Author's Note- This chapterincludes a scene with implied rape, I tried to minimize it and I tried not to go into to much detail. Sorry it took a while, I had a case of writer's block. I hope you enjoy it, R&R and thanks for the reviews!

Disclaimer- For the other chapters too, I don't own them, I just borrow them, no money is being made, at all.

In the cell, two guards stormed in and roughly pull Elizabeth off the cot, and literally held her in the air. The second one pulled John off and allowed him to fall on the hard, cold cement ground.

"What did you do that for?" John said as he rolled over. When he rolled over and when his eyes finally adjusted he saw something that had his heart stop, some idiot was holding her. Of course she was making his life difficult, squirming, kicking, and cursing in multiple languages. When John started getting up the other guard took it upon him to stomp on his back.

"What the hell do you want at this hour, can't you wait till it's a decent hour and then come and beat the crap out of me?"

"Shut up."

"Testy," Sheppard said, which earned him a stomp on the back.ss

"The new head of this operation in this town has arrived and he and his assistants are checking all prisoners. Your next in line, hence why we're here "preparing" you two for the Major General."

"Just great, um is there anyway you could take your foot off my back?"

"And get your hands the hell off me, now!"

"No. Major General Cowen, Major Kolya, and Major Sora, may I present John Sheppard and Elizabeth Weir."

"Hello, I would shake your hand, but it's kind of hard when you have a foot on your back."

"Shut up."

"Okay, shutting up."

"Now, you Elizabeth, are a resistance member, correct?'

"Nope, as I told…"

"I know your maquis; I had personally interrogated the scoundrel of an agent that was supposed to meet you in that café. For his freedom, he told us that you were the one. Of course what he didn't know was his freedom, was a bullet to the head. So don't give me the I'm innocent crap, I have been personally involved with your case, and I can see when your lying, I wanted to hear you admit it, but oh well. Sheppard, did you know you've been sleeping with one of the highest ranking resistance members?"

"No, no I didn't know."

"She has planned and had executed, blows that the high command noticed, quite a feat. She's very good at what she does; I even heard rumors of her sleeping with officers, to accomplish her goals, so I'd be very careful."

"You, can't, won't give me advice on my human relations policies are."

"And, John Sheppard, or should I say Colonel Sheppard, you have, as I understand it have been gathering intelligence, for the English, although I'm confused, the US isn't in this war. I looked up information about you, it was hard, because there was planted information about you, but we dug, and found your skeletons."

"Well…"

With one glimpse the guard started squeezing her, and when Sheppard tried to get up another stomp came his way.

"Ow, that hurt, stop it just leave her alone," John shouted and with that the guard let her fall to the floor. She looked up at him and mouthed I'm sorry. He knew it, but now the Nazis knew who they really where and that the time they spent here wouldn't be painless. They both sat on the ground, staring at the floor trying not to give anything away to the enemy and even to each other.

"Kolya, take care of them."

"Yes, sir," he sneered, "Guard tie him up to the wall."

With that Sheppard started fighting off the guard, kicking and hitting him, but his efforts were futile the guard had him restrained on the bed, and then the guard left the cell. He couldn't move his limbs, left there to watch.

"Now Miss. Weir, please tell me who is in your little cell, the movements, and the plans of the resistance."

"No."

"Leave her alone."

"I deal with you Sheppard, later."

"Tell me."

"No."

"Now."

"No."

"That's it, I was waiting for an excuse and you have just given me the reason why."

"What?"

"You'll see."

Kolya approached Weir, grabbed her and kissed, roughly forcing his tongue in her mouths, and quickly released her. He started caressing her face softly, whispering comforting words to her. She was still pulling away from him; her eyes had a mixture of fear and hatred. That just made him more excited; he slowly pulled out a knife, grabbed her, and started caressing her face with it. He then took the knife and stared cutting her shirt and bra off. With that she started kicking and cursing him, struggling, because she knew what was going to happen to her.

"You'll stop this if you want him to live, just accept your fate, Elizabeth."

