A/N: Thanks to my reviewers I have decided to write more in this story. I have divided rest of this story between this chapter and a third one. I needed to put some more of Shep/Weir as well. I tried to be true to the characters, if they seem a bit off character, please forgive me. This hasn't been proofreaded, so all the mistakes are mine. You asked for it, here is more, I hope you like it. And if you don't please don't send your sniper to take me out.

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Chapter II: Rodney's reaction

Major John Sheppard was walking through the halls of Atlantis; he had a certain sprint to his step, a certain twinkle in his eyes. I am going to enjoy this! He was heading to the one place John knew he would find Rodney McKay, the mess hall.

People were staring at John, all of them speculating what the outcome of the bet will be. Most of them had a good idea of what it was, seeing John's happiness as he walked around Atlantis.

Once he entered the mess hall, he changed his expression, became all serious, not giving a hint of the outcome. He spotted Rodney at the back of the room; he was with Zelenka and Teyla. This is going to be fun!

Slowly, John walked in, on the way he grabbed a cup of coffee, and headed for McKay's table. Once there he sat besides Teyla, John didn't moved, he waited for Rodney to speak first. Inside he felt as if he was going to scream, but managed to control himself.

Rodney was finishing his lunch, he gave John a look between amusement and smugness, he leaned back on his chair, "So, what did she said?"

John shrugged, Rodney smiled, Zelenka eyed the major suspiciously. Teyla stared at John, but before she could say anything Zelenka started, "You do know that the outcome of this bet is going to the Atlantis records. Not to mention the other bets going around."

John trailed away from his thoughts, "What other bets?" Zelenka continued, "People are skeptical about you Major, but mostly about Rodney. I know there is one with the scientists, another with the soldiers. I have one that if she said no, I'll have to give to Kavanagh, half my stack of chocolate."

Then Teyla interrupted, "And if Dr. Weir said yes, I'll have to give Lt. Ford a bottle of Athosian's wine." John opened his eyes, "You betted against me?"

Rodney interrupted them, rather savagely, "Return to more important matters, please!"

John stared at the scientist; he really must be dying to know. Rodney asked again, a bit of urgency in his voice, "What did she said?"

John shifted in his seat; he took another sip of his coffee, "My dear friends, Rodney McKay is going to have a nice run tomorrow."

The table went silent; the color in Rodney's face was flushed away. John stared at McKay; he was going pale, almost in shock. Then he gave Rodney his trademark mischievous smirk, "She said yes."

After a couple of minutes of silence, Rodney seemed to snap out, "It can't be. This can't be happening…" John smiled; he knew that Rodney was sure that Elizabeth would not accept his offer. But John never thought that Rodney was going to take it so bad, "No! I don't believe you. I won't believe you until I see you arrive with her tonight." At that moment Rodney stood up and stormed out of the mess hall. John was very happy that McKay wasn't.

The day passed by, quite uneventful, but he hasn't seen Rodney since lunch. It was close to 7:00 PM now, and John headed to his quarters to take a bath and dress up for the occasion.

At exactly 8:00PM, Major John Sheppard was standing outside of Elizabeth's quarters. He knocked on the door, seconds later the door opened, John was speechless. Weir wasn't wearing the usual pants and shirt outfit, but a mini skirt and a bit revealing blouse. It looked as it Dr. Elizabeth Weir had gone thought Teyla's wardrobe. But then another thought crossed John's mind, did she dressed up just for me?

Once she saw him, she smiled, "Good evening Major." John cleared his throat and replied, "John, tonight is only John." Elizabeth have him a bigger smile, "Alright John, shall we go?"

John nodded and a big smirk spread on his face, I was right she likes me!

Half way toward the new bar, she closed in on John, then she whispered to his ear, "How did Rodney took the news?" John's mind spun out of control, she knows about the bet. He felt his face hot, he stared at the floor and pretended that he didn't knew what she was talking about, "What do you mean?"

She stopped and raised an eyebrow, there were no need for words, John replied instantly, a small smile shot across his face, "He didn't took it very well, he didn't believe me." Elizabeth smiled, as they entered the bar.

There were a couple of people there; the bar wasn't more than a few tables, and a large table at the far end of the room. On the larger table there were the bottles of the main drink of the night, along with some glasses for a self-service. John spotted Rodney and Zelenka sitting beside the liquor table. Zelenka saw John and Elizabeth arrive, and told it to Rodney. The scientist turned around and when he saw John and Elizabeth together his chin touched his chest. Then out of the sudden, stood up and poured himself more "beer". He drank it in one gulp, and then looked at Zelenka, "How long do you think the effects of this will last?"

As the night passed by, it looked like all of Atlantis had finally arrived at the bar. By now most of them were already drunk, Rodney was resting his head on the table while Zelenka poured him another drink. He barely talked all night; meanwhile John and Elizabeth had found a nice dark corner. They now had a couple of glasses on the table and were in the process of using another. Also they had a bottle of liquor just for themselves, Elizabeth was giggling, and John was smiling at her, "Ok," he said, "On three, one, two, three!" At the count of three they both drank the liquor in one gulp.

Elizabeth smiled broadly as she put down her glass; "I could kiss right now the person who invented this." John smiled mischievously, "Would you kiss the one who traded for it?" It was lame and he knew it, but it was worth a try. She gave him a glare that almost shocked him, Is it desire, or is she toying with me?

"I'll have to think about it."

John knew she was toying him, giving him enough to keep playing. John stood up, took his chair and placed it right in front of Elizabeth. He sat down; in turn he filled their glasses and put down the bottle. "Let's have a little toast, for Atlantis and it's great leader…" Ok, he was clearly drunk now, "may the wraith never touch them!" Elizabeth laughed a bit, and drank her liquor in one gulp. John did the same.

Everything was becoming hazy, the drink was very strong, and he prayed not to have a hangover the next day. John leaned closer to Elizabeth; at this point they really didn't care what others would think. John closed in and whispered in her ear, "Did you made up your mind?" He kept staring at her, she was smiling and he couldn't resist, she's so beautiful. He leaned to kiss her; she evaded the kiss. Ok, not good, but she's still smiling. Why is she smiling?

"Things can't be that easy, Major." John smiled, Ok, games; she wants to be teased first.

But before he could do anything, she leaned in, her lips almost touching his. Then she turned and whispered in his ear, "The next time you feel the urge of betting in something like this, I want you to remember how this night ended. With you going back to your quarters, alone."

John's face was instantly flushed, what did she said? Before he could even react, she stood up and left the bar. What the hell just happened? Then it dawned on him, she didn't liked being the center of a bet like that, Oh damn it!

John stood up and walked slowly toward Rodney's table. The scientist was barely talking now; all he did was drink. Zelenka didn't seem too sober either, but at least he wasn't slumped against the table. He was talking with Peter, about the next day. "I'm telling you tomorrow is going to be by far the weirdest day since we got here." Peter nodded, and Zelenka continued as John sat down besides Rodney, "Tomorrow the losers are going to be all over Atlantis, the scientist will have to wear "Kick me" signs on their backs, and the soldiers…" he trailed off a bit, "Well I don't know, but we certainly will notice." John smiled and while patting Rodney on the back, "And in the afternoon, we can gather for the main event, isn't that right Rodney." McKay just emitted a small grunt, and for once John wished he had never accepted the stupid bet.

A/N: So... what do you think? I left the part with Rodney running for the last chapter. Ideas for the other bets are welcome. Also, thanks a lot Ashkash, PlanetKiller, freefall, ErabuHikari and JennR,without you, this would haveb stayed a one-shot story-)