A/N: So, thank you to my lovely readers and the people who have alerted and reviewed this story. Chapter 3, and I hope this is interesting too.

Same notes as usual: Everyone but Linda and April aren't mine and please review.

Chapter 3

John's arm fell to his side as his head lolled back. Slowly and gently, he thumped his head against the wall. Two days in isolation. Great! It didn't help matters that he found his roommate extremely annoying for no reason at all. He knew the feeling was mutual and due to the alien bacteria that was running around inside of them.

But she irked the hell out of him.

Just as he did her.

After having a nice long, hot shower he'd grabbed a set of BDU's from the stand and got himself dressed. Then he was marched straight back to isolation and locked in the room on his own. It was a full thirty minutes later when Linda had showed up, scowl in place as she stomped over to one of the beds and jumped on top of it, crossing her arms.

They were still like that five hours later. Just less of a scowl on either face.

"This is your fault," she reminded him for the hundredth time and he growled under his breath.

"Next time I'll be sure to push you in first," he ground out.

"Do that, I'll shoot you."

"Then I'll have to shoot you back," he quipped, narrowing his eyes at her.

"Is that before, or after I incapacitate you?"

He chuckled, finding the fierce threat hilarious. "Please. You wouldn't stand a chance."

"Oh really?" she asked, her frown deepening and John mentally slinked back, his face a stony mask however.

He narrowed his eyes even more and stood up from his spot. "Really," a sarcastic smirk gifted his face as he stepped closer. "I train with Teyla everyday so I know a few tricks."

A similar smirk dotted her face and she jumped off the bed, stepping closer, "You're not the only one in this room that can fight Major."

His smirk stayed in place but his eyes narrowed. Was this a challenge? If it was, he'd be more then happy to step up to the mark. Taking another step he looked down at her, trying to use his height as a scare tactic, "And how long would you last before I kicked your ass, Dr?" His voice was light, taunting and Linda was beginning to see a darker shade of red as the seconds ticked by.

Her fist clenched by her side and she stood, toe to toe with the Major. "Somebody's confident." A smirk twisted itself up and she relaxed her hand, "Can you deliver though?"

He wanted to laugh at the statement. It had a second meaning, he was sure of that. The light in her eyes was enough of a give away for him. "I think the better question is can you handle what I deliver?"

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Carson frowned as his computer gave a beep. Tapping the keys a few times he studied the information. As he read the second line his eyes widened and his hand shot to his earpiece. Pushing the chair back he made a start for his medical bag and rushed to the medicine stores. Rummaging around he grabbed vials, needles and anything else he thought would be appropriate and hurried out of the infirmary, "Elizabeth, we need to separate the Major and Dr."

"What are you talking about Carson?"

He sighed and pushed past a group of scientists huddled in the corridor, "There's a second virus much, much smaller then the first. I can't believe I almost missed it." According to the database, both virus' released certain toxins, both with completely different effects upon the body, that were necessary for the other one to survive. Without one the other couldn't exist.

"I'm on my way. Is this second virus more dangerous?"

Shaking his head he hurried down the steps and jumped the final few. "Not so much dangerous as…" he struggled to find a suitable word. "Feeling."

"Carson?" Her voice wavered and he sighed.

"It's not more dangerous but it, it induces feelings. Strong feelings Elizabeth."

"Okay," her voice was unsure and he groaned.

Turning the corner he quickly rushed through the door to the observation deck and stood, stock still, mouth open as he stared at the scene in front of him. John had Linda pinned against one of the beds set up for the two of them, his hands pulling her closer to him as she ran a hand through his hair and up the back of his shirt. They were desperate for skin to skin contact and Carson tapped his earpiece again, "It has aphrodisiac properties Elizabeth."

"What?"

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John inched closer and pushed her back to the bed. Putting his hands on the bed either side of her he narrowed his eyes and leaned his face closer. "I know you doctor types. All brains, not much experience."

She had narrowed her eyes at that so quickly and pushed her hands against his chest, "Major. Just because you're a flyboy doesn't mean you know all the right moves."

A sneer worked its way into that sentence and John pushed further, leaving a hairbreadths of a gap between them. "Oh, and you're so sure of yourself now?" His voice deepened to a frown, doubting her words. He leaned closer, his hands sliding up to rest on her waist. She gave a small jump and he laughed at her. "Little jumpy aren't we?" he laughed again and tilted his head to the side, "Looks to me like you can't handle much."

She slapped him. Not too hard but not too gently neither and for a moment the Major was stunned. Turning his head back to look at her he rose his eyebrows at her, "The more you talk the more I get bored," she said matter of fact.

A smirk lifted the corners of his mouth and he moved in. The kiss was needy, desperate to find every inch available to them. He ran a hand through her hair and angled her head back to gain better access, growling as his other hand sneaked its way under the hem of her shirt.

Her hands grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer, the heat of their bodies against each other making her groan. He reciprocated the sound and began nibbling her jaw in hungry rushes.

