A/N: Wow, just a day and I updated.That's got to be a record for me. Well, I owe this fic to my cousin who just so happened to have turned 16 last week and the party is what bore this chappy. Her younger brother looked so nervous when he had to dance with her. : )

Thank you for reviewing the last chapter btw: )

Elizabeth Weir was working hard and long through the night, hoping to get enough done to free up some time on Friday again. She stared intently at her computer screen as she typed quickly and noisily then, coming to a sudden stop long enough for her to sip the last of her coffee. She frowned, wishing that she didn't need to travel all the way down to the mess hall for another cup, but knew what had to be done if she didn't want to wake up drooling on her keyboard. Not that she did but…

She shook her head and started making her way there, running into a peculiar scene of Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard dancing on their balcony with what looked like a "Dancing for Dummies" book in his hand. She stopped in her tracks an amused look crossing her features, the thought of caffeine slowly slipping away from her mind. She crossed her arms and leaned on the door's frame watching the Colonel mumble the instructions to himself while stepping to what seemed to be the waltz.

"It seems like I'm not the only multi tasker, don't you think?" She said smiling.

John was glued to the floor, not even daring to look back at Elizabeth, knowing full well that he was probably a shade bright red right about now. Well, he did eventually when she came over to make sure he didn't die of embarrassment. "Hey, are you okay?" She said laughing.

He began to relax just enough to explain himself. "My niece is having her sweet sixteen next week."

"Aah, I see. That explains a lot." She said, giving him a quick smirk. She leaned forward on the railing and watched the ocean lap up against the city. "I remember my sweet sixteen. My brother stood there like the idiot he always clamed to be, but I knew better. He'd been attending drama classes for the past few weeks practicing for the 'Sound of Music' instead of going to his wrestling classes, so there was no way he didn't know how to dance. It turned out I was right; he was very light on his feet." She told him, smiling at the memory.

"Er… you wouldn't happen to be as good as your brother would you?" he asked nervously.

"Aah, yes as a matter of fact…"

John placed the book down on the floor, stepping away from the railing and next to her.

"But we don't have any music."

"Elizabeth, I just spend the past half hour dancing with a book in my hand. Trust me; music won't really make that much of a difference." He said with a grin.

She smiled again shaking her head and stepped in front of him, taking one of his hands in hers and placed in on her hip while he slipped the other in her other hand. They began to dance slowly,a large gap between them.

As time passed and with a few spins here and there, the gap between them began to lessen gradually and soon they were pressed up against each other. Then John dipped her down slowly and expertly, finally ending the dance.

"You know, you're not as bad as you let on…" she said hands resting on his chest.

"But with a little bit more practice, I'm betting I'll get as good as you." He said smiling at her, hands still on her waist. Their faces were close together; so close that they could smell each other, John of aftershave and Elizabeth of vanilla, both with their lips parted ever so slightly...

"That'd be nice." She said softly, stepping back and out of his embrace. "You wouldn't mind joining me for a cup of coffee would you? I could use the company." She asked.

"I don't see why not." He said smiling as they walk off the balcony together.

TBC

A/N: I'm thinking that I should probably add that to the ends of chapters so it doesn't look like it's the "end, end." And no, I'm not planning on making them smooch any time soon... unless you review andtell me you want them to. ; )

Ideas are much appreciated. : )