A/N I would like to thank you all for your great reviews and as a reward for your kind remarks i have decieded to write more.

Chapter 1

Elizabeth awoke with a start. She was short of breath, her heart was going a mile a minute and she was drenched in sweat. Tears streamed down her face and stung her eyes. Fear coursed through her veins as her hands sought out the comfort she so desperately needed. Her fingers soon came in contact with her husbands chest and wove their way through the hair as she assured herself that he was infact real.

Her soft caresses slowly woke John from his sleep. He blinked a few times until her face came into focus. What he saw sent a choll down his spine, Elizabeth's beautiful face was wet with tears, their was fear in her eyes and she looked as vulnerable as a lost child.

"Beth what's wrong? What happened?"

He slowly pulled her into his arms, he had only seen her like this once before, after the incident with the Genii. Only this time she was worse, she was shaking and he could tell she was finding it hard to breathe. He was tempted to just pick her up and carry her down to Carson but he knew there was nothing the doctor could do to help.

"I...I...I dreamt...you."

Elizabeth tried to get a sentence out but the more she tried the harder she cried. She didn't need to say any more John knew what the nightmare was about. It broke John's heart to see Elizabeth this way. He knew that when they first arrived in Atlantis she often dreamt of colleages dying but she hadn't had them in years. After about ten minutes Elizabeth's breathing evened out and softly she whipered,

"Don't ever leave me."

John held her tighter, internally vowing to never let her go.

"I'll never leave you Beth, I love you too much."

They sat like that for almost an hour before they heard a thump on the door. Elizabeth wiped her eyes one more time before answering.

"Come in sweety."

She didn't need to say it twice 'cos in ran a five year old girl with long brown hair and green eyes. The little girl jumped onto the bed and snuggled in between John and Elizabeth.

"Good morning Mommy, good morning daddy."

John smiled and kissed his daughter on the top of her head. Elizabeth took a small hairbrush from the nightstand and began to brush the girls hair. When she finished she gave the girl an eskimo kiss and handed her the hairbrush. The ritual was repeated as the girl brushed Elizabeths hair.

"So Isabelle, what do you want to do today?"

Isabelle's eyes lit up at the prospect of choosing the days activities. Would they play football? No, daddy always let her win. What about a movie, they were always fun? But they only had the Lion King and that always made Mommy cry.

"I wanna go in da puddle jumpa!"

Elizabeth shook her head at her daughters bad grammer. It was true that Isabelle was highly advanced for her age but sometimes she would revert back to talking like a baby, she blamed John. John lifted his daughter up into the air and swung her around.

"Then milady we will fly through the clouds!"

Isabelle squeeled as her father swung her about like she was a plane, or puddle jumper. When her feet were firmly on the floor she climbed back up onto the bed and hugged her mother.

"Are you coming mommy?"

Elizabeth looked down into her young girl's eyes, she wanted so much to take the day off and spend it with her, unfortunately this city didn't run itself.

"I'm afraid i can't baby, I have a meeting with Uncle Rodney and Aunt Sam."

Isabelle's face fell. She understood that he mommy was important but not why she could never have any fun.

"I want you to enjoy today and maybe I'll have a surpirise for you when you get back."

Isabelle's mood lightened a bit at the thought of a surpirse.

"OK mommy."

Elizabeth kissed the girls head, then lifted her up and threw her over her shoulder.

"Now young lady lets get you dressed."

Isabelle screamed with delight and waved to John as her mother carried her out of the room. John laughed at the site before him, then headed into the bathroom. As he turned on the shower a thought entered his head.

'I'd better set up an appointment with Kate for Beth. Dreaming of the death of one's husband cannot be healthy."