Thank you so much for everyone who has reviewed my story - I didn't expect such a response to my first fic! So, here is another chapter for you (although I never intended the story to continue...). Hope you like it, and please let me know if you want some more. For the non-Shep/Weir shippers (which is just so wrong!), I have kept the shippiness under control with the help of my beta.

Again, nothing to do with Atlantis belongs to me blah blah blah. But if anything does come up for sale, I will fight anyone for Shep. Even my sister and beta, Annie.

Chapter 2

"Put your head between your knees Major"

"No, No, No, pinch the bridge of your nose"

"Shouldn't we put a steak on it?"

"What is it with you and food McKay……….?"

"Excuse me but who's the bloody doctor here" Beckett pushed Ford, Mckay and Zelenka roughly aside and dropped to his knees next to Major Sheppard who was lying on the floor holding his nose and groaning dramatically.

Droplets of fresh rosy blood were splattered on his t-Shirt and had smeared the black lettering into a brown dirty stain. The only letters legible from the 'Team Sheppard' logo were 'h' and 'ard' and John grimaced momentarily at the irony of it! He shifted and groaned again, bringing his hands away from his face and across his lap in an attempt to save any embarrassment….

Misinterpreting Sheppard's grimace as one of physical pain Elizabeth rushed to his side and couldn't disguise the gasp that escaped her as she took in the full extent of his injuries.

"Oh my God John, I am so sorry…….I guess I got a bit carried away" she exclaimed, her breath still laboured from their exertion.

"No Shit" Sheppard murmured, allowing her to help him into a sitting position.

"Man, that was so hot!" Rodney whispered to Zelenka who nodded in agreement…..they would never look at Dr Weir in the same way again "remind me never to piss her off!"

"Carson, he's going to be ok right?" Elizabeth asked.

The Doctor took a pair of latex gloves from his med kit and pulled them on with a 'snap'.

"Let's take a wee look at you Major".

Beckett probed Sheppard's nose gently, wiping away the congealed blood with a gauze "Well, there doesn't seem to be any permanent damage" he glanced across at Elizabeth mid-wipe and smirked "You haven't broken his nose but he's going to have one hell of a bruise……" he turned back to the Major "any blurred vision, dizziness or nausea?"

Sheppard shook his head, no he just felt sick about having his butt so publicly kicked by a girl, and not just any girl, Dr Weir the pacifist who he remembered had once contemplated negotiating with the Wraith! ………pacifist my ass John thought to himself. She'd enjoyed their sparring, hell so had he…….

Not liking where his thoughts were heading and aware that the room was still full of Atlantis staff Sheppard attempted to stand.

"Whoah…" he swayed towards Elizabeth who automatically put an arm around his waist to steady him.

"Steady there Major, maybe I should keep you in the infirmary tonight for observation" Beckett suggested.

"No, I'll be fine" he shrugged away from Elizabeth, "Just keep her" he pointed, "away from me."

"John, I did warn you" Dr Weir retaliated.

……………………..Flashback………………………………...

Elizabeth blocked his attack and forced their hands above their heads, sticks locked.

"Stop going easy on me Major" she whispered, their lips barely inches apart; he could feel her breath against his skin.

"Huh?" John replied, feigning ignorance and enjoying their proximity.

"I said…." she thrust him away from her with a force that surprised him and immediately lunged into a counter attack, their sticks striking with every word she uttered "STOP….GOING….EASY….ON….ME!"

Sheppard, pre-empting Elizabeth's next move ducked and swept out his left leg catching his opponent unawares. Elizabeth landed on the floor with an unladylike thud, knocking the wind out of her.

"oomph!"

He knew this would happen….who's dumb ass idea were these games anyway?…….oh right, he'd suggested it, but only as a bit of fun, this was getting way out of hand.

"Enough Elizabeth" Sheppard held out his hand to her trying not to notice how delightfully flushed her face was and how her chest strained against her leather top as she panted for breath. John - don't go there.

"You've got nothing to prove, hell you've impressed me" he added, "but let's call it quits before you get hurt. There is no shame in throwing the towel in" he added gesturing for her to take his hand.

Elizabeth's blood boiled at his chauvinistic attitude and, remembering Teyla's tutoring, took a deep breath and placed her left hand in his, preparing herself for her next assault………..she'd never seen a grown man cry, maybe it was time to wipe that smug grin off his face once and for all!

To be continued…? It's up to my readers!