OMG! It's finished. And two updates in one day! Well, this is the last piece of fanfiction for a while, well till September really. There could be a sequel to this, and you've been reading carefully, there are hints to who, or what, it would be about. Anyway, you'll have to beg me if you want a sequel, and I promise it would not be this long...I hope. So, thnks for reading and reviewing, I love you all and the fact that your reviews have actually kept me going through all 32(!) chapters of this. You've even helped me with some great ideas. SO, this is the end. The end of my first fic thatI started, and my only non shippy one. I guess it's time to go. See you all in September.
Chapter 32:Back to normal
When John woke up, the infirmary was dark. With a groan he realised how much pain he was in.
"That's what you get for running off to be the hero John."
Turning, he looked at the bed next at him.
"Good to see you too Elizabeth."
Elizabeth sighed and rolled her eyes. Sitting up, she glanced around the infirmary. Seeing there was no one around, she climbed out of bed and sat on the end of John's.
"Should you be doing that?"
"Probably not, but I'm sick of being in bed."
"Wait, that's my job!"
The pair laughed, but John stopped suddenly.
"Carson said you received quite a beating."
"I did. They knew I wasn't the leader."
"How?"
"Someone said that she wouldn't giver herself up."
"Oh."
"Exactly."
They sat in silence for a few moments.
"So, how are you feeling Lizzie?"
"We've had this conversation, no calling me Lizzie. And I'm fine thank you."
"Not gonna pass out again?"
"No."
"You know, I've had so many women passing out on me in the past few days, I'm beginning to feel quite popular."
Elizabeth stuck her tongue out at him.
"Good to see you really are feeling better."
"Thank you. You know, I've been thinking about things."
"Oh really, like what?"
"Well, Meecha's people were called the Vogols. It just made me think of the Vogons."
"The who?"
"The Vogons."
"Nope, still lost."
"42? We apologise for the inconvenience?"
John just stared blankly at her.
"Life, the Universe and everything John. That's all."
"Okay. And what drugs has Carson been giving you today?"
Elizabeth sighed.
"You have no culture John."
"Hey! I'm reading War and Peace."
"And you are now on…?"
"Page 42."
Elizabeth stifled a giggle.
"Oh I'm so glad I'm awake now!"
"John, you just had major surgery. I am actually quite glad you're awake."
"Surgery?"
"Yes. You had internal bleeding."
"She was right."
"Who?"
"Serai."
"Serai being the ascended Ancient who's been causing all the trouble?"
"Yep."
"So, everything that happened, had to happen? Including you nearly getting killed to save Aiden and Rodney."
"Well, you see, what it is…yes."
He bowed his head down, not letting his eyes meet hers.
"John, it doesn't matter now. No one died. Everyone's going to be fine, even you."
John looked up and smiled at her. Elizabeth smiled back, her smile seeming to light up their part of the dark infirmary.
"And everyone will be a lot better if they get back into bed!"
Elizabeth and John jumped at the sound of Carson's voice.
"And if you aren't back in bed resting in 5 minutes I will be over there with restraints and sedatives."
"Fine. Goodnight Carson."
"Goodnight Elizabeth."
Sliding off his bed, Elizabeth quickly got back into her own and settled down. Suddenly, John turned to look at her.
"Why would we need sedatives and restraints?"
Elizabeth smirked across at him.
"Sounds kinky."
John grinned at Elizabeth as she bit her lip.
"Well, it's good to see you dirty mind is back."
"Aww. That's the sweetest thing you've ever said to me. Anyway, good night John."
"Night Lizzie."
The response to that was a low growl and Elizabeth rolling over. John laughed, regretting it instantly. He didn't really care though. Everything was back to normal for definite. He looked across at Elizabeth and watched her for a while. She rolled back over, and he could see she was asleep. She was breathing softly and there was a little smile on her face. There was more colour in her cheeks than before. John was relieved. There was a warm breeze, and suddenly a familiar female voice whispered into his ear.
"Go to sleep John. She'll still be there when you wake up. She has to be there. Now, sleep."
John tried to turn to speak, but his eyelids were drooping. Within a few minutes, he was fast asleep. The breeze dropped just as soon as it had appeared and everything was silent; spare the soft breaths of Atlantis's leaders.