John woke and found himself soaked to the skin. The opened his eyes and saw the night sky. As his senses slowly returned, he heard someone mumbling worriedly. He sat up and found Rodney leaning over Elizabeth, apparently performing CPR.

"What happened?" John asked groggily.

Rodney ignored him. "Come on Elizabeth." He leaned forward and breathed three long breaths into her mouth. As John watched her chest rise and fall, he clamored over to her and touched her cheek with one finger. "Come back." He whispered.

Rodney resumed chest compressions. John glanced at him; he looked frantic but focused. "Come on Elizabeth!" he shouted suddenly, "Breathe!"

Suddenly her eyes flew open and she gasped. Her back arched slightly as she coughed, she collapsed back, breathing heavily.

Rodney still hovered over her, stunned. After another moment, she reached out and held his face in her hands. "Rodney," she hesitated, almost not sure that he was real. Then she smiled. "My hero."

"Um, are you okay?" he said.

"Yes, I'm alright." She turned her head slowly, catching sight of John. "You?"

"Fine—damp—but fine." He squeezed some of the water from his hair.

Rodney leaned back, reluctantly pulling himself from Elizabeth's hands. "So, please tell me this craziness is over."

She sighed deeply, "Maybe."

Elizabeth was amazed by how things could change with time. She was walking though the corridors at night, just like she had less than two weeks before. But she felt completely different. She passed the same balcony as before, and found John leaning against the railing, staring up at the sky.

Silently she moved to his side. "Can't sleep?"

He sighed. "I'm exhausted actually." He said, "But I almost expect it to start up again when I close my eyes."

She leaned against the railing and sighed. "Are you disappointed when it doesn't?"

"I guess so." He said heavily, "I miss Maia, and Liu. But what was the point of all this?"

"I don't know. But whatever it was, it knew when to let me go."

"Before it killed you?"

Yes. Something intelligent is definitely behind this. I have a feeling when we're meant to know, we'll find out."

"And in the meantime?"

"We wait."

John sighed and slumped slightly. "Wait for word from home; wait for the Wraith, is that all we're ever going to do?"

She smiled. "We'll have to wait and see." He smiled too, and looked over at her, and suddenly the mood sobered. John cleared his throat and looked away. "I think all of that stuff stopped working when the visions stopped. I'll bet Rodney has barricaded himself in there and is going nuts at this very moment."

She smiled at the thought. "Rodney is—a good man." She said. She stepped back and then suddenly forward again, wrapping her arms around his waist. She leaned his back, and listened to the soft sound of his heart. They were still for a long time; nothing needed to be said.

She released him suddenly and stepped back. "Goodnight John." She said, filling the words with meaning. She turned and disappeared into the dark hall.

Author's notes:

Alas my friends, our time is at an end. Thank you so much for reading and reviewing, it means so much to me!

First, I would like to say that I am not an Elizabeth/John Shipper. I'm really leaning towards John and Teyla and Rodney/Elizabeth shippiness (they'd be so cute together!), but it's really too early in the series to tell. But I really felt that Elizabeth and John were the ones who would fit into this particular story, and it just sort of turned out this way. Besides, the little sparks of jealousy from Rodney were fun. And don't worry; their relationships will come into play in the sequel (as soon as I get the time to write it).

I believe that the names you give characters actually has an effect on the path their character takes, or at least should be a reflection of their path, which is why I choose the names carefully. Maia is Latin for nurse, and mother, so I thought that was appropriate. Deri, is just a jump away from Derry, which is Celtic for great lover, or an ancient hero (Get it? it's a little joke). I got the name Liu (voice) from a thousand year old Chinese legend (that I found in the pamphlet in the first twelve girls band CD) about a Liu San Jie, a young woman who sang to the people in her village and uplifted their spirits with her beautiful voice. When a terrible landlord demanded her hand in marriage, she escaped into the mountains. When he found her, she defiantly threw herself off a cliff and ascended into heaven and became a fairy. This story talks about a beautiful character, which Liu is, and the importance of doing what you know is right. I love that story. Since we're on the subject of Twelve Girls Band, I really connected with another of their songs while I was writing this fic. Its from Greatest Hits (CD 1) and its called spirit dance. It's instrumental, but it really spoke to me, and I think it really speaks to the story. If you ever get an opportunity to hear it, then listen! It's so pretty.

Lastly, I want to talk to you about the title. This comes from what I think is a little known Alanis Morrisette song. It's from her CD/DVD combo "Feast on Scraps". I got it at a used CD store and it had the 'For Promotional Use Only' thing stamped on it. It may not be strictly legal, but it's a good CD, so I don't care. I can't really say why, but I see little pieces of all the characters in this song.

"Offer"

Who
Who am I to be blue
Look at my family and fortune
Look at my friends and my house

Who
Who am I to feel deadened
Who am I to feel spent
Look at my health and my money

And where
Where do I go to feel good
Why do I still look outside me
When clearly I've seen it won't work

Is it my calling to keep on when I'm unable
And is it my job to be selfless extraordinaire
And my generosity has me disabled
By this my sense of duty to offer

And why
Why do I feel so ungrateful
Me who is far beyond survival
Me who see life as an oyster

Is it my calling to keep on when I'm unable
And is it my job to be selfless extraordinaire
And my generosity has me disabled
By this my sense of duty to offer

And how
How dare I rest on my laurels
How dare I ignore an outstretched hand
How dare I ignore a third world country

Is it my calling to keep on when I'm unable
And is it my job to be selfless extraordinaire
And my generosity has me disabled
By this my sense of duty to offer

Who
Who am I to be blue

THANK YOU ALL A THOUSAND TIMES FOR READING!

Love You!

Eveie