Hi everyone. Since writing my first fic I have struggled to think of another one but I'm going to see where this one leads. It's set after the Siege part 3 (as I have just seen part 1 and 2 so this is my idea of what happens next.)

Pairing is Elizabeth and John (who else!) and as always I don't own anything (although an inflatable John Sheppard would be nice, right ladies?) Sorry, gone off topic again…

Two Turkey Sandwiches.

John Sheppard took a deep breath, squared up his shoulders and entered the communications room. Looking around the big room that contained only a large Ancient device the memories of the past few days returned. It had only been two days since Colonel Everett had asked Major, now a Lt. Colonel, Sheppard to show him the Ancient's message. He had then gone on to explain that Colonel Summner had been a good friend and increase the guilt John already felt by killing the man. Since then he had almost died, lost Atlantis and watch many of his colleagues die or be snatched away by the Wraith. If it hadn't been for Earth's new space ship, the Daedalus, John Sheppard would not be here.

Maybe that's not such a bad idea now he thought miserably. Everett had once again summoned the air force officer to this room for, what John could only imagine to be, another face off with his commanding officer. And he was not looking forward to it. Yeah, sure I can keep defending myself for my actions. But, did I do the right thing? He wondered. At the time he was certain it was what Summner had wanted. But when he arrived back on Atlantis, John began to doubt himself. He knew his team mates, and even Dr Elizabeth Weir, had understood what he did. However, he would never forgive himself. He jumped when he heard the door slide open and turned round to greet his CO.

Sheppard took in the man's appearance and felt a pang of sympathy for him. He had a black eye, a swollen cheek and mouth and was limping, his left leg dragging slightly. He was lucky considering he came face to face with a hungry Wraith John thought although he doubted the man before him even realised.

"Major…oh, sorry, Colonel Sheppard!" Everett greeted his subordinate with a hint of sarcasm in his voice and John knew he was not happy about Stargate Command's decision to promote him. General O'Neill must still have the faith he though wishing he could thank the man in person.

"Sir!" Sheppard said whilst snapping his feet together and saluting. He felt a little more relieved when Everett saluted back. "How are you feeling Sir?" he asked with genuine concern. Anyone who had gone a round with the Wraith deserved some sympathy.

"Oh it's just a few cuts and bruises. And a twisted ankle, and a cracked rib! But better, thanks for asking. So, are we back on track with Atlantis?" he asked and gave a small smile when Sheppard nodded. "Good. Now, I would like to return to our little discussion."

John grimaced as the small smile on the Colonel's face disappeared and was replaced by an angry and bitter scowl.

"As I was saying before Colonel…" John began but was interrupted by a harsh Everett.

"You killed an air force officer Colonel! There is nothing you can say that will make me believe what you did was necessary!" Everett's eyes flashed with anger.

"He wanted me to do it!" John cried out. "There isn't a day or night that goes by when I don't think about it and when I do I reach for my gun! The only reason I haven't pulled the trigger is because Atlantis needs my gene!"

Colonel Everett stared at the distraught man but still could not bring himself to accept his explanation. His good friend was gone and it was because of a cocky fly-boy. He was about to retort when they were interrupted by the sound of light footsteps entering the room. As both men looked at the brave soul daring to interrupt their heated argument, they saw Dr Weir standing and she was not happy.

"What's going on?" she asked in a firm yet soft voice.

"Nothing Dr Weir!" Everett said in an overly cheerful voice and then gave Sheppard a warning glance that Elizabeth did not miss.

"Nothing, mam." John said through gritted teeth and Elizabeth was shocked, and a little hurt, to hear him call her mam, especially after all they had been through.

Both officers gave each other an angry look then John marched by Elizabeth and out the room without another word. Elizabeth felt a wave of fury rise up in her as she had saw the pain and anguish in her friend's eyes as he passed, as well as heard the end of their 'conversation'. She glowered at Everett who gave her a charming smile.

