A knock on the cell door woke John up and when Cowen walked in, John got out of the cot, so that he wouldn't wake her up. He knew that she wasn't getting the rest she needed especially after what Kolya did to her. He loved her, and he knew she loved him, and he wouldn't let Cowen touch her.
"What the hell do you want?"
"Nothing, except answers."
"That's all, huh, that's all, nothing more, you do want to do the same thing that Kolya did to her."
"No, what Kolya did to her, was an embarrassment, he was never supposed to do that to her. I wanted answers, but now, now I have to deal with the emotional fallout."
"That's it?"
"No, you can tell her that we give our sincere apologies, when we come back."
"From where?"
"From my office, isn't this cell boring and plain, I think it would be nice for you to have a change of scenery, huh?"
"Actually, its quite, um, quaint, give my complements to the desk, its just lovely."
"Sheppard, I insist, upstairs now."
"You insist, now I can't refuse."
"Sheppard you're trying my patience."
'I seem to do that, these days, I remember when I was funny."
"Sheppard."
"Comin' Mom," Sheppard said while walking towards the door, and as the door closed Elizabeth stirred, and woke up. She slowly got up and went to the door, and listened to it. Listening for anything, why had she gone to sleep, in a time like this, she only could hear the footsteps that grew quieter as they slowly walked away. Elizabeth Weir sat there next to the door; never had anyone left her feeling like this, no one except him. She sat there devising a way anyway to get out with him, out of here. Maybe one day she could tell him the truth, but not now not here, it would be too hard. She had her skeletons in the closet and she knew Sheppard knew she wasn't telling him everything about her life and she knew that he was also not telling her things. She only hoped they were minor details in his life. She knew that with hers that he would still love her afterwards, hopefully. Her life, she hated it up to that moment, not that she needed him to live or anything to mushy, no he just added to the incentive to live, to escape. She already had to get out to keep her promises she shared with Rodney and Carson, they both needed to go somewhere else, somewhere safer than here. And, she wasn't naïve to think that the allies would win back France right away. She wondered who else was in here, slowly she got up and started to pace and think, think of a way out, anyway out, anything.
A/N- Sorry about taking so long to update, I've been sick and I'm reajusting to life back home.