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Chapter 5: On The Balcony

Elizabeth looked in the mirror and sighed. I look okay, right? She thought too herself. She was wearing a knee-length little black dress with a small slit at the side and a plunging neckline that was sexy and sophisticated and not slutty. By this point that necklace Simon had got her was long gone. She had finally realised that it was okay if he had moved on because she new he was boring. I mean come on! His name was Simon, it just oozed boring!

So, has she did her hair up in a loose bun with locks of hair gently falling out; she came to the conclusion, that who or what had put their hand up her backside and had made her a puppet, had full control and that she wasn't going to fight it but embrace it. And if that meant falling head over heals in love with Sheppard and vice versa that was just something she was going to have to bear.

Her radio signal (whatever it is!) bleeped on her side table and she held it up to her ear and a very subtly sexy and yet very familiar voice sounded through.

"Dr. Weir, this is Major Sheppard do you read?" She smiled, she had a feeling he was going to make up some pretence and have some little surprise. He loves surprises. She cleared her throat; she wasn't about to ruin it all for him.

"Yes, major. I read." She smiled. It was funny how she could easily act cool in front of world leaders and lie through gritted teeth to the most sexist military general assholes. However, she couldn't help but want to burst out laughing when she attempted to lie to a certain Major.

"Well then…um…perhaps, no…I need your help with something." He couldn't think of what to say.

"Really?" She said smiling, what's wrong with messing around with me for just a little bit?

"What sort of help? Because I'm a little busy right now."

"You are?" John couldn't help but sound disappointed which was extremely adorable for Elizabeth to listen to you.

"Yes." She said while sitting down on her bed and thinking of a little story to tell.

"I was about to go with Teyla to the mainland to a banquet with some of the Athosians…I got dressed for the occasion and everything."

"But Teyla's meant to be help-" He stopped shutting his big mouth from giving anything.

"Really, that's…interesting." He said continuing. "But I would greatly appreciate your help. So, if you could perhaps meet me on our balcony in ten minutes that would be great. Over and-"

"Wait!" She was slightly taken back.

"What?" He asked in a worried tone of voice.

"Our balcony." She said quietly. He gave a big smile. He was on the balcony right then, in a suit with a tie and a romantic meal for two and looked out into the ocean.

"Yeah. Our balcony. I wouldn't want anyone else on it but us…together…on the balcony…togeth-"

Elizabeth started giggling.

"I get it. But what exactly do you need help with on our balc-"

"Look. I hate to be blunt, but I need you on this balcony now." John looked at the table, he didn't want the champagne to get warm.

"Alright." She had had enough fun with him. "Give me five minute. Over and out."

(Five minutes later…)

Elizabeth opened the balcony doors to see a candlelight dinner with strawberries and champagne with a range of dishes that she couldn't see yet and a gorgeously groomed John Sheppard with a bunch of flowers gauping at her. The stars were out and there was a slight breeze that was refreshing not chilling. She looked at him and smiled.

"What? Why is your mouth hanging open like that?" She gave him a puzzled look, he closed his mouth and swallowed.

"You look amazing, you were going to were that to a dinner with a few Athosians, lucky bas-"

"John. You know better than to resort to abusive language." She was recalling what he had said to her in the gym earlier on today. He laughed.

"You're right. Please! Won't you take a seat?" He said while pulling out a chair.

"Don't mind if I do." She sat down and thought of all the work her must gone to.

"This is beautiful, John. Thank you."

"Your welcome." He said while pouring the glasses of champagne. He lifted up a glass and she then lifted up hers.

"To…us. To you for being the most beautiful and generous leader in the world and any man would be lucky to have you. And to me, for finally realising that I want to be that man. No games, I love you. I love you on our balcony, I love you in our Atlantis and I'll love you on Earth. Always and forever." He took a sip of champagne to calm his nerves and looked at her. She wasn't angry or crying, but she wasn't smiling either. Shit! This is going to end badly I know it.

"Can I same something?"

"Sure." He was glad that she at least waned to say something, whether good or bad.

"This is something that my dad always brought up in conversation and I tell you what, he was right, it applies to every aspect of life. Have you ever heard of the puppet theory?"

John was extremely confused. What the hell do puppets have to do with our relationship?

"What? You mean, like that puppets are really alive, because I met a guy once who-"

She giggled and he smiled at her giggling.

"No! No. I mean like someone, something or maybe the whole universe has its-"

"hand shoved up your ass. I know." She looked at him and gave the most beautiful smile and stood up and he decided maybe he should stand up too. She walked up to him and quietly spoke.

"So, John Sheppard, tell me. Who has shoved their hands up our backsides?"

He looked at her straight in the eye. He knew he only had one shot at saying the right answer and that it would mean everything. It was the answer she needed to know whether John Sheppard was the man she was meant to be with. He sighed and sat on the edge of the table. She looked down at him and waited. It seemed like forever.

"No one. Cause if someone did we wouldn't be put together. Only me and you don't like people's hands up our butts and that means you and me can be together. I love you, Liz and even if you don't feel the same that's not going to chan-" And with that, Elizabeth kissed him and he stood up and wrapped his arms around her like they do in old movies and had an extremely passionate but yet romantic kiss, until air became a necessity. He looked at her, arms still around her and she did the same.

"Good answer." He smiled smugly.

"Thank you. I tend to be able to answer correctly under pressure well."

"Well, good job too. Cause if you know the true answer to the puppet theory then…well…you're a good guy in my dad's books." She looked at the dishes. She was hungry and he noticed her diverted gaze and smiled.

"You hungry?"

"A little bit. What do you have, chef?"

They both sat down.

"Well, I have lobster as I know you like seafood."

"You seem to know a lot. My birthday, the puppet theory, what I like to eat…"

"I'm very clever."

"Yes, you are."

"I even have a cake with 'I Love you' in icing."

"You have all of that?"

"No. I've got turkey sandwiches." She smiled and he smiled back and they held hands over the table.

And that, ladies and gentlemen, is how these two very different people turned into two little lovebirds, because they found love in the most unlikely of places.

The End

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