The situation hadn't changed by the time Sheppard returned with Weir. Taking a deep breath she squared her shoulders to help Beckett carry Teyla to the infirmary, refusing his offer to wake one of the medical personnel.

"Let them sleep," she said, with only the faintest hint of irony. Sheppard was positive that she was close to dropping from exhaustion. He tried to point out that they only needed one person in the infirmary because of sleep deprivation, but she brushed him off.

"I, for one, am going back to bed," Sheppard announced, shooting a hopeful glance at Weir, once they'd determined that Teyla was going to be fine.

She avoided his gaze and mumbled something barely coherent about getting more work done. Beckett disappeared, and McKay settled down in a chair next to Teyla's bed. Weir made her way to her office, unaware that the major was following behind. She turned the corner and began to pull the door open when she saw Sheppard out of the corner of her eye. Weir turned to face him, her irritation showing on her suddenly tired face.

"Why are you following me, Major?" She crossed her arms and looked at him sternly, reminding him of a girlfriend he'd had as a teenager. Ah, those were the days, he thought.

"Major?" asked Weir irritably, bringing him back down to Atlantis. "Did you want something?"

"I want you to go to bed."

She blinked at him.

Oh crap.

"You're working too hard," he added hastily.

"Go to bed, major," Elizabeth said wearily, "It's past your bedtime."

Sheppard was stunned for a moment, his sluggish mind trying to think of a good retaliation. He finally stood up a bit straighter and opened his mouth to say something, but the words never came. He coughed, turned around and quickly began to walk away.

"Hold on, John, I'm sorry," She said, her tone a little softer. He stopped. "It's nice of you to be concerned, but please, you should go to bed."

Sheppard wheeled around to face her. He had finally thought of something to say. "Yes, mother, of course." He smiled, mentally kicking himself at the same time for being mean to her after she had apologized. Too late, he saw from her face, she was angry again.

"If you had even tried to do some of the work around here, you would understand why I'm irritable," Her voice had gotten quite a bit louder, "It's all the same with you military officers, you kill a few bad guys, and think that puts you above everyone else."

God, she must be tired, Sheppard thought to himself. He had never heard her say 'bad guys' before. "Look," he said, his voice getting louder as well, "Its three, no four in the morning," he said, looking at his watch, "The officers on duty for the past two months have reported that you've been up all night at least twice a week. You're turning into a workaholic! You can't keep this up."

Weir nodded slowly. "You're right, I'm sorry. It's just that I have a lot to do." She turned to open the door to her office.

Sheppard stepped forward and held the door shut. "You are going to bed," he said quietly.

Weir couldn't help noticing that he accented the 'are' trying to leave no room for argument. But he wouldn't get away that easily. Weir reached up and moved his hand away, then turned the knob and opened the door all the way. "Look, I have to work! Maybe you don't, but I do." She shouted at him, making him step back.

"Fine," he said, noticing how good she looked when she was angry. He turned around again, then turned back, for one last attempt at peace-making. "At least let me get you a cup of coffee, or something," he offered.

"Coffee is what started this whole mess, Major." She said, her anger clearly showing in her suddenly quiet tone. She walked into her office and turned around to close the door. "Goodnight." She said loudly, and slammed the door, this time not caring about his fingers.

"'Night," Sheppard said, gazing at the door for a while before walking away slowly.

This was written mostly by Aiylithe. Didn't she do a great job? Review and tell her so! If you want to find out what happens next, review! If you're desperate to find out what happens next, read "Caffenaited," which is slightly ahead of this story. Review that one to! (I'm a review junkie!)-Quinnie

Yes, review, like she said. And, thanks to her for the line "bringing him back down to Atlantis." I like that. Very funny. And now she's pacing back and forth like a three legged horse or something of the like, muttering about reviews. How strange...Aiylithe