"So, Dr Weir. Or can I call you Elizabeth?" he asked trying to look cute.

"I'd rather you addressed me as Dr Weir." She answered in her 'I'm in no mood for pleasantries' tone.

"Okay." Everett said with a shrug. "Can I at least still buy you that drink?"

Oh please she thought and continued to stare at the arrogant Colonel. "What the hell were you doing? He had no choice!"

Everett looked shocked at her response then became agitated. "Sumner was a good friend. Sheppard killed him. I have a right to be angry." His voice was still deadly calm.

"Maybe." Elizabeth said in an equally calm voice. "But he believed it was what Sumner wanted. And still feels guilty so you don't need to remind him."

Everett clenched his fists and limped up to Weir so he was looking right into her eyes. "Don't go defending the disgraceful officer Elizabeth!" he warned menacingly. "He's a cold blooded killer!"

Elizabeth gave him a disgusted look and took several steps back wards.

"How dare you! That man has been to hell and back since we came to Atlantis and it started with that horrible day. You think he's just moved on? It tears him up everyday and it's messed him up for life!" she was shaking trying to hold back the tears. "He'll never forgive himself Colonel!"

Elizabeth glared at Everett, daring him to respond. He could only stare at her through narrowed eyes. Elizabeth took a deep, silent breath.

"If you are here to put down my expedition team Colonel, then you can back to Earth!"

And on that declaration Dr Elizabeth Weir spun on her heel and stormed out of the room leaving Colonel Everett looking embarrassed and furious.

Son of a bitch! Elizabeth thought as she entered the mess hall scanning it for her, former, second in command. It was going to be different now Earth had contacted them. Sure she was grateful for their help in fighting off the massive Wraith attack. But it also meant things would change, particularly John and hers relationship, professionally speaking of course. He had been her second in command and back up when she needed support or just someone to bounce ideas off. Now Sheppard would be answering and helping Colonel Everett and Colonel Caldwell, commander of the Daedalus. Now she was merely the official diplomat and negotiator on Atlantis, which meant not spending so much time with John. Why does this bother me so much? She wondered although deep down she knew the answer Because I care more than I should.

"Mam?" a voice called Elizabeth from her thoughts. Looking up she realised she was standing at the food counter in front of the sandwiches. "Can I get you anything Dr Weir?" the cook asked.

"Um, no. Thank you Tom." Elizabeth said but as she was about to leave a thought struck her. "Actually Tom, do you have any turkey sandwiches?"

Standing in front of John Sheppard's door Elizabeth's stomach began to flutter. What if he's really angry and turns me away? Or he's not even in! She panicked. Shaking her head she realised that no matter what John said he would know it was because she cared. Biting her bottom lip while trying to put the plates of sandwiches and cartons of juice in one hand she noticed this idea might not work. Frowning for a minute she sighed and, balancing on one foot, pressed the 'door bell' with the other. Standing up straight she waited. After a minute or two Elizabeth performed her balancing act again. When no one came to the door she sighed impatiently.

"John?" she called out. "John, please! Let me in!" Elizabeth paused listening for any sounds of movement. When there were none she tried her ace. "Fine! I'll just put these TWO turkey sandwiches back!"

Just as Weir was walking away she heard a door slide open.

"Eh, Elizabeth?" Elizabeth slowly turned round see John leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. He cocked his head to the side. "You brought me sandwiches?" he asked hopefully.

Elizabeth smiled at his childlike expression and nodded. "Actually, I thought you might want to share?"

John seemed to be pondering Elizabeth's suggestion and then gave her a small smile.

"Sure. Come on in." he offered gesturing to his room.

Entering his room, which was quite tidy she noticed, he rescued the plate before they lost the food. Smiling gratefully at him Elizabeth sat the juice on his desk and looked at him. Now in his room she could see the redness of his eyes and realised he had been crying. This revelation both comforted and scared her. Although she was glad to see that John Sheppard was indeed human, it terrified her to think he was not an indestructible force like she had always considered him to be. John pointed to his bed.

