and Sheppard himself.

Spoilers: Home (109) The Storm (110). The Eye (111), The Defiant One (112)

A/N: Just something I noticed while watching The Eye (111). Right, and about any ship, none were intended.

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He scared me.

The look in John's eyes was something I had never seen before, one of pure anger and hatred. When Kolya held me in his grip, I was certain I would never see Atlantis again or anyone for that matter. The event horizon loomed closer and then I heard gun shots.

Kolya turned and with the same horror on his face, realized that he had finally lost the battle, but he wasn't going to go down without a fight.

The cold metal of the gun brushed my body, sending goose bumps of fear surging through me. John was in a half kneel, his P90 confidently in his hand, but it wasn't John. This man was someone I've never met before.

He looked like John, sounded like him too. But, the real John Sheppard I knew was the wise cracking, sarcastic person and not someone with so much malicious intent. Cold and empty eyes that only speak of what he was about to do.

A gun shot rang in my ears like someone had let off a firecracker in a trash can. Kolya slumped behind, freeing me and disappeared through the Stargate. Whether he lived or died, we don't know.

Even after the Genii was taken down, the look I so feared remained on John's face. The intensity of it lingered. As I stood up and stared at my major, I saw him snap from the stranger with the gun to a friend who was worried about my safety and apologising for his action.

I couldn't think of anything at that time, only complete shock that he could switch between those two personalities in a split second. It was as if someone had changed the channel on a TV set.

He has asked me if I was 'OK'. If I had said yes, I would've been lying. Obviously John saw no problems with my shock; he probably assumed his actions were an everyday thing to him. Though, it wasn't for me.

I guess I should be flattered that he did what he did, all for me.

Or was it?

John is somewhat of a mystery to me. I have to admit that, in the beginning, the only reason he was with the Atlantis expedition was because of the Ancient's gene. I have to shamefully confess, in a way, he was just a tool. Nothing more.

But now, after months of working with the major, there's something in him that speaks further than the military man he is.

At this point, I realise I knew nothing about him. Yes, I do know about his family, but that's what there was on his file. The personal life of John was never brought up and he had never offered anything of his life back on earth.

He builds his own chain of command, defies direct orders and makes his own rules. Why do I trust this man?

Not long after we had brought Atlantis back to the way it was, as it had been prior to the storm, I stood by John's side, overlooking the control room. The memory of John's dark visage haunted me as we both looked on. None of us had said a word.

I had intended to keep silent and be the calm leader I was meant to be, completely in control of things. John however had a different idea in mind, he asked me about our Genii guest, Sora. The small banter between us helped ease me a little.

Then Rodney came from behind and was showing off his first aid skills. I was smiling and complementing Rodney with laugh, it was then that I noticed the smile that graced John's lips. The sarcastic roll of his eyes reminded me of the true person inside and not the soldier hero he plays.

It brought me great comfort to see John as John.

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A/N: This is Weir's POV, if you hadn't figured it out. –grins- . Next up will be John's POV.