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Chapter3

Gingerly, Elizabeth picked it up and peeled the letter away from inside the envelope. As she unfolded it, red sequence fell away from the note.

What on earth?

(Or, um, what on Atlantis)

Remember. I don't sleep at night.

Remember I don't sleep in the day.

Remember, you are always on my mind.

Remember as you sleep forever.

What?!

A shiver ran up her spine as she locked herself in the office. At any other time she would have called John to come. As she sat in her chair she realized no one else would come rushing to her at this hour without complaining.

What is this?? A threat? Sleep forever?

Weir looked around her office and through her windows, she was utterly alone. The darkness smothered her view of everything beyond her desk.

I should have stayed in my quarters.

But, she was street-wise enough to know that walking back to her room was not smart. It was probably just what the psycho would want. Was it a psycho? Maybe it was a Joke. A joke from John to make her laugh...But even he wasn't perverted like that. No one on base was.

All the sudden she began to feel tired again. The weight of the day fell on her like a ton of bricks and her eyes felt as if they were being held down as well. Fighting it, she sat up at her desk, ram-rod straight....watching for her "poet" as she forced her stinging eyes open.

And that was how McKay found her. At her desk, her head resting on it, on top of her letter and a pile of red sequence. The sequence had intertwined with her hair and stuck to her skin like burrs.

"Umm...Elizabeth?"

Her eyes jerked open and the world came into focus. Sitting up again, she smiled, but could not conceal her worries.

"Everything ok?"

"Yes, yes. I thought my door was locked."

He shrugged.

"Must not be working. Or maybe you forgot. Here," he slid an envelope across the table at her.

"I locked it."

"Okay..."

"Get someone to fix it immediately."

"Elizabeth, are you sure everything is alright?"

"Yes! Stop asking me that!"

"Ok, ok. I found that under your door. So it must have been locked at some point otherwise they'd have left it on your desk." He noticed the dark circles under her eyes, "Did you sleep here all night?"

"No," she lied as she tentatively held the envelope in front of her.

It was sealed this time with a glob of red wax.

Rodney turned to leave; he liked to give people privacy as they opened their mail.

"Stay, Rodney."

He smiled, it could be from John! Maybe it was an apology for hitting on her. A heavy thud hit his stomach-what if it was his letter of resignation.

Weir's face paled as she read it.

It must be his resignation... Mckay thought.

"What is it?"

She slid the note over to him; her voice didn't work because when she opened her mouth nothing came but a crackle.

Did you sleep well? No? Well plenty of time for that.

Don't you wish you had protection now?

"Who wrote this?"

"I don't know, Mckay...I don't know. But it was the same person who wrote this one."

She let him read the first one.

"You have to tell Major Sheppard."

"Yeah..."

"Weir! Someone is after you!"

"I know. I know. But what can I do? I can't make John follow me around all day."

"You're our leader-yes you can."

"No, I can't. Rodney...I made some mistakes –I..."

"What?"

"Never mind. But I can't ask him that right now, ok? I'm going to call a meeting."

"Ok, but before you do that pick off all that sequence. Where did that come from anyways?"

A look of terror flashed across her face.

"My shirt."

"What?"

"IT CAME FROM A SHIRT IN MY CLOSET. THIS FREAK WAS IN MY ROOM!"