"Major Sheppard, Dr Parsons," Carson's voice rang through the room and he groaned against her neck.

"What?" Linda snapped over his shoulder and he went back to devouring her neck.

"Step away from each other, and that's an order."

John growled and glanced over his shoulder, "Hey Doc'? We're a little busy here, come back later." He snapped back round and continued his attack.

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Elizabeth walked into the observation room just as she heard John's last comment. The Scot's hand was already to his ear as he ordered one of the guards on duty to grab a Wraith stunner from the Armoury. "That's a little extreme isn't it Carson?"

He nodded, "Aye, but if we don't then they'll carry on."

When she peered into the room below her eyes widened. Now she understood the doctor's intentions. Both personnel were stripped of their jackets, boots being kicked off and she tried over the intercom to get them to stop to no avail. Linda was in the process of removing John's top and Elizabeth was praying that it didn't go any further.

One minute later, a heavily panting Marine stepped through the threshold and glanced up at Elizabeth, shocked by both the state of the two people in front of him and the order to shoot. He shot twice and all three watched as the couple fell in a heap on the floor.

Elizabeth sighed and pinched her eyes shut for ten seconds then opened them again. "Get hazmat suits, I want them strapped to a bed."

"Now who's extreme?" Carson replied.

She rose her eyebrows at him, "Do you want a repeat?" She gestured to the two people and Carson sighed. "Just one restraint should be enough."

The doctor nodded, uttering the orders through his earpiece to his staff, adding that it was urgent.

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Linda awoke with a groan. Pulling her hands up to rub at her face she snapped her eyes open and looked at her wrist. A leather restraint was wrapped firmly around it. What the hell?

"My thoughts too," John answered, a scowl in place as he moved his line of sight to the observation deck.

She followed his gaze and frowned. The whole of his team, plus April and the rest of that team, Elizabeth and Carson, were stood, staring down at them. Some of them held smiles, poorly hidden and other's were just staring, concern in their faces. "What the hell?" She repeated the question and she watched April's face contort into a bigger grin.

SGASGASGASGA

When Rodney was told that John had to be stunned he had rushed to the isolation room to ask why. By the time he arrived and looked down into the room, a frown had formed. What reason was there to restrain both patients unless they were trying to kill each other? A topless Major held no answers. "What's wrong? What's happened?"

Elizabeth coughed into her hand and Rodney frowned. She knew something, and it was funny to her. She did that, coughed to cover up the laugh that always tried to push through when she wore that smirk. "There erm, there was a situation."

He narrowed his eyes and glared at Carson, "What happened Carson?"

The medic spared a glance with Elizabeth who only acknowledged the rest of Sheppard's team along with Major Domino's team. "They're both fine," she assured them, leaving Rodney with still no answer.

"Will somebody please tell me what I missed!" he all but shouted into the room.

Carson hid a smile and made a hand gesture to Rodney, inviting him closer. Going to the computer he pulled up the last ten minutes of footage and allowed it to play. What the medic hadn't realised, was that everyone else was crowding around to watch the clip.

Once it was finished silence descended and Elizabeth could see many smirks starting to form. "Kirk," Rodney mumbled, earning a snort from Ford.

"Oh this is definite leverage," April said quietly.

The comment was heard by the younger man, who smiled back, "Definitely leverage. For both of them."

"I don't know," Rodney commented, "Sheppard doesn't usually get embarrassed about a woman. You remember Chaya right?"

Nods of agreement from his team confirmed it and both Jay Krause and April Bozeman shared a look with each other. It had nothing to do with the Major, more to do with blackmailing their linguist, which made them both smile. Thomas Domino rolled his eyes and slapped them both around the back of the head, "No." It was a simple order but the meaning was clear, Not without me or Olivia.

Oh yeah, they were going to have fun.

"Is anyone going to tell us why the hell we're handcuffed?" Linda's voice broke through, attracting everyone's attention.

"It's just as a precaution," Elizabeth said soothingly. "We don't want either of you getting hurt."

"Great," John started, "Now I'm handcuffed in a room with her," he waved his free hand at the linguist who made a face.

"Like being stuck with you is much better. I'd rather be locked in a lab with Dr McKay."

"What's that supposed to mean?" the scientist in question asked, receiving nothing but poorly hidden amusement from everyone but Teyla, Elizabeth and Carson.

"Okay," the expedition leader stated, "the fun is over everyone. Time to get back to what we were doing before." They slowly trickled out of the room, talking amongst themselves and still laughing at the video that they had seen. She turned back to the isolation room with a sigh. "Just one more day right?"

"Aye, Carson answered. "After tomorrow they'll be out." She nodded and bid the medic farewell, giving him a sympathetic glance as the two patients began an argument below them. The woman was glad neither of them were armed and were restrained to the bed they were attached too. She didn't want to think about what could happen if they were freed; what she had almost witnessed or a brawl.