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Chapter 5

Carson fumbled the radio nervously when still no word came from Sheppard or Weir. He could sense the type of conversation that was about to ensue before he left them to it and he was now more worried about their emotional state.

The Scot was confident that Elizabeth would persuade the Colonel to back off from the whole healing idea but also knew this would cause tension. Sheppard wasn't the kind of man to sit there and do nothing.

"Wait a minute!" Rodney cried and then made a "Shhhh" sound silencing everyone around him. Straining his ears Carson walked closer to the rubble and could just make out the sound of someone's voice. A woman's voice.

"Dr Weir?" Ford asked hopefully and both scientists nodded. "So we're getting close?"

They then shrugged and McKay muttered, "Or they're having a huge, very loud fight."

All three knew both explanations were possible and again focussed their efforts in removing the debris.

"Promise me John." Elizabeth ordered her voice slightly stronger evidently wanting an answer before she passed out again.

John looked down at his balled fists wishing she would sleep again so he wouldn't need to say anything. How could she ask him to do that? Just watching wasn't in his nature!

"I can't believe it came back so quickly." He said looking anywhere else but her eyes.

"Don't change the subject john-"

"Change the subject! I'm still talking about the damn infection that's going to kill you!" John shouted immediately regretting his action as Elizabeth glared at him. Oh to hell with it! Ignoring her earlier threat John pushed himself onto his knees and approached Weir who continued to stare defiantly at him.

"John-" She warned but he kept inching closer staring intently into her eyes. "John please, don't!" Her voice hitched sounding slightly hysterical as he knelt right beside her, legs almost touching. Despite wanting to push him away Elizabeth couldn't find the strength realising that she was getting worse again, but quicker this time. He of course had figured this out and was using it to his advantage.

Seeing the tears begin to roll down her cheek he gently brushed them away whilst stroking her damp cheek. "Elizabeth I-"

"Please don't." She sobbed griping her side as the pain became too much. "They'll come soon, just wait."

Leaning back John softly told her, "I just wanted to tell you…thank you for everything you did for me. And…I love you."

Elizabeth gasped finally seeing what he was doing. He was saying good-bye. The surge of joy and love she felt caused her to forget about the pain and gazed longingly back at him. "I love you too."

Both smiling sadly at their confession Elizabeth was only slightly surprised when John leaned in for a kiss by cupping her face and puling her towards him.

It was loving and tender, silently conveying what their hearts and minds wanted to say. Lost in the moment Elizabeth savoured the taste of his lips reaching up to touch his stubble-covered cheek making sure that this was real. Feeling his warm prickly skin she knew it was and pulled back slightly so she could look at him.

But when she did he looked down, eyes closed and it was then she felt it. Nothing. No pain. No sickness. No hot or cold flushes. Nothing. Just the feeling of dread as Elizabeth Weir realised what exactly John Sheppard had just done to her. Glancing down to her right side she tore off the bloody bandage and looked at him with horror after seeing no wound.

"You…you healed me." She whispered voice full of fear, sadness and anger.

When he opened his eyes again he looked directly at her. There was no regret in his eyes, just love.

"I'm sorry. I had to…" He trailed off as his vision swam and he lurched forward clutching his head, which began pulsing with pain.

"John!" Elizabeth cried catching his shaking form as he crashed to the floor. "John no! Don't do this to me! Please!" She yelled frantically rolling him onto his side but saw it was no use as his eyes rolled back and his head lolled to the side.

Reaching over his still body Elizabeth grabbed the radio and held it up to her mouth trying to keep her voice steady but ultimately failing. "Carson? You need to hurry!"

"Elizabeth? What is it lass? Where's Colonel Sheppard?"

"He's unconscious! He…he healed me you have to hurry!" She repeated shaking the radio as if it would help him understand better.

"Oh crap." Came the static response and Weir heard him shout to the rescue team. "You've got to get in there! This is Dr Beckett I need a hazmat team down to level 3 section 26."

"Carson?" Rodney asked his eyes widening with panic.

"The Colonel may now be carrying a plague – the one that wiped out the original Ancients!" He announced feeling panic rise within him too. "And we have no cure for it!"

Elizabeth stroked John's damp forehead placing a light kiss on it every now and then.

"Please John. Wake up. For me John, please!" She whispered over and over hoping against hope that they would be rescued any minute.