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Chapter 3

Elizabeth closed her laptop and sat back in her seat. Rubbing her eyes she yawned and then glanced at her watch. Damn, its late she thought. Too late to see him?

Slowly standing up she was still undecided and made her way to the door. Closing it gently she said good night to the night watch crew and descended the stairs. Atlantis was dead and the only sound that could be heard were Elizabeth's footsteps down the corridor. I need to see him. Even if it's just to say good night she decided. Elizabeth couldn't remember when it had gotten this way, needing to see him every day. She hated it when he was off world and the days seemed so long when she didn't see or speak to him. Does he even feel serious about us? she asked herself. Sighing, a habit she had developed recently, she watched the door for the transporter slide open and stepped into it. Pressing the screen for her destination she turned slightly to face the door and lean on the wall.

Humming to herself she noticed the lights in the transporter begin to flicker. Closing her eyes for a second she thought to herself Please let it just be me. After all she was pretty tired. Opening her eyes again Elizabeth was dismayed to see that it wasn't just her and the lights were dipping. Groaning she opened her mouth to contact the technicians in the gateroom via the radio when all of a sudden she felt a jolt. The transporter had stopped moving. Crap! Ok, no need to panic. Just need to get Rodney she reassured herself. Yeah this would be fixed in no time.

"Eh, Rodney?" She said into her radio. "Please be awake, please be awake…" she recited quietly. "Rodney, it's Elizabeth. Are you awake?"

Still no reply came.

"Rodney!" still hearing no response from the scientist she decided to try John. "Major Sheppard? Are you awake?"

"Elizabeth? Damn. For a minute there I thought you were…"

"John I'm stuck!" she cried out before he could say anything that would tell everyone in Atlantis about their relationship. Is it even that? She wondered. You're stuck in the transporter Liz! Stay focussed!

"Stuck? Where?" John asked.

"The transporter. I was just leaving my office to go to bed and the lights flickered. Now it's completely stopped." Elizabeth explained. "I've tried to get Rodney already but he's not answering."

John couldn't help but feel jealous that she had called McKay before him when she needed help. Get real Sheppard. What can you do? She needs a scientist! Realising he was being a jerk he began to get his clothes on and decided to find McKay or Zelenka or some other scientist (God knows there were loads) to fix the problem.

"Okay. Am gonna find Rodney and Co. and we'll get you out. Just stay calm and stay where you are." Doh! He immediately thought.

"Thanks John. Really good advice!" Elizabeth replied sarcastically.

"Sorry!" he said. "Brain's not fully switched on yet and you know me in situations like this…"

"John! You're rambling!"

"Right! Yeah! Sorry! On my way." John told her and left his quarters.

Elizabeth couldn't help but smile. He rambled an awful lot. Something she hadn't discovered until they'd started seeing each other. It was one of the endearing qualities John Sheppard had and boy, did he have many.

You know me in situations…Christ Sheppard! When did you begin to ramble? He knew exactly when. The very first time he had woken up next to Elizabeth Weir after a night of wild passion and tried to make conversation to her. Normally he would either have just slept on until they left or he left. But this time was different. He wanted to talk to her, even though their night had been an attempt at removing the loneliness and emptiness they had both been feeling. She had the ability to render him speechless and that, in a woman, was rare he had found. He stopped, panting for breath. He had had to take the stairs in case the other transporters weren't working too and had been running as fast as he could. Noticing he was close to his destination he jogged the rest of the way to McKay's lab. He had already checked his quarters and found no one there. So here he was at the lab and when he entered it, ready to drag Rodney from his chair, he stopped and stared in shock at the site before him.

"Come on John" Elizabeth said out loud. It had been a good 10 minutes since she had contacted John and she was beginning to get agitated. Give him a chance! She told herself. Sighing, yet again she noted, Elizabeth sat down and pulled her knees up to her chest so her elbows could rest on them. I just want some sleep! She thought. Resting her head on her arms she felt herself begin to doze off. The transporter suddenly jerked and Elizabeth's head snapped up. Finally! She thought but her heart fell when she realised it was not moving again. Another jump and the lights going off persuaded Elizabeth to stand up. Thinking she should contact John again the transporter shot up wards so fast that Elizabeth's stomached dropped.

Pushing her back against the wall she closed her eyes and prayed it would stop. It did. But then began to descend just as quickly as it had ascended. Screaming Elizabeth held onto the wall hoping it would stop but it continued to fall while the lights flickered on and off. Up and down, up and down it went until, on its eighth time descending, it stopped, forcing Elizabeth to the floor. Gasping for breath, she rolled from her stomach onto her side and let out a whimper then winced when she felt pain soar through her head and side. Trying to sit up Elizabeth's vision began to blur and no longer trying to fight it let the darkness engulf her.