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Chapter 10:Waking up sucks
John's eyes snapped open. His alarm clock was screaming in his ear.
Just like last time.
He wished he was still asleep. That the past few days had just been one long dream. The alarm clock kept going. It wasn't a dream.
Rolling out of bed, without falling out, he turned off the alarm clock. His head felt groggy, a little like being hungover. In a way, he relished it. He hadn't been hungover in a very long time. However, he had also just dreamt that Lieutenant Ford, his 2IC, had just been shot in the shoulder with an arrow and nearly drowned. And, if the same thing happened as last time, he was going to have to watch it happen in real life. Being happy that he felt hungover was not a good idea.
A quick shower quickly dispelled his grogginess. After dressing, he moved quickly to the mess hall. Of course, the morning he needed her to be there, she wasn't. He thought for a moment before heading to the control centre. Even she wasn't there, someone would know where she was.
It was almost empty when he arrived, just a few night staff looking desperate for a sleep. Some of the day crew was arriving. Including Grodin. John was beginning to get the feeling Grodin was stalking him.
"She's in her office." And he was psychic too.
"Thanks." John eyed him warily. Maybe it was a British thing?
She was working. Seven in the morning, and Elizabeth Weir was working. There's a coffee mug on her desk though. Smiling, John hits the button for the door.
"I know. I should get something to eat. I have a lot of work to do, so maybe later. And threatening to get Beckett is not going to work this time."
"Expecting someone else?"
Elizabeth looked up, clearly a little shocked.
"Yes. Grodin. He does it every morning. I don't know how he knows I haven't eaten."
"I don't know how he knew I was looking for you."
"It's seven and you're in the control room."
"There's that. He really got Beckett?"
With a sigh, she put away her work. It didn't look like she'd get much else done for a bit.
"Yes. Beckett always seems to know when something's wrong with people. He said he'd wanted to talk to me about my general health for a while."
"I think it's a British thing."
"Hmm." Elizabeth nodded, thinking it over. "Are you going to sit down?"
Normally when Major Sheppard appeared at her office, he just sat down. It was getting rid of him that was the main challenge. But now, he looked nervous, almost as if he wanted to leave. He had sat down, but he didn't look comfortable.
"Major. If there's something wrong, you don't have to be here. You can quite easily leave."
"I had another dream." Elizabeth's plans for getting rid of him were instantly scrapped.
"Exactly the same."
"Basically."
"Who?"
"Ford."
Elizabeth sat back thinking.
"We were off-world." Elizabeth rubbed her head, things kept getting better.
"Your team is going off-world today."
"We could postpone."
"Why? Then, we'd probably have to let Ford know something. We made a deal about that. Anyway, we have no idea if we can prevent this happening."
John sighed.
'It was an idea', he thought.
"Sorry John, I probably sounded a bit…unfeeling."
He smiled, "It's ok. I might sound the same in your position."
"I hate to say this, but I think we just have to carry on as normal. Pretend you didn't have a dream."
"I guess. We'll just have to see how things go on the planet. When's the briefing?"
"9. You should know that, it is your team after all."
"Yes, but I'm late to every briefing, remember?"
She smiled at the memory. John stood to leave, "Coming?"
"Where?" Elizabeth looked at him, a little confused.
"Mess hall. Breakfast. Before Grodin and Beckett get you."
"Alright." She jumped up heading towards the door with him.
"You think Grodin thinks there's something going on between us?"
"What makes you say that Elizabeth?" Now John was confused.
"Well, we're always looking for each other, we send each other cryptic messages about dreams, we're alone together…quite a bit at the moment."
"Nah. Anyway, if he did, he'd be collecting on bets."
"What bets?"
John merely smirked, like he did when he knew something she didn't.