Thanks to all who reviewed, didn't expect so many. I know I've been slower with these chapters but been a bit busy over the past few days. Hope you like this.

Chapter 3

John shook his head and stared at the small area of smooth skin. The cut had definitely gone.

"Huh!" John exclaimed and frowned. He was about to radio Beckett to tell him the strange and exciting news when he suddenly felt dizzy. Closing his eyes he leant his head against the cool wall and began taking deep breaths to push though the pain now pulsing through his skull. "This is all we need!"

Keeping his eyes closed John grabbed his radio out of his vest pocket and pressed the talk button.

"Hey doc?"

"I'm here son. How's Dr Weir?" The medic questioned worry evident in his voice.

"She's out at the moment but…something very…very weird just happened."

"Go on."

John slowly opened his eyes relieved to see that the room was no longer spinning. "I noticed Elizabeth had a cut on her face and…well, I was just looking at it wishing she would get better and, uh, it vanished."

The pilot waited for a response but was met by silence. "Doc? You get that?"

"Va…vanished?" Carson stuttered his voice brimming with excitement. "As in you healed her?"

John raised his eyebrows trying to ignore the pride he felt at 'healing' Elizabeth. "Uh, yeah. I guess."

"This is incredible! Colonel, this is the first indication that any of you have the Ancient healing power SG1 have encountered!" Rodney practically shouted over the radio.

"The SGC have already experienced this?" Ford cut in sounding bewildered.

"Aye, SG1 found a frozen Ancient woman several years ago that could heal the sick. General O'Neill also gained the ability when the knowledge of the Ancients was downloaded into his brain." Carson explained knowing only Sheppard and Rodney had been told about the incidents. Having the gene himself the Scot was glad that the SGC had insisted that all those who had the ATA gene be told all the pros. They believed this would help convince these people to join the expedition.

"So, I can heal Elizabeth! Right?" The colonel asked hopefully although sensing Carson was about to dampen down the good news .

Carson sighed sadly realising the Colonel, in his excitement at being able to heal Weir, had forgotten the downside to this genetic power.

"I'm afraid not Colonel." He replied and received many shocked and angry looks from the others around him.

"Oh come on doc! We haven't encountered any signs of the plague that wiped out the Ancients here. It's Elizabeth!" John cried angrily into the radio refusing to believe he could not help her completely recover.

"That may be Colonel but we don't know it's gone for good-"

"But I don-"

"Did you feel any different after you healed her face?" Carson asked hoping to make the man see reason. Hearing the pause the doctor knew he had but had still expected the untruthful response.

"No." John lied hoping he sounded firm and glad no one could see his unconvincing face. Damn him! He knows I don't care. He thought hoping Beckett would just let him go ahead with it.

He heard the annoyed sigh through the radio and immediately felt bad for lying to his friend. "What happened?"

Reluctantly John explained his dizzy spell. "It was nothing. Besides, I don't need your permission doc and no one can stop me." The officer's tone was strong and sounded almost threatening.

"Colonel, I know it's difficult to just sit and watch. Believe me. But if you heal Elizabeth you could become ill or worse die." Carson reminded the soldier hoping he would listen this time.

"I don't care." Came the static reply causing the medic to smile at his selflessness. Bringing John Sheppard on this mission had been one of Elizabeth Weir's best command decisions in his opinion. The man would offer his life for someone else's in a heartbeat, especially someone he cared deeply for.

"But she would."

The Scot's statement hit John like a ton of bricks and he automatically looked down her. Despite the discomfort she must have been feeling the leader had a calm expression on her face and looked very peaceful. John knew the doctor was right and that Weir would never forgive herself if he had healed her only to die himself because of the action.

Stroking her forehead again John closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Just hold off a little while longer Colonel." Rodney advised seeing the seriousness and worry on Carson's face. "We're almost there."

John nodded and smiled slightly at the scientist's determined tone. "Okay." He replied softly and then continued his watchful gaze over Elizabeth.

A/N: Still more to come. I hate that there's been no humour in this story. Maybe my next one will be more upbeat. Please R'n'R! You know you love me!