Part Two

The song used is Running out of days – Three doors down. Part two, sequel to 'Birds of a feather fly together'.

Summary: The Wraith are coming. A two part series.

Elizabeth sighed and looked at the paper work which littered her table. She rubbed her eyes, trying to rid herself of the tired, worn feeling and stretched her back, working out the knots. The upcoming 'doomday' was creating a bigger need for reports to be finished and sent to Earth in the transmission, which essentially doubled her workload, not counting the stress of being a leader on top of it. But she was never one for complaining, she held her tounge and did her duties as expected of her.

Pulling up the next file, she stopped when she saw it was John Sheppards. Her nightmares of him dying in the impending attack had been growing, and several time during important meetings she felt her eyes being drawn to John playing cutely with a pen or doodling on a notepad. Her nightmares of him dying has been increasing in volume and time, she felt like these days she was getting hardly any sleep at all.

There's too much work and I'm spent
There's too much pressure and I admit
I got no time to move ahead
Have you heard one thing that I've said

Sighing, Elizabeth realised she could use a breath of fresh air. Leaving her work station, she walked onto the balcony, finding John leaning aginst the railings, his head hung low, thinking.

She walked toward him him, he stiffened slightly and she wondered how he always knew she was in the room. Placing her hand on his back, she walked next to him and leaned against the railing. He looked so dejected and sad.

"What's wrong?" She asked, watching him from the corners of her eyes.

He sighed, his head hanging down a little more.

"They all expect me to be the hero." He whispered, his tear filled eyes watching her hand. She shivered slightly.

"They all just want to survive. The turn to the person they most admire and respect."

Turning to watch his reaction, she couldn't hide the fear from showing in her eyes. As if sensing her, he pulled her into his arms and there they stood, until daybreak had come and the sun rose above the clouds.

And all these little things in life they all create this haze
There's too many things to get done, and I'm running out ofdays

And I can't last here for so long
I feel this current it's so strong
It gets me further down the line
It gets me closer to the line

John smiled as he finnaly pulled away from her, caressing her cheek as she leaned into his hand.

"I had nightmares about you dying." He whispered, staring into her eyes.

Elizabetht took a deep breath.

"I had them about you too." He sighed. For a second his stare intensified, his head leaned toward her, but he pulled back, uncertain written all over his face.

So she reached up, pulled him down and kissed him.


And all these little things in life they all create this haze
There's too many things to get done, and I'm running out of days

And now they sat, on Elizabeth's bed, in each other's arms, before the next emergency would come their way and need utter most professionilism, they were going to get a few hours sleep. In the place they felt safest.

All these little things in life they all create this haze
There's too many things to get done, and I'm running out ofdays

Will all these little things in life they all create this haze
And now I'm running out of time I can't see through this haze
My friend tell me why it has to be this way

THE END