Author's Note- Sorry about taking so long, I was away at North Carolina and I suffered writer's block again. Thanks for reading!

Disclaimer- They aren't mine, I'm not earning any money, I'm just a little fan.

Elizabeth slowly slipped out of the cot and moved towards a corner, she was a mess. Her dreams were disturbing at best; she couldn't get the images out. Her knees are weak and shaking, but she knew she had to push it down, she couldn't feel anything until later. She knew that though that she could do it, everything except one thing would have to wait until later, not now, not now. Weir sat in the corner and stared at the person that she had fallen for, and she smiled and wondered about things she hadn't thought about since the beginning of the war.

"Up already?"

"Huh, yeah," she said.

"So what were you thinking about, I mean are you okay?"

"Sure, but I was thinking about something," she said while approaching him, " I, I…"

"I know."

"So do you?"

"Yep."

"So you wouldn't mind this?" she said while moving in for a passionate kiss, it only took Sheppard a moment to recover before he started kissing her in the same vigor. They both felt something that neither had allowed to feel before, the heat and passion between them, their bodies moved together and she was now sitting on his lap. It lasted until they both needed to catch their breaths. He then held her and they just stared into each others eyes, she knew the feelings towards him would never now can be bottled up she loves him. That's it.

John loves her, his mind started wandering now something seemed right, like she filled that open spot, he didn't know about her history, but he didn't know how to tell her about him, he knew he would tell her, but he didn't know how. His parents both were dead because of the Depression, to little money for anything; they had caught something, but didn't have the money for a doctor let alone medicine. John was young, but not that young and he did have an older brother. Their death was the most painful, and with his brother he never really felt comfortable not like this here in France with her. He loves her, and knows he knows she loves him. He had though this tugging at his heart like he knew dispute her reassurances that she really isn't okay.

Rodney and Carson both knew they had to do something, they knew they had to rescue her and they also knew that Carson had to get out of the country. He was a Scottish doctor that came to observe some operation technique in France and then the Nazis moved in. Carson had fled different towns, hoping that they wouldn't catch him. When he arrived Elizabeth had taken him in gave him a job, and a new identity. Even had tried to help him hid his accent. That barely worked, he could only say a couple words in French and of those few he could only say a few without his accent. Rodney had to hide his lineage, because dispute the fact France and Germany fought like cats and dogs, his parents met. So he was half German, a thing that would make him an outcast, even though he lived in France for all his life, but he knew that neither the French nor Germans would really except him, the only people who knew this were his parents, Carson and Elizabeth. It's funny, this cell was composed of the unusual ones, the people who could be liabilities even Elizabeth had climbed the ladder of power within, despite her thing. They were the misfits and yet, they knew they were important to the inner workings, they had been the liabilities and now, now they knew information that could shut down the whole operation. They both knew they had to do something because of two factors. One, they couldn't risk her breaking, but they knew that wasn't why they really wanted to do something, they knew it was because they loved her as a sister. They knew though doing something rash would do nobody any good and may even make the situation worse. Besides, Rodney thought, he and Beckett were bickering even more now. And it didn't help that both of them knew they were scared, Rodney always freaked out whenever he thinks he's about to die, which means he's a basket case about half the time. Carson was afraid of doing things incorrectly because he's a doctor not a fill in the blank; he's worried that he might bring down the whole operation with one wrong move, which in turn makes him nervous when doing tasks. They were both basket cases, and they knew it, before it was better because she kept them calm and reassured them, even though both men knew she was scared too, but she comforted them. Without that calm, they only had each other, each terrified of their fear, with another who didn't hide that terror well, but they knew they had to pretend. They knew they had to act fast, but neither knew what to exactly do.

Mathias Engers sat his desk searching for an answer about Kolya's past, something that would make him do that to the resistance member they had down there. The guard had told them what happened that night and it even had reach the major general, who was fuming, Kolya was in the dog's house and everyone knew it. Engers knew that there must have been something in the past that Kolya hid, something that would make a man do thing he did to her. They all knew he something had happened in the first war, or during the depression that followed, that was caused by France and Great Britain and the leaders that signed that damn treaty. That's why when Hitler started building the military back up; Engers entered in the army, because like most of Germany he was angry at them, the allies brought this on them. If they hadn't been so harsh on Germany then maybe this war wouldn't have happened. As Engers skimmed the article in front of him, he saw something, Kolya's town had been hit hard by the depression, his life savings almost instantly became worthless, when the inflation hit. Germans had to wheel wheelbarrows filled with money just to buy a loaf of bread. The article had told a story about a family, that could barely survive, a once well to do family. The wife and her children would slowly die, each one plucked off by hunger, infection, or a combination. The only survivor was the husband, his life ruined by the treaty, and it didn't help that Germans felt angry about the guilt placed on them for the First World War. The article was propaganda for the movement that led them here; Kolya lost everything because of the damnation of Germany in the eyes of the world. That still didn't excuse Kolya's behavior; Kolya did something that disgraced himself and the whole company, but now, now understood where it came from and that scared him. Engers shuddered and put the article in the desk, and continued working on two profiles, for the remainder of the cell, usually the resistance members worked in a cell of three agents, but he wondered what had drove these people to driving them out, he wondered if something had happened in their lives that made them do things that weren't exactly the most moral. What had happened to each person in there past, on both sides that caused this conflict? These wars were caused by grudges and revenge, each side giving the other side another reason why they would want to strike. Engers laughed quietly, they were all damned, everyone in this whole world, as he continued on the profiles, he knew that this wouldn't end without blood shed.

A/N- I'm going to try to update this story before I leave, I'm going on a two week trip to learn about the UN, so I don't think I'll have any internet access (I'm interested in the UN because of Weir). I hope your enjoying this story, Thanks for reading again!