John Sheppard was lead downstairs into a lower level with doors down the hallway, and from the noises, it sounded like the Nazis were very busy, although the John didn't know how busy, because the doors had no markings and no openings/windows to peer into.

"Welcome to your new home, I'm sure you'll enjoy it," the guard sneered, as her slammed the door shut and locked it.

John wasn't so sure, and didn't understand why the guard thought this was so amusing. The room only had one cot, to the actual size though John couldn't tell because it was to damn dark, the only illumination was a small hanging light bulb.

"Um, hello, is anyone here, um I was told that unfortunately, this hotel was booked solid and I would have to crash with someone for the duration of my stay, by the hotel staff in the land of the light."

"So, why are you here," a feminine voice asked.

"Well, I'm confused; I think that guy thinks I'm a spy, because I only looked in some places where I wasn't supposed to be."

"Join the club, I was sitting in a café and then I was brought here."

"So what were you going to do, I mean when you I mean we get out?"

"I was originally planning to become a diplomat, but when the war broke out and when France surrendered, I was stuck here in St. Claire. So I guess I'm now associated with the wrong crowd," the voice told him.

"I have a small request its kind of off topic but, could you step into the light, please?"

"Sure, why not."

"Wow, well, when the guy was questioning me I had thought I was going to get stuck with a man, but that obviously didn't happen. Those guys, they have twisted sense of punishment don't they?"

"You could say that."

"So what crowd were you associated with? I mean they think weird things and string together actions and comments to fit there agenda or their little quotas, but I need to know these things so I know how I should react to you. I mean, I may need to find the knife I had, so I can sleep on it."

"So, are you, your American, aren't you, I mean I have been stuck in this town, but I think I know an American accent."

"Yeah, a commercial pilot, I was exploring the finer points of French culture myself. Have you ever flown?"

"Not really."

"Boy you're missing an experience of a lifetime."

"I'm sure."

"So where are you from, um what's your name?"

"Oh oops I didn't introduce myself, Madam, I'm John Sheppard. My mother always told me to introduce myself first before I started talking to someone. And you are?"

"I'm charmed, but I'm not a madam yet, just a mademoiselle, I'm Elizabeth Weir."

"I just thought, well I guess I wasn't thinking."

"No, its fine you're not the first to make that mistake, besides that charm of yours compensates for that mistake."

"Why thank you."

"Yeah."

"So sleeping situations, um, Liz how are we going to do this, we only have one cot."

"Well, there is only one blanket, its getting cold, we're underground, the floor is cement, and there is only one cot. Considering these factors, I think we should share the cot. And what did you call me?"

"Wow that never happens."

"What?"

"Somebody finally asked me to sleep with them!" Sheppard said while smiling, "Oh, you just go by Elizabeth, oops again."

"Its fine and I didn't mean it that way."

"Well I think that we should hit the sack now, you know all the stress, and I have a feeling that today isn't the last day that the inquisition will occur."

"I agree."

"Goodnight."

"Goodnight."

As the two drift into sleep outside, three new German officers arrived in St. Claire, silently unloading into an unsuspecting little town.

To Be Continued...

Author's Notes- Thanks for reading! I didn't want to have them to right away hit it off, romantically, they both are harboring secrets that could lead to their own death, and both aren't really sure if the other one is a German plant. I promise the relationship will appear very soon!