Yep, it's taken me ages again! Hope this chapter makes up for it (And I hope it makes sense I write it quite quickly!) Please read and review :)
John stared gloomily at the image of his friends sitting at his bedside. His first idea to get their attention had failed miserably and he didn't know what to do next.
Ronon was standing against the wall of the infirmary, his arms crossed tightly across his chest. He watched over John's body silently whilst McKay sat on one of the spare beds, busying himself with his laptop and occasionally bickering with Radek over his radio. Every now and again he would look up, as if he was checking John was still there, before looking back down at his computer. Teyla was sitting on his left, reading quietly from a book whilst Elizabeth sat on his right, her hand holding his tightly. He watched them well into the night as one by one they left to their own rooms to sleep until only Elizabeth was left.
"Elizabeth?" John watched as Carson entered the room. She lifted her head wearily and smiled weakly at Carson, "It's late lass you should be in bed."
"I'm fine."
Carson took another step forward and looked at Elizabeth with sympathy, "He wouldn't want this."
She sighed, "I know, you've told me."
"I'm talking about you; The last thing he'd want is you sitting at his bedside, putting him before your welfare, get some sleep lass."
Elizabeth nodded reluctantly, "I will," She promised. Carson smiled before walking away. Elizabeth turned back to John.
"Tell me what to do," She whispered, "Give me a sign John because I don't know what to do," She placed a single kiss on his forehead and let go of his hand, letting it drop back onto the bed. She took one last look at his unmoving form before quietly slipping out of the room.
"I'm trying Elizabeth," John said to himself, wishing she could hear. Suddenly an idea came to him. It was perfect yet so simple. He just wished he didn't have to wait until the morning. He was desperate to be back in his body, laughing with his team in the mess till the early hours, running with Ronon, sparring with Teyla, bickering with Rodney and flirting with Elizabeth.
The next morning Elizabeth took the work she'd been neglecting and a large mug of coffee and returned to her place by John's bedside. There was still no change but she wasn't expecting one. She knew there was no chance of recovery. As soon as she was sat down she was called over the radio.
"Dr Weir?"
"Yes Chuck?"
"The power's gone out, all over the city."
"What?" She frowned as she scanned her eyes over the fully lit infirmary, "Are you sure, the power's still on here."
"Yes Ma'am, The city's only powering three rooms, Stargate operations, the infirmary and the second chair room."
"Those are the only rooms powered up?"
"We've been trying everything Elizabeth but I jut can't seem to- Elizabeth heard McKay interject and then stop mid sentence.
"Rodney?"
"Yes, yes, yes, just a second," McKay snapped.
"Rodney!" Elizabeth called again after no response.
"For some reason the city's gone into a lockdown."
"Why?"
"Did I not just say I didn't know the reason why?"
She ignored him, "How long till it's fixed?"
"Just a minute," Rodney spoke up distractedly.
"What's going on?" Carson asked.
"The city's acting up," She explained, snapping her head round to greet the doctor.
"Of course," Beckett rolled his eyes.
"Rodney!" Elizabeth called impatiently.
"Some of the doors are still open."
"A malfunction?"
"I don't think so; it's not a co-incidence that all the open doors lead from the infirmary to the second chair room."
Elizabeth frowned again, "What?"
"Do I stutter?" Rodney asked.
Elizabeth looked at Carson and saw her confusion reflected in his eyes, "Why would the city do this?" Carson asked.
Elizabeth's eyes widened and her head slowly rotated until her eyes fell upon John, "No," She shook her head, "It can't be."
"What is it?"
"It's John," She spoke, barely believing what she was saying.
"How is John doing all of this?" Carson asked.
"You said he's brain dead right?" Carson nodded, having no idea where Elizabeth was going with this, "You said his body convulsed."
"Yes," He sounded slowly, raising an eyebrow in Elizabeth's direction.
"So what if- and I know this sounds crazy but, what if his brain, his consciousness was somehow downloaded into the city's computers."
"Elizabeth-
"Think about it!" She interrupted. She rose from her chair, "The only doors open lead straight from here to the chair room which is powered up ready…he's trying to send us a message. He wants to go back in the chair!"
"I really don't see how that's possible," He shook his head.
She ignored him, "John!" She shouted, "If you can hear me… flicker the lights," Elizabeth waited and a moment later the lights in the infirmary turned off for a second then flickered slightly before they came back on. She laughed, "See?"
"Well I never," Carson couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Are you in the computer?" She shouted and the lights flickered again, "Do you need to go back in the chair?" The lights flickered furiously that time and Elizabeth laughed again, "I think that's a definite yes."
"What's going on down there?" Rodney called through the radio.
"We're putting John back in the chair," She answered as she watched Carson get to work. He exchanged John's heart monitor for a portable one and then took him off the vent, switching it quickly with a bag.
"Come on," He pushed air into John's lungs manually as the pair pushed the gurney down the empty corridors towards the chair room. Between the two of them they were able to get him back in the chair.
"Elizabeth, Carson, the city's back online," Rodney informed them through the radio.
"Then get down here," Elizabeth replied as she watched Cason continue to bag John.
"Now what?" Carson asked.
Elizabeth shook her head, "I don't know."