Sheppard was in a mixture of shock, he could believe that Kolya was doing and right in front of him. He wanted to get up and strangle that damn bastard.

"Get the hell off her Kolya, stop it. Your hurting her, this isn't going to help you get any information, get off of her now."

"You're not in any position to help her."

Elizabeth was now scared, the walls she had built up were coming crashing down, everything, she was out of control of her life. Kolya was going to do something horrid and vile, and in front of John. Her eyes started to become unfocused as she slipped into a blank stare, she was trying to escape, as he took her pants and panties off, and as Kolya did what he pleased with her body.

"There you go Sheppard, she's all yours."

"Let me go, so I can ring your damn neck."

"No, I think I'll leave like this, she can untie you, when she can," Kolya smirked, "she was pretty good lay, but I have had better. I really don't see how she got in tose beds. Take my advice you could probably do better too, she's not worth the effort, find someone else. See you two later, goodbye Sheppard, Elizabeth."

"Shut up."

Kolya then slammed the door and left them. Elizabeth was left on the floor naked, and her expression was blank. She was going to freeze to death if he couldn't do anything. Sheppard started struggling to get loose, but, the knots were too tight for him to wiggle out of. He started to try to talk to her, trying to tell her snap her out of the state she was in. Kolya, that bastard, why did he do that to her. Why did he make him watch? It's because he loved her; he loved her, that's why Kolya did that, it was partly his fault. This emotion come at the weirdest time when she was vulnerable. He hated himself for it. Yet he felt something, but it wasn't physical, it was deeper, but he didn't understand it at all.

"Liz, Liz, please get up."

"Ugh."

"Liz, are you alright?"

"Yeah sure."

"Could you untie me, please?"

"Sure," Elizabeth said while she got up, slowly, pulling up her pants and holding her arms in front of her chest, "here you go."

"Thanks, and here, take this," Sheppard said while handing his jacket, "I'm fine, see I have a shirt underneath."

"Thanks, um, I'm…"

"Don't be, it's not your fault."

"Well, I guess we were both hiding something from the other. I mean we both lied in our stories, right. We didn't know who the other one was right, I mean you know…"

"I know," he said quietly, "Are you okay, I mean seriously?"

"I'll be fine, I guess, I don't know, I don't know anything anymore. Um, John about the thing he brought up, I have done that thing, but only once and I didn't even do anything, you know I got him in the mood and killed him, took the intel and left, that's all. I mean…."

"It's okay, you should stop pacing though, sit down relax."

"Okay."

"Now, I don't care what he said, he doesn't control me or, or my feelings towards others. I, I …."

John and Elizabeth's faces were so close together, each could feel their warm breath, their eyes locked. They start moving towards each other. The heat and electricity building up, between them. They were attracted to each other; they both yearned for each other.

"You know, um, John I don't know, um, I think I'm kind of tired, so I think we should get some rest, you know."

"Yeah, we should."

Elizabeth wiggled in next to John, and promptly fell asleep. John could sleep, that moment; he should have made that move. She was so strong and intelligent, that's why he fell in love with her, she held her own. She probably did things that he probably would never do in his lifetime. He loved her, but he wondered did she love him?

Elizabeth really didn't fall asleep, she was just good at faking it, her mind was racing, from Kolya to Carson and Rodney, to John. John, why had she ruined that moment that they had, why had she. She kept telling herself that it wasn't appropriate, and plus they weren't even from the same country, he'd go home, and evenif she got to the states, what were the chances she would see him again. But still her heart wouldn't leave her alone, did he love her? She knew she loved him, but did he love her? Should she say something to him? Elizabeth was confused her mind jumping from different scenarios, wondering, deep down though she was scared, John has been someone that just captured her in away that no man had. It wasn't like she needed him to survive, its just it would be nice to lean on someone and support someone at the same time. To experience the little paradoxes in life. She would talk to him, tomorrow, tomorrow, she would ask him, ask him that question.

To Be Continued…..