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Spoilers: Season 2 timeline

Summary: Elizabeth sprains her knee, she wonders who will help her…

"Ooof!"

Stupid step! Oh, ow, damn. Right, need to sit down here. Arh. Oh, knee, knee. Oh, great. Stupid step. "Oh, that hurts, ah, oo."

Ahhhh, better. "Ow!" Oh, need to keep that knee still. Aw, great, sprained my knee. Mis-hit one stupid step and I'm crippled. Right, just breathe. Maybe it'll be OK in a minute. Sometimes it is.

"Phoof." Stupid weak knees. Why me? Who else has weak knees? "Hmph."

OK, need a bit of help here… Radio!

"Fzzkkkcpsh."

"This is Weir."

"Fzzkkkcpsh."

"Same to you." Great. Just great. Must be the 'jumper bay shielding or something.

I bet Teyla doesn't have weak knees. Teyla doesn't have weak anything. Oh, no! What if Teyla finds me? Oh, great, I can see it now. 'Are you in need of assistance, Dr Weir?' I don't need your help, you great Amazonian wonder woman! No sir, no weak knees there.

I want Rodney! He'd be nice to me; he's always nice to me. He understands weakness. He won't tell anyone. Maybe he'll come along and find me...

Oh, God, please don't let it be Kavanagh! Please, no. Oh, God, no. Please, please, please, please, no, don't let it be him. Please, please, please. Maybe I can move now, there's no way I want him to… "Oh, ow, ow, aarh!" OK, not moving here.

Maybe John will find me? Oh, crap, he'd want to carry me to the infirmary. Then he'd know I'm as heavy as he is. Oh, crap. Is my hair a mess?

Oh. Ronon. Oh, dear. At least he won't give a damn one way or the other whether I tripped on one step or not. He'll follow my orders if he wants to or not. Doesn't matter to him one way or the other if he sees me like this. Nothing fazes him. Nope. I could be sat here wearing a tutu and he wouldn't blink twice. Damn, he's tall, isn't he? Bet he could lift me with one arm. His pinky finger. "Hehe." Oh, great, I'm losing it. Must be the pain.

Let's face it, Zelenka will probably find me, coming to do something to one of the jumpers. I wonder if he'd panic? He'd be all 'Oh, Oh, Dr Weir, you are hurt! Let me get help!' I couldn't stand it. But... maybe not. Maybe he would come sit by me and tend me in a really Czech way. All consonants and guttural whispers. You just don't know with him. He's so… unknown. I wish he wouldn't unnerve me so. I wonder if all the rumours are true?

Peter would have come get me. He always helped me. "Snff."

What I really need is Carson, I suppose. At least he'd know what to do with me. Now, he could carry me to the infirmary, incredible biceps. But then he'd start twittering on about DNA probes, or protein mutations or something. Better than a s…s…sedative. "Ow. Hurts…"

"Elizabeth? What are you doing sitting there?"

"Rodney! Oh, ow! Gggh." Ow. Oh, thank you, God.

"Hey, hey, are you hurt? What happened? Oh, don't cry. Please…"

"Rodney, I'm so glad it's you! I hurt my knee, and I can't stand up, and my radio wouldn't work, and…"

"Hey, hey, shhh. It's OK. We'll get you to the infirmary."

"I'm so glad it's you!" Wow. That's nice. All soft and warm.

"Yeah, you said. You must be in a lot of pain…"

"Thank God it's you! …snff"

"Carson? McKay here. I need you in the 'jumper bay. Stat! It's Elizabeth. I think she's hurt her knee, but I'm really worried about her."

A/N: Help me, I'm under attack from plot bunnies! Make it stop!

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