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Chapter 3:Weir, Interrupted
The corridors of Atlantis were getting busier as they walked through. More and more people passed by the pair with greetings.
"Morning Doctor, Major."
"Good Morning Sir, Doctor."
"Morning Elizabeth, John."
John had to smile, "Look, we're popular."
Elizabeth sighed; the word 'kid' came to mind. But, it could be worse.
"So, is there anything the matter John, you seem a little out of it?"
''Out of it', that didn't sound like the vocabulary of a diplomat. She'd been hanging around with certain people too long,' John thought.
"I just had a bit of a rough night."
"How do…"
She got no further though.
"Doctor Weir, may I please speak to you for a moment?" A technician had appeared from nowhere to be stood in front of them.
"Do you mind?"
John shook his head, and watched as she moved aside a little. This took a lot less time than her last conversation.
"Sorry, shall we." They continued walking, with no particular direction. Just walking and trying to talk.
"What I was going to say was; how do you mean?
"About what?"
Short attention span didn't start to sum it up.
"You said you'd had a rough…" And again, someone appeared in front of them.
"Doctor, are you busy, I need to talk to you?"
"Well, I was..."
"Just go, I'll wait." Elizabeth smiled at John. He didn't have to. He could just continue his walk alone. Maybe something really was bothering him. That unnerved her a little. He normally kept things like that buried deep. She knew very little about him, if she thought about it. But, she shouldn't be thinking about it, she should be thinking about what the woman in front of her was telling her.
When she came back over, John was staring blankly at the window opposite.
"Still awake?"
"Just." He came back to his senses quickly, smiling. "How long before the next person?"
"I don't…" The answer came sooner than expected.
"Doctor. Doctor Weir!" The voice was a way back, shouting towards them. She thought for a moment, then grabbed John's arm.
"Come with me, please?"
"Where?"
"Somewhere we can actually finish a conversation."
"Erm." The voice was getting closer. He did really want to tell her what was going on. It would drive him mad if he didn't. He looked at her. She was smiling. A wicked little grin. The word 'kid' came to mind. "Fine."
"Thank you." And with that, Elizabeth and John turned and ran down the corridor. Elizabeth knew where she was going, she just hoped John would follow her.