A/N I'm so sorry it took me this long to update! My comp got sick, and then I got sick and didn't want to fix it. Not only that, but I just got season 7 on DVD. So there have been many distractions. I have had a lot of requests for a McWeir chapter, so, this one will have some in it. Don't worry, be happy!

Gater101/Laura I don't mind if you post this story on those sites, but could you email me the Addresses so I can come and visit them? I would have emailed, but wouldn't let me see yours. So here is mine Anitacat at aol dot com. Thanx a bunch!

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"Elisabeth, have you been down to the infirmary in the last few hours?" Rodney McKay poked his head in Dr. Weir's office, startling her from her paperwork.

"No, is something happening?" Great, now what had John managed to get into?

"Yea, but if you are busy, then it can wait. No rush." Rodney started to twiddle his thumbs nervously. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.

"No, I was just finishing up." John was going to kill him when he woke up.

"Well, I'm going to head back to my lab." Rodney darted out of the office before Elisabeth could respond.

'I don't get it.' Nearly everyone who had passed by her office in the past few hours had taken the time to stop and stare. Only when she glanced up had they continued with whatever their previous activity was. Liz put together what Rodney had said, and the weird looks from the rest of the city, and came to a conclusion. This had something to do with one Major Sheppard.

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'I cant believe I told her to go down and look. That is so childish!' McKay was silently berating himself while he attempted to work on what looked like a remote control. 'All I need is for the Major to get me alone on some distant planet. Then I'm toast.' Rodney poked the remote with his finger, trying to decide if the blue button near the top stood for power.

"I can see why you told me to go down there." Uh oh, that was Liz's voice.

"And why would that be?" He didn't turn his head from his desk. 'Don't acknowledge her, don't turn and look!'

"Well, it does seem nice that people are beginning to pair off. I mean, who knows how long it will be until we can go back to earth?" Liz had moved closer to him now, standing only a few feet behind his desk. Nearly the whole base was aware that there were some feelings there, but no one was bound to start any rumors about them. Rodney could probably beam your ass to an ice planet within moments, and Dr. Weir was just too respected.

Rodney finally turned to face Liz. 'Oh god.' She had taken off her jacket and was wearing that little red shirt he loved so much, the one that clung tight to her body. He gave an audible gulp before speaking. "Yea, but aren't there regulations about that?"

"Not for civilians." Was she flirting with him? It sure seemed like it but she had a boyfriend back home. "Which means that almost anyone can pair up." Rodney really couldn't figure out what to do with this information. He slowly rose from his seat, never taking his eyes off Elisabeth. 'This could be a dumb idea.' What he was about to do could be the worst thing he had ever done. It could also be the smartest.

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Adien Ford stood on one of Atlantis' many balconies, throwing rocks into the water below. He always managed to find the time to come out here and hold a one-man pity-party. Even though this job could be considered the opportunity of a lifetime, he missed earth. He had family there, his mom and dad, and a girlfriend who was becoming something more. He knew the risks when he came here, but he never imagined feeling this lonely. Even his newfound group of friends couldn't alleviate the one thing he missed most in his life. What 25-year-old American male didn't want the company of a girl, especially after a hard mission? He had seen the way Teyla fussed over the Major, even when she was more injured than he. Adien missed that, the feeling that someone back home cared about the way things turned out.

He heard the doors whoosh open behind him and turned to see a young woman standing with a pint of chocolate ice cream and a spoon. "I'm sorry, I didn't know someone was out here." She turned to leave, but Ford stopped her.

"Its alright, I was just dealing with my own problems." He pointed to the ice cream in her hands. "Where did that come from?"

"Dr. Beckett wouldn't leave earth without a huge supply of ice cream. We nurses have figured out where it is." So that's why she looked familiar. She was one of the nurses in the infirmary, and had probably been hovering while he visited John.

Adien turned back towards the water and tossed in another stone. There was something therapeutic about waiting and seeing the splash far below. "Where do you get the rocks? There aren't any in the city." It was that young nurse again. Part of him wanted her to leave so he could mope in peace, but he would never be so rude as to ask her to go.

"I pick them up whenever I go on a mission, or when we visit the mainland." No one had known about his obsessive rock collecting, at least not until now. 'She's going to tell Beckett, them I'm going to be tested. Good one Ford.'

