Note: I'm feeling sick at the moment, my little brother gave us all the flu. So it's actually quite a relief to write this. I've never really writen anything remotely like angst before, so I hope this is okay. I usually do funny, but I just don't feel funny today so I did some more of this. Weir takes a bit of a beating in this story, was going to be Sheppard, but her, he gets to be the big tough man in this one. So read and review, hope you like it.

Disclaimer: I don't own StarGate Atlantis or any of the names, technology etc. you recognise in association with that show.

The Virus!

Chapter 2 - The incoming Wormholes!

Many weeks passed by and Atlantis slowly repaired itself. The control room was fixed completly and was once again fully opperational. The injured had made full recoveries and once again every one was eager to find themselves gating off-world once again. Elizabeth hadn't forgotten the events, but she put them aside in her mind, as she did with everything that happened there. It was no good to lingure on the the bad things, nothing would ever get done. So she let it go and once again found herself over looking the StarGate and it's open wormhole as John, Rodney, Teyla and Ford prepared to make their way through.

Another search for allies, another search for resources, another search for a ZPM. More of the not knowing. Would they come back in one peice? Would they come back with good news? Or would they come back once again persued by the Wraith? She had no idea, but they had to take the risk, it was part of their job.

No sooner had Colonel Sheppard and his team departed, the Gate sprung to life once again. 'Mame, we have an incoming Wormhole.'

Elizabeth rolled her eyes. She could see that. The Wormhole activated and the gate was once again alive with that familiar blue pool effect.

'Raise the sheilds,' she said hastily and it was done as she commanded. The sheild was raised and ...

Nothing happened.

They waited and waited, but nothing happened. There was no signal from John or from earth or from anywhere else. There was no sign that people were hurtling through the gate, travelling to their deaths as they collided with the sheild.

The gate de-activated. Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. 'What was that about?'

'I have no idea, Mame.'

'Find out where it came from, someone may be in need of our assistance.'

'Yes, Mame.'

Elizabeth walked away and returned to her office. She was supposed to be meeting Carson, he had a full report on all the dead and injured for her. He was sitting in a chair waiting patiently for her when she arrived.

'I have the reports for you Elizabeth. All injuries recorded and accounted for,' he said, tapping the thick folder that lay on her desk.

She smiled kindy at him. 'Thank you Carson. I take it everyone has the all-clear to go back to their former duties?'

'Aye. Everyone's fightin' fit once again.'

'That's good to hear,' Elizabeth said as she sat down and reached for the folder.

Carson watched her carefully and grabbed her hand before she'd managed to pick up the folder and pull it away. He turned it over and inspected her palm. The scar from when she had cut herself in the Control Room was still farely obvious and Elizabeth felt slightly embarrased. All injuries no matter how small were supposed to be reported, she had meant to, she had just been so caught up with her work and concern for her people that she had forgotten.

'That's a nasty lookin' cut doctor,' Carson said, raising his eyebrows as he looked it over. 'I don't remember you coming to me about this.'

'I - I forgot,' Elizabeth said, finaly managing to pull her hand away. 'It's nothing really, just a scratch.'

'Aye. Still, you should have reported it to me,' he wasn't angry, it wasn't an order. It was simply concern and she appreciated that. 'So, I'll leave you to it then.'

She thanked him as he stood up and left her office. It was quiet now and she savoured it for just a moment before she remembered she had work to do. She opened the folder Carson had given her and began flicking through, recording what she needed to on her lap top.

About half way through the records the silence was broken once again as the gate behind her sprung to life once more. Closing her lap top she stood up and made her way to the control room.

It was Colonel Sheppard and his team once again and she was glad to see they had left the Wraith behind this time.

'John,' she said as she greated them all in the gate room. They all seemed well enough. 'Do you have good news?'

''Friad not.'

'Place was deserted, dead planet. Few trees here and there, but other then that,' Rodney looked rather put-out, 'nothing!'

'I am sorry. The people that once lived their must have left long ago,' Teyla spoke.

'It's alright Teyla you couldn't have known. Alright, we'll debrief in a few hours, for now your dismissed.' And with that Elizabeth made her way to her office once again.

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John twirled one of the sticks over his head expertedly, as he tempted Teyla forward with the other. A line of sweat slid its way slowly down his forehead. 'You're gonna loose this time, Teyla.You don't stand a chance.'

Teyla grinned but did not say a word. She seemed far to focused. Without warning she struck. She brought one stick plumeting towards his head whilst the other struck out at his side. He covered both well but far too slowly for Teyla was already twirling around so as to have a clear shot at his other side. He blocked, just in time, he was still far too slow. She paused for a moment as he caught his breath, it was his turn to attack. He aimed for her stomache - she dodged it - he swung at her shins - she jumped over it - he spun a powerful blow for her head - she ducked - he lunged forward once again with both sticks ... that was it. She threw her own to the floor in a flash and grabbed hold of his. Surprised, he didn't have time to tighten his grip and they were torn from his hands.

