Thank you for the nice reviews. Chocolate ice cream suddenly seems more fun. Anyway, here's another one I came up with. For this, i would like to blame the Hugo Boss 'Soul', i think, advert. if you've seen it, you'll get me. Anyway, please tell me what you think.

Higher Purpose

Transporters

She wasn't very drunk. Just a little drunk.

John Sheppard watched Elizabeth Weir with amusement. They had been having a party to celebrate…something. He couldn't quite remember. Now there were only about 10 of them left. 10 fairly drunk adults.

" I think I should go to bed." Elizabeth smiled. Not too drunk, could still speak and think rationally.

This was greeted with a chorus of 'Good night' and 'See you in the morning'. With a slight stagger she headed off in the direction of the nearest transporter.

John grinned, he had a plan.

"Ford! Hey, Ford! Wanna race?" Take one young soldier. Combine with alcohol. Add childhood ideas. Instant distraction.

"Sure."

"Okay. Race you once round this floor of Atlantis. No transporters. I'll go this was way, you go that way." Both were running in opposite directions. No one had pointed out John was running in the direction Elizabeth had gone.

"You're on!" Ford grinned widely.

"Right. On you marks, get set…" Before he'd got to go, John had set off.

"Hey! That's cheating!" Ford set off quickly as Sheppard's laughter faded away down the corridor.

Elizabeth had always though it was a short walk to the transporter. She wasn't walking very fast, which could explain it. Hitting the button to open the transporter, when she finally got there, she stumbled in.

Before she'd had chance to press the button to take her to her quarters, someone else dived into the transporter. She jumped back and found herself staring at a grinning Major Sheppard.

"Excuse me, Doctor." Reaching across her, he hit the button to take him to the opposite side of the control room. His rule for no transporters was a short lived one. As the doors slid shut, he pulled back his arm. His hand brushed her hair and ear. For a moment, Elizabeth's heart beat a little faster.

'Stop it. It's just the alcohol.' With that thought, she turned to Sheppard.

"Major. I was intending to go to bed, my quarters aren't over there."

"They're nearby, you can walk."

"I'm drunk." It was the most poorly conceived excuse she had ever tried to use. 'Call yourself a diplomat' Her thoughts didn't seem to like it either.

"Well, I'm drunk too, so, I guess I have an excuse to do this." He was smirking. It made Elizabeth's knees go a little weak and her heart go a little faster. 'I am never drinking again after this," she thought.

John interrupted any other thoughts she may have though by pulling her in and kissing her passionately. There was one part of her telling him to push him off. But, the other part, telling him to kiss him back was prevailing. Before she knew what she was doing, she was kissing him back fiercely, hands moving through the untamed mass known as his hair. She had wanted to do that for so long.

To John's surprise, and sorrow, she suddenly pulled back. Taking in a few deep breaths, she spoke,

"What if the doors suddenly open? There could be people outside." John smiled at her, stepping back towards the opposite wall. Reaching out, he pressed a button, just below the screen. The transporter jerked to a halt. Elizabeth looked around,

"Been doing some exploring?"

"You see, this Ancient gene has some benefits."

"Like what?" She was smirking as much as he was.

"Like, being allowed to be smug because I can operate nearly everything in this city. Like, being able to fly puddle jumpers. Like, being able to flirt with and kiss my boss without getting my ass kicked."

"Who said that had anything to do with you gene?"

Before John could come up with a suitable come back, the pair were back to kissing passionately. Pushed up against the wall of the transporter, John's hands were pushing up Elizabeth's shirt as hers moved to loosen his belt.

For a second they looked at each other, before Elizabeth spoke, "If we get caught, we were drunk."

"Of course." John smiled innocently and then they continued where they'd left off.

In the control room, everyone was waiting for the pair to arrive back. They'd been gone nearly half an hour, and neither had made any contact.

"Go check the screen, detector, thingy." Bates waved his hand up towards the screen in the control room.

Grodin pulled himself up and took a few deep breaths. After a few steps he stumbled into the banister leading up the stairs. Eventually, he found himself crawling up the stairs towards his console. There he hit the button for the life signs scan of the city. It came back with one person stood outside a transporter near the control room and two in a transporter that had stopped. They were the only ones on the floor, other than those in the control room. Picking up his earpiece, he went to communicate with the transporter, but was greeted by two voices arguing.

"It should be here."

"I know that."

"Well where is it?"

"I don't know, maybe it got caught on something."

"I know I was wearing it."

"I do too. I took great pleasure in removing it from you."

There were a few giggles and the sounds of people kissing. Grodin didn't really want to know what was going on.

"Look, forget it, I've got others. Lets get moving before someone notices we're gone."

The transporter started moving again and came to a halt were the other life sign was stood. Grodin sighed, took off the earpiece and promptly passed out.

Ford was a little bored. He'd had the idea to cheat and use the transporter just after he'd passed it. Even if John was running his fastest, he'd still get there before John did. He'd been stood for a while though so was very glad when the transporter doors opened. He was greeted however with a sight he wasn't expecting.

Doctor Weir and Major Sheppard stood looking rather sheepish. For a moment, Ford could have sworn they were stood very close with arms around each other. Probably a trick of the light. Or the alcohol. What wasn't a trick however was the fact that both looked a little more dishevelled than usual. Weir's usually carefully styled hair was sticking out all over. Sheppard's hair looked more messed up than usual, if that was possible. He also appeared to have lipstick on his face.

"Erm, goodnight gentlemen." Elizabeth quickly jumped out of the transporter and headed towards the sleeping quarters.

"Thinking of cheating then Ford." John had also stepped out of the transporter and was smiling at Ford.

"Well you clearly have sir."

"Then I guess I'm going to win." He turned to leave with a triumphant smirk on his face. Ford caught something in the corner of his eye,

"Major, there appears to be something attached to you jacket sleeve." Aiden had to resist the urge to laugh so badly.

John looked down to find something unexpected. Attached to the sleeve of his jacket was silky black bra. John's eyes widened, and he quickly pulled it off. Smiling at Ford, he set of at a run down the corridor.

A little later Ford heard him yell, "Hey! Liz! I found it!"

Aiden burst out laughing and went to step into the transporter. He could still win this. Then he stopped. Messed up hair. Lipstick on face. Missing bras. No, he'd just go back and tell everyone Sheppard had dropped out. They'd probably be too drunk to notice. However, Ford was sober enough to decide that he wasn't going to be going into a transporter for a long time.