"Sit." And when she complied he sat next to her and handed Elizabeth a sandwich. "You really know how to bribe a guy!" he said with a grin and bit into the bread.

"Well they don't call me a diplomat for nothing!" Elizabeth responded before eating a bit her sandwich.

After a couple of minutes both sandwiches and cartons of juice had been demolished and they were now sitting in a comfortable silence. As Elizabeth was thinking of how to phrase her first question John began to speak.

"It was nothing." He said quietly while fiddling with his bedspread.

"It didn't sound like nothing." Elizabeth said softly. She then sighed and reached for his hand to stop him fidgeting. He looked up, slightly shocked at the intimate contact. "Colonel Everett had no right to say what he did. You had no choice."

Elizabeth could tell it was what John needed to hear but knew he would not believe her.

"Maybe he's right Elizabeth." He whispered looking down. When he looked back up she could see tears in his brown eyes but knew, as always, he would not cry in front of her. "After all, he was his friend."

Elizabeth shook her head. "He wasn't there John. I can't imagine what you saw. Neither can Everett. So how can he know?" she asked, firmness in her voice.

John gazed at her as if contemplating what she had just said. "I suppose." He finally muttered.

Elizabeth reached out to touch his cheek and smiled when she saw his eyes open wide in shock. Becoming serious again she shuffled closer to the Colonel. Taking his hands in hers she stared at him.

"I know you can't forgive yourself for what happened John. That's not who you are." John was stunned and pleased that Elizabeth knew him so well. "But promise me, that if you ever feel like reaching for your gun, you'll come to me. Even if it's just to have someone there."

They sat in silence again as John thought over what she said. Elizabeth's stomach was in knots as she was nervous he would reject her plea.

"Okay." John finally agreed and gave her a small smile. Elizabeth nodded and squeezed his hand.

They sat looking at each other for a minute. Thank god I have her John thought and then, before he could stop himself, he pulled a stunned Elizabeth Weir into a hug. Feeling her tense at first he was relieved when she relaxed and held on to him tightly. They sat in the tight embrace for ages until Rodney's voice boomed over their radios.

"Weir? This is McKay! We have a problem!"

Pulling apart both gave a nervous look and Elizabeth answered the scientist.

"Rodney? What's wrong?" Having just survived the Wraith attack everyone was still on edge and Elizabeth couldn't keep the sound fear out of her voice.

Over the background they could hear a Scottish accent as well as a man and woman's giggles.

"Guys, what's going on?" John asked throwing Elizabeth a puzzled look.

"Well, you see, I was testing the chair, and, well…" Rodney stuttered and John rolled his eyes causing Elizabeth to giggle. If they could hear Teyla and Ford laughing in the background then it couldn't be that serious.

"Rodney, just tell us!" John ordered losing his patience at being kept out of the joke.

"Carson and I were testing the chair when…let's just say we no longer can see him!"

"What!" Both Elizabeth and John shouted.

"The chair must have had a cloaking device so any enemy intruders couldn't see it and destroy it. So, basically, we can hear Carson but we can't see him"

"Tell him to get out of the damn chair then!" John cried exasperated.

"I have Colonel!" came a panicky voice that was unmistakably Carson Beckett. "They still can't see me! What am I going to do!"

"At least you won't make an easy target doc!" they heard Ford tell the scared medic and then chuckle.

"You think this is funny? Does it look like am laughing Lt.!"

"No!" cried Ford before laughing hysterically along with Teyla and Rodney at Beckett's unintentional joke.

"Oh, shut up!" shouted the angry Scot and then, after a few seconds of silence, Ford said. "Eh, doc? You still there?"

Elizabeth and John grinned at each other. "We'll be right there!" Elizabeth told them and after John grabbed his jacket they went off to help their friends.

Author's note: So, what did you think? It could either be a one off or I could go on. It's up to you so please review!