Oh my, could it be, it's an update! Please don't hurt me, but everythings being kinda insane at the mo what with exams next week, the prom tomorrow and having major writers block. Anyway, this chapter sucks, but keep reading. The next one has Kavaunagh!

Sorry, two more chapters and it will get intersting again, I promise.

Chapter 23:Plans for protection

Grodin was quite happily working on his laptop when all of sudden, Major Sheppard and Doctor McKay appeared on either side of him. Both had a look in their eyes that worried him slightly.

"Doctor. Major."

"We need a word with you Grodin."

"Well, you see I…"

But he got no further as Sheppard and McKay grabbed his chair and pulled it along with them. It was times like these that Peter regretted having a chair with wheels. After they'd dragged him into a little room just off the control centre, they both turned to look at him.

Peter was beginning to wonder where the bright light was ready for the interrogation. He was a little concerned by the way the two were looking at him so intently.

"Erm, what can I help you two with?"

"What we are going to tell you is strictly confidential. You can tell no one unless we say so. Doctor Weir especially must never find out."

Peter looked at Major Sheppard, now feeling very scared indeed. John had realised as soon as he'd said how stupid he'd just sounded, but from the look on Grodin's face, it had worked.

"You've heard about these dreams I've been having, yes?"

Grodin just nodded his head.

"Well, I've had another one. This time it was about Doctor Weir."

The colour drained from Peter's face as he sat there in shock.

"What?"

It was all he could choke out.

"I had a dream in which Elizabeth was shot. By the ambassador down there."

Now Peter really felt like he was going to faint. He stared blankly at Sheppard's face.

"Look Peter, we need your help to keep Elizabeth safe. But, she can't know what we're doing. Now, I assume that John here has a plan, and I'm assuming it involves you, so please help us."

John looked grimly at Grodin and began to explain his plan.

"I want to send out a radio message on the military frequency to ask all off duty officers to report to the mess hall, where they will be briefed on the situation."

"Doctor Weir will know about it though. Every radio message on every frequency, technician, medical, military, emergency, goes through her headset."

"That's why we need you. We need you to block her headset out, if you get me?"

Grodin thought about it for a moment, and then nodded.

"I can do that, but if she finds out…"

"She won't. She can't."

John sighed as he spoke and then headed for the door.

"Look, you two set it up and send out the message, I'm going down to the mess hall."

After leaving, John had headed down to where Elizabeth was stood.

"Just gotta go find some men. I'll be back soon."

She smiled and nodded. Watching him leave, Elizabeth had a strange feeling something was going on. Then again, it was John Sheppard. There was always something going on.

"All off duty military personnel report to the mess hall immediately."

The message echoed in around 20 different radios and headsets. Ford was one of the first to appear in the mess hall. He looked across at Sheppard, who just motioned for him to sit down. Eventually every off duty officer in Atlantis had arrived in the mess hall. All of them were slightly confused, but sat down calmly and looked at Sheppard.

"This everyone? Right. Well, I'm sure by now you've all heard about my dreams."

A number of people shifted uncomfortably in their seats, not wanting to meet his steely gaze.

"Fine. I've had another dream. This one was about Doctor Weir. In this dream I saw her getting shot by the ambassador who has just arrived. I don't know what you all think about this, and really I don't give a damn, but you are all going to help me. I am not going to see someone else getting hurt. I am not going to see Elizabeth get shot. We are going to work together and we are going to prevent this from happening. Do we understand?"

John hadn't expected much of a response really. Some of the military staff didn't like Elizabeth, and John knew it. Also, he thought that some wouldn't be happy about getting dragged into something that had nothing to do with them really. That was why the response he actually got was quite a surprise.

"Yes Sir!"

Every man and woman in the room yelled out his or her support. John was quite taken aback by it, but there was no time to contemplate on it.

"Right, we need to get down to business. Our ambassador has 12 henchmen. I want 6 people and Ford to go up there and accompany them down here. Another 6 will be waiting here to 'supervise' them. Anything happens, take any weapons they have and keep them under close guard. I want the rest of you to gear up with weapons and get weapons for the 12 guards, Ford and me. Is that clear?"

"Yes Sir!"

Immediately, the soldiers organised themselves into groups. 6 to go with Ford, 6 to stay in the mess hall and the rest to fetch weapons.

"Ford, over here a minute."

"Yep. What is it?"

"I want you to stick with the ambassador, ok? Watch every move he makes and everyone he talks to. Just don't make it look obvious, especially to Weir. Got it?"

"Sure. What about you?"

"What about me?"

"What are you going to do?"

"Keep an eye on Weir. I'm not letting anything happen to her, not while I can try to prevent it."

Ford watched as Sheppard headed back to the front of the group. He could tell that the Major was determined to stop this from happening, but he didn't know at what cost.

"Right, everyone sorted?"

"Yes Sir."

"Good. Lets move out!"