He stood there with a dumbfounded look on his face as Teyla swung the two sticks towards his head. She didn't hit him though, although he braced himself for the impact, she could tell he already knew he had lost.

'Never allow yourself to be disarmed,' Teyla said, trying to teach John what he did wrong.

'I know that,' he scratched his head sheepishly and picked up Teyla's discarded sticks. 'Less talk, lets go again.'

Teyla laughed as John spun his sticks around once more. He was all show and she found it funny. 'Are you sure you're ready to be beaten again Colonel?'

'Oh very funny. But I think you'll find it's you who'll be beaten this time,' and once again he threw himself towards her, swinging his sticks as she parried the blows perfectly.

Suddenly, John's grunts of frustration as his stikes continued to miss were drowned out by Atlantis' alarm. The sticks were all but forgotten, thrown onto the floor of the training hall as the two of them dashed towards the control room to find out what was going on.

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Elizabeth was waiting for the wormhole to engage once again. It had been a busy day, too busy. There was noone off-world at the moment, she didn't understand who was trying to contact them. Once again the wormhole was recieved and the sheild was raised again. Whoever had called earlier must have been trying to get through again. But still no message, still no sign that anyone was making any attempt to get through.

John and Teyla entered the room and were informed of their situation immediatly.

'And we have no idea who it is?' John asked Rodney who was trying to get some sort of signal out of the gate.

'No idea Colonel we just -'

Rodney stopped as horrorstriken he starred at the gate. The sheild flickered and then died, failing completly. Elizabeth starred.

'Rodney, get the sheild's back up, Now!'

'I'm trying, they don't seem to be working.'

'Well get them working,' John said as Rodney began typing at his lap top hurridly.

'There, that should do it.'

The sheild re-activated. Elizabeth breathed a sigh of relief. No sooner had she done so when the sheild once again flickered and cut-out.

'Rodney?'

'I don't know.'

'Could it be the power?'

'Systems say the power is fine, I don't understand, maybe their in our computers. Try doing it manuely.'

John heard him and didn't need telling twice, he moved towards the manuel sheild device. He would put up the sheild himself. He was almost there when for the second time in so many weeks weapon fire shot it's way through the gate and everyone was forced to take cover once again.

Elizabeth looked over the computer console she had taken refuge near and inspected the situation. Whilst there seemed to be a large amount of action in the gate room, there was barely any damage done. The weapon fire seemed less like weaponry and more like an electronic charge. It pounded against the Control Room window but did not break the glass, it bounced of walls and crackled as it hit the floor.

'Keep everyone out of there,' Elizabeth said. Already their men had evacuated the room as the charge had begun but she didn't want to take any risks.

'Got it,' Rodney stood up and typed once again on his lap top. He was attempting to seal the doors but he never finished for at that moment a spark flew out of his computer and it exploded. Rodney ducked just in time, swearing loudly.

'You okay?' John asked and when Rodney checked himself over twice and nodded he added, 'what the hell was that?'

'I don't know but we've got to shut down the sheild,' Rodney made to stand again but a violent charge hit the room and whilst nothing broke or shattered, everything shook violently and Rodney was again back on the floor.

'I've got it Rodney,' Elizabeth shouted over the noise. She was closer after all, it wouldn't take much to simply raise the sheild.

She stood up and hastily stepped towards the control panel. The room lit up as another charge flew past, she reached out and moved her hand towards the manuel sheild button ...

'ELIZABETH DON'T ...'

John had shouted to her, but it was too late. Her hand had already pushed down and she felt her whole body go numb. She couldn't pull away, she couldn't move, she felt a pain in her hand and it wouldn't go away - it intensified, it felt like she was being burnt and at that moment she realised that she couldn't breath. The light was fading, so was the room, there was so much pain, she couldn't do anything, she couldn't even cry out for help ... then she felt it, a pull around her waist, gentle, the touch almost alien to the rest of her body - she was numb, yet she felt it and it made the sensation in her hand disappear.

The pain was still there ... it was all that was there - there was someone above her, someone she recognised, but she couldn't make them out, it was dark, she tried to breath, she needed to breath, but it just wouldn't work ... slowly the figure faded as she gave up, the pain taking control ... she slowly slipped away.

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AN: Another chapter done. I wasn't going to write so much in one sitting, but I did. And now my back hurts. Poor Elizabeth, I'm affraid it dosn't get any easier from here. Oh and the stick fighting was real fun to write, woohoo. And apparently I have to see "The Island", lol, I was just informed. Another chapter coming soon, please review. I love hearing from you all.