wella and yellowmellow: here are the rest of the characters :P

DaeDream and thedummie: ILOVE Ronon/Teyla fics as well! So I finally decided to try my hand at writing one because there is not enough out there:D

glocap: Thanks! I was hoping that I was writing the characters correctly.

Jaenelle: Wow, where do I start? Thank you for your wonderful review! I absolutely adore those books, and have read them so much that I feel like I live it! I would gladly join your First Circle :D

Cathain: I sure do watch NCIS! Well did anyway…and Tony/Kate was my fav ship! sigh

To everyone who reviewed, thank you so very much! Its nice to know people read your fic and your views are what make me keep going.

AN: This somehow morphed into a fic with Shep/Weir as well as Ronon/Teyla. I am hoping that this doesn't detract from the Ronon/Teyla part of the story too much, because I still want to focus a lot them.

And now for the next instalment….

Chapter 3

Colonel John Sheppard made his way through the halls of Atlantis after receiving a summons from Dr Beckett.

'This better not be another one of those damn impromptu check-up things,' he thought. The idea of being caged in the infirmary on a perfectly beautiful day was unbearable.

Spying a familiar backsi.. ('Back,' John berated himself, with a slight smirk. 'I meant back') he felt two kinds of happiness surge through him: One, because the fact that this back belonged to a person who didn't undergo any surprise physicals (therefore happily banishing that thought), and two just because he was happy to see her.

"Elizabeth!" he called. "Wait up!"

Stopping at the sound of her name, she turned to wait for the Colonel, a smile playing on her lips as she noticed his happy, kid-in-a-candystore expression. 'Not to mention his fine form.' A voice whispered in her mind. She quickly shoved that thought away.

"Hello, Colonel. Are you headed to the infirmary?" Elizabeth asked, resuming her walk.

"Why yes, Ma'am, I certainly am," John announced cheerfully, bouncing along on the balls of his feet. "I take it Beckett called you as well?"

"Yes, he did," she answered, a little hesitantly, sensing that something was definitely wrong with her 2iC. Stopping suddenly, a hand reaching for his arm, she looked worriedly up into his face. "John, are you alright? Since when are you actually happy about going to see Carson?"

"Aww, Beckett isn't such a bad guy. For a doctor anyway," John stated, hands waving off her concern. "But I'm happy because I saw that you were heading there as well," John said, somehow managing to keep a relatively straight face.

A slight blush appeared on Elizabeth's cheeks and her eyes turned shyly away. Removing her hand form the intimate position on his arm, she opened her mouth to say something but John beat her to it.

"Afterall, if you're there, then I figure this isn't going to be another one of those evil prod-and-poke examinations that gives him an excuse to torture me with big needles," he said, not giving any indication as to whether he had noticed Elizabeth's reaction or not.

'Damn, Elizabeth! Some great diplomat you are," she scolded herself. 'You are acting like a schoolgirl with a crush. He didn't even notice you blush.,'

Forcing herself to meet the Colonel's eyes, and hoping the red had faded from her cheeks, she knew with crystal clarity that she wasn't so lucky. John's eyes twinkled at her, and she could see the smug smile tugging at his lips, desperate to show. Partly angry and partly amused, Elizabeth plotted her revenge and resumed her walk.

"Carson informed me that your physical wasn't complete last time. Something to do with an emergency situation that arose and needed your immediate attention, I think was the reason," Elizabeth tossed over her should, voice sweetly neutral and casual. "I am sure that Carson would, of course, be happy to finish it. If someone reminded him." 'Oh yes, John, revenge is so sweet' She could picture his face perfectly: Eyes narrowed in suspicion, trying to figure out if she was bluffing, while simultaneously worrying his bottom lip as he tried to think of an appropriate bribe if she was serious. Elizabeth grinned over her shoulder and motioned down the hallway.

"Well? Are you coming, or are you afraid of the Big Bad Doctor?" she teased him.

John deliberated a moment longer, still not fully convinced that Elizabeth was bluffing. Walking to her, he could see the mischievously evil glint in her eyes. It did absolutely nothing to reassure him. Moving forward again, John nudged Elizabeth on the shoulder.

"You weren't serious – were you?"

Elizabeth almost laughed out loud at the genuine worry in his voice.

"Don't worry, John," she said softly, intimately, staring into his eyes. "There is only one person on this base who is allowed to poke you. And no-one will be game enough to attempt to stop her"

John's eyes widened, and heat filled them when his gaze flickered to her lips for the briefest of time, so close to his own. Unconsciously he licked his lips, staring at her as she moved closer. Stepping right up to him, Elizabeth whispered in his ear.

"Afterall," she mimicked his tone from before, "Teyla is the only woman who can kick your butt while sparring."

It took a full minute before what she said sunk in, and in that time Elizabeth had stepped away and begun walking yet again. She wondered idly if they would ever make it to their destination.

John, however, was floored. 'Did she just totally flirt with me?' he wondered, brain not fully functioning. Thinking about it, he nodded decisively, a cocky fly-boy grin settling on his lips. 'Oh yeah, she so has it bad for me.' He thought smugly.

"Dr Weir, Colonel Sheppard, please report to the infirmary NOW!" Dr Beckett's voice rang through his earpiece.

"We're coming, Doc, We're coming," John smiled and jogged to catch up with the rapidly diminishing back of his beautiful, smart commander.