I didn't think I'd get that many reviews for the first chapter. Thanks to all who read it. I have two ways of how this story can go and I can't decide which one to choose. Maybe I'll do another one similar using the other idea. Anhihoo, on we go!

Spoiler in it from Home.

Chapter 2

"Easy Ford!" Rodney McKay moaned as the young marine pulled a large piece of stone from the rubble causing others to tumble as well.

"Sorry!" He snapped back and dumped the heavy object in the growing pile behind the rescue team.

Carson Beckett sighed as he watched the two men bicker. Even when two friends were in danger they still managed to argue. Wiping the sweat off his forehead the doctor hesitantly reached for his radio to check up on his colleagues. Not that the Scot didn't want to help but he was scared that the next time he spoke to Colonel Sheppard it would be tragic news about Elizabeth. But he couldn't think like that. The expedition leader was strong and he knew she would fight to stay alive. Pressing the button Carson spoke into the radio.

"Colonel Sheppard?"

"Still here doc," The familiar American voice crackled. "How's it going on your end?"

Carson cringed at his question as Rodney glared at Ford who accidentally bumped into him. "Oh, getting there lad. You just need to hold on a wee bit longer."

There was a pause before the pilot spoke again. "I'm not sure Elizabeth can doc." Even through the static the medic could here his fear. "The bleeding hasn't stopped and she's got a fever."

Carson squeezed his eyes shut and pursed his lips knowing she now had an infection. All he wanted to do was assure the man she would be okay but neither would believe it. Instead he opted to explain their progress. "Well, almost half of the rubble, or what we can see of it, has been removed but…" He paused as Rodney cried "Owww! My toe!" and Ford muttered his apologies. " it's taking some time. We're working as fast as we can to get to you."

"I know you are." John replied gratefully. "Keep me posted."

As John uttered those last words he swallowed hard and sniffed. It had been a long time since he had cried, and that had been after his two buddies', Mitch and Dex, memorial ceremonies. But with Elizabeth slowly fading away as she lay before him, John was finding it hard to keep his emotions bottled up.

He glanced down as she murmured something incoherent and rolled her head to the side. John reached for his P-90, that he had thankfully been holding during the cave in, and switched on it's light which illuminated a small area around the couple. As soon as the light hit Elizabeth's face John could see the perspiration glistening on her forehead and unfazed by it gently stroked her hair away from her pale face.

"Mmm, John?"

John could barely hear her weak fragile voice but smiled as he dropped his face towards hers. "I'm here Elizabeth." To reinforce his statement he began caressing her forehead grimacing at the heat radiating from her skin.

"Cold, I'm…cold" She forced out and John immediately began shrugging his jacket off while trying not to disturb her still form. It took a good few seconds what with leaning against a wall but eventually he removed it and placed it over the frail woman.

"There you go." He said softly ensuring it was covering the entire top half of her body, which wasn't hard considering how thin she was. "Everything is going to be okay, they're still trying to get to us. You'll be okay." He soothed as if trying to reassure himself as well.

"Don…don't lie…" She whispered and the jerk of her head indicated she was out once again. Although John hated the silence he was glad she was in some way unconscious, hopefully dreaming of better times or of pleasant things she missed on Earth.

As he sat with her Sheppard had been thinking about all the times he had ever argued with Weir and felt guilty for sometimes being a giant pain in the ass. But then he would remember their conversations out on the balcony or in the food court where she had stated more than once that she admired him for his courage to speak his mind.

This was just one of the many ways Elizabeth Weir had unintentionally helped him. She was never aware of how her little comments on his opinions or character made his heart swell with pride and realised that there was still hope for him yet. That he would not turn completely to the dark side, although he had come awfully close to it on several heated occasions.

Gazing at her still face he listened to her shallow breaths as he examined it. He wanted to burn every feature she had into his mind just in case…He couldn't even bare thinking about it and forced the tears in his eyes to recede.

Staring at the cut on Elizabeth's cheek he lightly brushed over it as if willing the scarlet line to disappear. Closing his eyes John took a deep breath feeling a single tear roll down his cheek. Wiping it away he sniffed again and continued watching her.

"Please Liz, I need you to get better I can't do this without you."

Stroking her cheek again the Colonel suddenly stopped the repetitive action feeling the skin below his thumb now smooth and soft. Using the light from his gun he shined it on Elizabeth's face and couldn't help exclaiming,

"What the…?"

The gash on her cheek had vanished.

A/N: Okay so you all now know where this is going, right? Hope you'll still read the rest though. My wee darkness was in respect to the recent Star Wars movie although I've not seen it. Please R'N'R!