Instead of some smart aleck comment, she simply held out her hand. "Could I try?" He didn't see the harm, but decided he needed something to call her other than her.

"If you tell me your name." She looked surprised, then shook it off.

"It's Amanda. Amanda Jones." No title, must mean she's a civilian.

"Adien Ford. Here's your rock." She took the proffered rock. It was a deep rose color, almost a red.

"It's a quartzite. I didn't know the rocks were the same here as back home." Adien's jaw dropped. There was another rock nut in the city?

"How did you know that?"

"Before I went into nursing, I was going to be a geologist. Didn't quite work out, though." Amanda reached for more rocks.

"Why not?" She just looked at him for a moment, then shook her head. She obviously didn't want to talk about it. He guessed it had something to do with why she was in Atlantis and not back home, making a career for herself.

"This one looks like jade, but its orange." She studied the stone more closely. "It's not any kind I know of."

"I've never stopped to look at them. I just grab a handful and put 'em in my pocket." He threw another one into the ocean, watching it tumble into the water. "So why did you come out here?" Ford pointed at the slowly melting carton of ice cream, which had been left sitting on the wall.

"It's hard, coming all this way and knowing your family doesn't have a clue where you are. I miss them." This girl was singing his tune.

"That's why I was here. I can't stand the thought that I could die out here and my mom wouldn't even be told the truth." He reached into his pocket for another stone, but came up empty. "Damn," he growled.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm out of rocks. Need to get more next time we go off world."

"I need to get back to the infirmary. Apparently Dr. Beckett has made himself another patient."

"You mean Teyla, right?"

"Yes. He gave her a sedative, but she hadn't eaten anything. It knocked her out and now she's in a bed next to Major Sheppard."

"Lets go see them." Adien was getting used to Amanda's incredulous look, it was the one she had given him most often. Apparently he confused the poor girl.

"Ok," she said, never taking he eyes off her ice cream. "I cant take this back into the infirmary, or Dr. Beckett will have my head."

"Here." He took the small tub of ice cream and her spoon. "I'll give it to you when your shift is over. There is a small freezer in my quarters." There was that look again. He watched her slowly as he moved towards the door. Coming between a woman and her chocolate could be a very dangerous idea. He only hoped he lived to see the sunrise.

"I get off at 2300. Do you really want me bothering you at that hour?" They had made their way to the infirmary doors.

"I really don't mind. I'm never asleep before 0100 anyway." He turned and left down the hall. Next time he was standing and thinking, he would make sure that the demise of the wraith was included in the list.

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Rodney slumped into his chair. He never would have guessed that the uptight, straight-laced Dr. Weir was an excellent kisser. She stood there, just staring at him with a glazed-over look.

"Wow."

"Well, wow isn't exactly how I'd put it, but that works." Elisabeth was still in shock. She had been standing there, having a conversation, then, the next thing she knew was that Rodney had leaned forward and covered her mouth with his own. She had never taken him as a man who would be so open with his emotions, but she had been wrong before.

"Sorry. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. I'll just get back to what I was doing." Sure, she had responded to the kiss, but that didn't mean that she wanted it to happen.

"You may have made me uncomfortable, but I'm glad you did."

He turned back to face her. "Ok, now I'm lost."

Elisabeth sighed. "You made me realize that maybe this is something that I want, something I've been waiting for."

That got Rodney's attention. She wanted him to kiss her? So why didn't she do it herself?

He didn't realize he had spoken aloud until she answered. "Because you are the shy one. I had to wait until you felt ready, otherwise I would have pushed you away."

"But you're with Simon. I don't think I did such a good job here."

"I ended it with Simon before we left. I still care about him, but I also understand the risks. There is a very good chance I'll never make it home, and I don't want someone waiting for a future that will never exist."

"So there is no earth boyfriend?" This was taking a while to sink in. Rodney felt as dense as his third grade teacher had told him he was. How had he not noticed she cared before now?

"Not on earth, no. How about you put that down and come here? We should probably talk." Rodney put down the remote device that he hadn't realized he was holding. He grabbed his chair and made his way over to the other side of the desk, where Elisabeth had taken up residence on another chair.

"So where do we start?"

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A/N There. You all get your shippy McWeir chapter, and I get this thing out of my head. Chapter 8 will be up soon!

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