Disclaimer: Don't own Stargate Atlantis or SG1 or 'On my first Sonne'

Note: I'm guessing you liked Chapter 11 because I have never received so many reviews on one chapter before so thank you to all who reviewed. Please note that Ben Jonson wrote the poem I am using back in 1616. I have an up to date translated copy and this copy. If it's too difficult to read please tell me and I will put up the modern copy. If anyone who is related to Ben Jonson or owns this poem and is not happy with me using it please tell me and I will remove it.

Farewell, thou child of my right hand, and joy;
My sinne was too much hope of thee, lov'd boy.
Seven yeeres thou'wert lent to me, and I thee pay,
Exacted by thy fate, on the just day.O, could I lose all father now. For why
Will man lament the state he should envie?
To have so soon scap'd world's and fleshes rage,
And, if no other miserie, yet age?
Rest in soft peace, and ask'd, say here doth lie
Ben. Jonson his best piece of poetrie.
For whose sake hence-forth, all his vows be such,
As what he loves may never like too much.

John had to get out of their. The whole scene with Elizabeth and Simon was too much. He made his way through the corridors before ending up outside the men's locker-room he pushed open the door and sat down. Luckily, it was empty. John ran his fingers through his hair.

'Maybe I love him much. Maybe I'm being punished for loving him when I know he's not mine to love'

John dropped his head in his hands. He'd loved Jonathan unconditionally for seven years and now it seem to him that it wasn't the right to do that. He felt that God was punishing him for loving something that was his. Maybe God was punishing him for loving Elizabeth when he knew that he shouldn't.

The door to the locker-room opened. Simon walked in.

"Hi"

John looked up. He was slightly taken back.

"Hi"

Simon went to his locker.

"You're one of those from Atlantis aren't you?"

"Yeah, I am."

Simon closes his locker and sits next to John.

"What's it like there?"

John looked at Simon

"Just an island floating on an ocean"

Simon stood up

"I can't wait to see it."

John's head shot up

"What?"

"Elizabeth, Dr Weir, she was…is my fiancée, I can't not have her for another 7 or 8 years. I'm requesting permission to go to Atlantis with her. Wish me luck."

Simon left the locker-room as Ford entered.

"Sir, are you okay?"

"Fantastic."

John stood up.

"Come on, we've got a briefing to go to."

John left the locker-room with Ford following him.

"Sir, who was that man who left the locker-room, he looked like…"

"Jonathan's father. And Dr Weir's fiancée."

John said through gritted teeth before entering the briefing room.

TBC…

Note: The poem is one I'm studying in English, poetry is good apart from the exam you have to take on it. Anyway I hope you like it.