Elizabeth sat up and screamed, unaware that she was doing either. She threw her hands out, and found a warm, reassuring touch. She clung to him, grabbing at his arms and finding his hands. It was a moment before she realized that someone was calling her name. She opened her eyes, finding Rodney McKay in front of he holding her hands. "Elizabeth, are you alright?" Then, more quietly, "You scared the hell out of me."
"Yes Rodney, I'm fine." She said, pulling her hands away sharply. "What happened?" She turned her head, finding John sitting up in the bed next to hers. His legs were over the side, and he was holding onto the edge of the bed with both hands. Carson was listening to his heart with a stethoscope.
"Rodney found you at the edges of the city, unconscious. That was sixteen hours ago." Carson said cheerfully.
"Carson said he thought we might not make it." John said, looking up at her and smiling weakly.
"Did you recover the craft?"
"Yeah," Rodney said, "We've been studying it non-stop. As far as we can tell it's Ancient technology. It's probably been drifting since the city fell."
"Ten thousand years? Is it still functional?"
"Of course its power source was depleated a long time ago, but considering it's been in the ocean for so long its remarkably well preserved. I think we might actually be operational."
"Good. Take power from the secondary systems and get it running again."
"I don't think that's such a good idea. This thing nearly killed you when it was dormant—"
"Just do it Rodney. Inform me when it is working."
He hesitated, and then left. Teyla passed him in the hall and stopped at the door. "I heard that you were awake." She said, looking first at John and then at Elizabeth, "Are you ill?"
"We're fine." Elizabeth said.
"Teyla," John said, "Do you sense any Wraith—In the city, or anything?"
"No more than usual." Teyla had been able to sense the Wraith constantly since the first wave of hive ships came to the city. Everyone knew she was frightened by the ability, but she would never admit it to it to anyone.
"As far as I can tell they're going to be fine." Carson checked Elizabeth's pulse before he spoke again. He turned his attention to his patients. "I want you both on bed rest for a day, but if you think you'll be more comfortable in your own quarters—"
She slid off the bed and onto the floor. "Exactly what I was thinking." Her head swam and her knees buckled. John rushed to her and held her up. "I'm fine." She said, straitening up and smiling, "Walk me to my room." He put his hand here on her elbow, but glanced at Teyla and quickly withdrew it.
"You saw it, didn't you?" She said as when they were alone.
John hesitated. "Yes."
"What did it mean?"
"It was probably just a dream. You said yourself, we're all nervous about the Wraith."
"I've never heard of a shared dream, even in Pegasus. I know there's more to this." She sighed. "I had never thought that they're might be half wraith. Do you think—"
John ran his hand through his hair. "I'm too tired to think about this right now." He stopped at the door to her quarters and stepped away. "Goodnight Dr. Weir."
"Amazing." She said softly.
"What?" He said glancing around and then down at himself.
"You must be so much like him."
"Um, sure." He said and walked away.
Elizabeth sighed again as she entered her quarters. She tossed her robe over a chair by her bedside and eased under the covers. She was amazed to find that, despite being unconscious for almost a day, she was exhausted. For a moment she thought of Liu, and put her own hand on her chest before drifting off to sleep.