i dont think this is the best of chapters... but thats up to you... enjoy!

"That sounded violent there," he said with an eyebrow raised not only at Zelenka but at the Chair. It seemed it wanted Zelenka to be punished for what he'd said. No such luck.

"Yeah well, it vas…" the scientist grumbled. Sheppard clapped his hands together.

"It looks like we're not going anywhere today; let's have a break, shall we?"

"Here!" Rodney said and left. Zelenka and John followed, leaving Beckett with the Chair. It looked like fate had given him the chance to make up with her. Reluctantly, he sat. Firmly expecting to be launched, he gripped the edges tightly.

You needn't so harsh you know.

So… ye're talking to me now? he said spitefully.

I guess… she sulked. Beckett hated how she sounded so dejected.

I'm sorry love. You know that right? A mental nod was felt in his head. Good. What was with you yesterday anyway?

PMS? was the carefully suggested answer. Beckett stopped, and then burst out laughing.

Oh my dear… may I come in? By this he meant into her world, where he could feel her.

Of course my beloved Scot.

Will you forgive me forever and ever?

Certainly.

Good, he sighed in relief. He relaxed into her world and soon was met by his lady. "Hello dear." She pushed back some of her hair.

"Hello Carson," she greeted with a smile. Suddenly, she slapped him.

"Wha' was tha' fer?"

"That was for thinking me just a Chair."

"I probably did deserve it…" She nodded.

"Yes you did, you've been a very bad boy Carson Beckett!" she said in all seriousness. Beckett's face split into laughter the same time hers did. It was good to know they were back together. Now if only there was a way to meet her without the Chair as a medium…

"Come join me," she offered. Without hesitation, the good doc began to strip.

OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

"Oh, that was a good meal!" Sheppard raved. "Who was that cook anyway?"

"I think that was… umm…"

"That vas Doctor Weir's cooking," Zelenka offered, blushing slightly. He probably shouldn't have told them that. They were going to suck-up all week now. Oy…

Once in the room, the three of them passed a Beckett sitting cross-legged on the floor, happily munching on a sandwich.

"Hi Beckett," McKay greeted distractedly. "Hey… where'd you get the sandwich?" Carson stopped and pondered with his mouth full.

"Ummm… smmeonne bought it for mme…"

"Tell us when you've eaten everything, please…" McKay said disgusted.

"Yes mother," Beckett joked. "I said, someone brought it for me." Sheppard looked suspicious, but also had a knowing look on his face. He couldn't know that much.

"Are you villing to work that Chair for us now doctor?" He nodded, not quite done with the meal. Beckett happily hopped into the seat and let the Chair do the work. He was getting done at this.

"Okay Carson, get off," Rodney ordered an hour later. No answer. "Beckett, get off now!" Silence again. Sighing he walked over to the Chair and laughed.

"ZZZZzzzzz!" snored the doctor.