"..Catch up on your sleep and we'll put you to work first thing tomorrow morning. You have all been assigned sleeping quarters. Remember the briefing is at 0600 tomorrow, until then I will leave you to make yourselves comfortable." Amy Stevens told the delegation. Amy was head negotiator for the United Nations on this assignment and Elizabeth respected the older woman. She would be learning a great deal from her during this assignment.

Elizabeth glanced around the bustling base, her eyes unwillingly looking for John. She was still slightly angry at him for deceiving her yet again but she could see where he was coming from. If she admitted it to herself she was relieved, relieved that he was here to look out for her. Her stomach curled into knots just thinking about his reasons for coming, he had admitted that he felt he needed to protect her.

Elizabeth didn't see John anywhere and was a little disappointed. Shaking her head, she realized that she had half expected him to be lazing against a wall watching the delegation. Elizabeth picked up her shoulder bag and straightened out the crumpled piece of paper that had the information on how to get to her quarters.

'Okay, time to regroup.' She thought to herself before heading off in the direction of the accommodation.

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"Where am I?" Elizabeth muttered. She'd been wondering around the base for the past half an hour and was still no closer to finding her room. Not wanting to seem incompetent, she hadn't asked anybody for directions. Elizabeth knew it was stupid but for her whole life people had been at her disposal and now, she felt useless because she couldn't even find her own quarters. Determined to find them on her own she straightened herself up and turned around.

Turning around a corner Elizabeth ran straight into a firm body. Hand grabbed her upper arms and straightened her. Glancing up her eyes focused on an unfamiliar face.

"I am so sorry, I…" her voice rushed out.

"It's okay." The man replied, his eyes taking in her bags.

"Are you lost ma'am?"

"Um…Yes, I guess I am." Elizabeth said as she pulled a face.

The man offered his hand, "I'm Major Marcus Lorne."

Elizabeth accepted the major's hand, "Elizabeth Weir." She smiled.

"Ahh," Lorne smiled, "It all makes sense now."

"What?" Elizabeth questioned confused.

"Your part of the U.N Delegation." He stated.

"Am I that obvious?" She asked him.

"You look a little out of place, plus you're wondering around with your bags." Lorne pointed out while smirking cheekily.

Elizabeth just raised her eyebrow and held the piece of paper out to him, "Can you please get me here?"

She had given up on the idea of getting to her room by her own steam and felt a little disappointed but she knew she had plenty of time to prove her independence.

"Sure." Lorne agreed, "Can I take your bags?"

Elizabeth didn't say anything, she just handed him her bags.

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John knew that the delegation had retired for the night. Now was the perfect time to get Elizabeth alone and talk to her. Tell her why he had felt so compelled to protect her, get her to promise not to put herself in danger. He needed her to allow him to look out for her and John knew that she would take a lot of convincing.

John heard a woman and man laughing and he smirked to himself. 'Someone is getting lucky tonight.' Rounding the corner, John wanted to see who the lucky woman was and which officer she was with.

Taking in the woman, his eyes clouded over. "Elizabeth?"

The woman looked up and the smile dropped from her face. "John?"

"Colonel." Lorne straightened up and saluted his commander.

"I'll take it from here, Major." John told Lorne.

Noticing that the Colonel seemed a bit on edge Lorne just nodded, "Yes Sir." Handing John the bag he turned to Elizabeth, "I will see you later Ma'am." He told Elizabeth before striding off down the hall.

"What are you doing?" Elizabeth demanded.

"Taking you to your room." John shot back before storming off down the hallway.

Elizabeth glared at him for a moment before taking off after him.

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Stepping into Elizabeth's quarters John dumped her bag onto the bed before spinning around.

Elizabeth had been right on his heels and she was closing the door. Just by looking at her he could tell she was fuming. He admitted that he had over-reacted when he had seen her with Lorne and the jealousy took him a little off guard. It wasn't as if she was his. John closed his eyes for a moment, knowing she was about to rip him to shreds.

Elizabeth glowered at him for a moment, not saying a word. She wanted him to know how angry she felt about everything that had happened between them. Before she could say a word, John stepped forward, closer to her.

"Don't!" She warned.

"What was that?" Elizabeth asked.

"I'm sorry." John offered without wanting to explain his sudden attack of the green monster.

Elizabeth's eyes softened a little and John took this as an indication so he stepped forward a little.

"Why are you here?" she pleaded to him softly.

"I told you before, I needed to be here. I need to make sure that your safe." He murmured back.

"Why?" she asked him.

"Because…I care." John told her a little forcefully.

"You shouldn't." she told him bluntly.

"You can't."

"I can!" He whispered before walking up to her side and leaning into her ear.

"And I do." He whispered into her ear before leaving her room.

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