Ch.12
a/n and so it continues...That was an evil cliffy-and I apologize-but it's so much fun...
Weir descended the stairs and a chill shook her body. The farther down she got, the more the urgent tones were heard, and the beeping became more prominent. Oooh, how she held onto the beeping!
They finally got John's heart going with the deliberator and now, she strained her ears to hear every single beep...each one gave her heart a leap of joy.
Finally, she reached their new ICU unit that they placed downstairs, on the lowest level of Atlantis so the patients would have premium privacy.
"How's he doing?" Weir asked from John's bedside as she took hold of his hand and gave it a squeeze.
"Very good actually. We think he'll come to soon. How are you doing Doctor Weir? More nausea or anything?"
"Hmm? No, no I'm fine."
"Why didn't you tell me? You should always tell you doctor-Wait, does John know?" Beckett asked in rapid fire succession.
"Know what?"
"You can't hide it from me, you know...Everyone knows already...the nausea, the mood swings..."
Weir paled.
"You think....you think I'm pregnant?" She laughs, "I'm not, rest assured. Just stress."
Beckett let out a great laugh and told her she better let the rest of the staff know, because they were going to plan a shower soon.
"You're pregnant?"
Elizabeth and Carson glanced back down at the smiling Major. His eyes were still closed, but he was conscious.
"How do you feel?"
"Like jello...jello and spaghetti."
"That shield took a lot out of ya."
"So, is Elizabeth pregnant?"
She shook her head.
"Too bad."
"So you are feeling better," Elizabeth said as she blushed and gave his hand a squeeze.
For a moment, she stared down at him, it was a wonder that he was even alive. He attracted trouble where ever he went, but always seemed to some out ok. Each new experience brought a new sparkle to his eyes.
"John...I'm sorry for, you know, blaming you...and the staff too...everyone...I think we all knew..."
"Liz, it's cool."
She nodded and planted a kiss on his cheek.
"But everything's ok, now, right? Kavanah's dead...but how are Ford and..."
"Everyone's fine. In fact, once you get moved upstairs I think they'll be a party for you."
"Yay. Who's brining the beer?"
Two weeks later, John was able to leave the infirmary for good. As he unpacked his things in his room, he came across the ring.
Once again he sat on his bed and fingered it gently, letting its shine bounce around on the walls.
I'll ask her tonight.
a/n The end!!!! Yay! I hope you guys enjoyed it. It was sure fun writing. Thank you so much for all the great reviews!!!!
And now role the credits:
Wait...I still own nothing...Nothing at all....Nothing related to the Stargate...at all...
Ok, cancel the credits...
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