Standing in the doorway to Elizabeth's room, John leant against the frame and just stood watching her. She was propped up in her bed, folders and papers scattered around her. He smiled and shook his head, she just wouldn't relax.
Elizabeth had been transferred to the private hospital as soon as she was stable enough to be transported. He had constantly visited her, sometimes talking for hours, others just watching her in silence. Elizabeth had quickly become bored, requesting that he contact her office and find her something to do. Initially he had refused her request, telling her that she needed to take some time out to recover. Elizabeth had simply raised her eyebrow before convincing him to help her out.
It had taken him just over a week to confess what had happened in the office with her father. Elizabeth had remained silent, staring at him in shock.
Three Weeks Ago
"Hi." Elizabeth smiled at him from the bed.
"Hey." John smiled slightly before dropping into the chair beside her bed.
Elizabeth narrowed her eyes at him, "What's wrong?" she asked him, picking up that something wasn't right.
"It's Nicolas." He began hesitantly.
"My father? Is it something to do with why he hasn't come to visit me? To apologise." Elizabeth questioned softly.
"You could say that." John told her.
"Just tell me, please." Elizabeth pleaded with him.
"The same day you were shot, Ronon and I went to confront him." John began slowly.
"No." Elizabeth breathed out in horror.
John nodded, "He pulled a gun on us before having some sort of psychotic break. He was going to kill me to keep me away from you."
"Nobody was hurt?" Elizabeth questioned fervently.
"No." John told her shaking his head, "The police have him in custody. They've confiscated papers that detail all of the damage he has done over the years."
John watched as tears began rolling down her cheeks. Elizabeth wiped at her eyes furiously, remaining silent for minutes.
"God, look at me." She whispered out brokenly.
John reached out and grasped her hand "Let it out."
"I just can't get my head around how desperate he was to keep you away from me."
"It's over now." John reassured her.
"I can't help thinking that somehow this is my fault, if I had stayed away from you he wouldn't have been tempted to go to such extremes." Elizabeth confessed.
"This is NOT your fault." John told her adamantly, "People fall in love everyday, you can't help who it's with."
"I know." She forced a smile onto her face.
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Pegasus Technologies had been cleared of any foul play by the police. They still didn't know the full extent of Nicolas's activities but knew that it was usually to do with his private affairs. Since John had divulged to Elizabeth about what her father had done, he had kept her informed of every step in the investigation.
The press was still hounding John and had become even more vicious since Nicolas's arrest. Elizabeth was safe from the media in the hospital and he was extremely grateful for that. What she didn't need right now were people poking around, asking her intrusive questions.
"So when are you breaking out of here?" John questioned Elizabeth as he pushed off the door frame.
"When did you get here?" Elizabeth gave him a huge smile.
John shrugged, "A minute ago, I was just indulging in one of my favorite past times."
"Watching me?" she laughed.
John nodded, his tongue darting out to lick his lips.
"I love you." Elizabeth whispered, still amazed that she could tell him that so freely.
He smiled, moving forward to lean over her and capture her lips in a slow drugging kiss.
"What are you working on?" John asked as he pulled back.
"Just some translating for work and to answer your question from before, Carson says I can leave here tomorrow morning."
"That's great." John smiled, "Will you come back to my apartment so I can look after you?"
"I would love too, but I think that I should stay with mum, she really needs me right now." Elizabeth told him softly.
"I understand." John told her sincerely, "You'll have to visit me cause I doubt I am welcome at the Weir mansion yet," he smiled cheekily.
The ringing of his mobile phone stopped her from replying.
"Sheppard." John spoke into the phone.
Elizabeth watched him curiously as he answered in monosyllabic words.
"Okay, I'll be right down." He finally said before flipping the phone shut.
"Who was that?" Elizabeth asked him.
"The police, they've found some documents they thought I might like to see."
"You?" Elizabeth questioned confused.
"Yeah, it is a little strange but the officer was adamant that I would want to see it immediately." John told her.
"Go then." She urged him.
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"Mr Sheppard, this way please." The Sergeant indicated to an office
A man rose from behind a big desk, with his hand extended out.
John grasped the hand, "I'm Captain Hank Landry, Mr Sheppard." The man introduced himself.
"Call me John."
Taking a seat opposite the Captain, John asked curiously, "What would Nicolas Weir had that could possibly interest me?"
"I understand that you lost two years of your life?" Landry asked John.
"In East Timor, Yes but what does this have to do with that." John asked confused.
"Everything." Hank Landry told him before pushing a folder in front of John.
"We found this today, the contents may surprise you."
Glancing at it slowly, John read it before letting out a huge groan.
"That son of a bitch." He growled.
TBC
AN: Sorry bout the short update, trying to fit everything in around uni. Nearly finished this! Yay! Please review.
