Updates are coming in think and fast at the mo, but may slow down soon. Until holidays start next week.

Sarah: I didn't want some big huge wedding, as everyone's trying to see this as not being a wedding. Sorry if I disappointed.
Ashkash: Of course he shouldn't say that, and here's that part when we find out why he shouldn't.
Belisse: Well, there's one little bit that could be seen as shippy, but it's not supposed to be. Just wait for that, and maybe you'll be happy.
Drakcir: I'm debating about having a chapter were he gets them back for doing it. As for John, it wouldn't be any fun if he didn't jinx it. Now, please don't turn me into a dust mite!
puddles1311: Yay for it still being funny. Glad you like the ceremony.

Chapter 5:Side effects

With the main door open, there were now 5 new doors to open. There were two on the right, two on the left and one straight ahead. The first door on the right led to a large living area with sofas, which Serai reliably told them could be turned into beds, large comfy chairs and an assortment of other things. Its crowning glory was a huge bookshelf filled with hundreds of books. Elizabeth had taken one down to look at.

"Wow."

"What?"

"It's written in Ancient, but it appears to be a fairy story of sorts."

"Please tell me those aren't the weapons we're supposed to fight the Wraith with?"

Serai had sighed and hit John around the back of the head before taking them back out into the corridor.

The first door on the left led to a cooking area with a large dining area facing a window looking out over the ocean. It was a beautiful view. The next room on the left impressed them even more. It was a bathroom, but it was almost the size of some people's quarters. There was a shower cubicle, a toilet, a sink and what appeared to be a whirlpool bath.

"That could probably fit more than one person in," John had commented.

Serai had refrained from pointing out that these quarters had been built for a newly married couple who were supposed to be in love. It felt too much like stating the obvious.

The other room on the right was the bedroom, with its large double bed, walk in wardrobe and a balcony with another magnificent view.

"If we use these rooms John, you're sleeping on the sofa."

John had been about to argue when Serai had intervened.

"The last door is where the weapons are, do you want to see?"

Elizabeth looked a little awkward. They'd done all this to get weapons, which to her felt like she'd gone against every principle she had. Serai had noticed this too.

"Look, one of the books has a list of all the weapons, you'll know it when you see it. Just look it up in that if you don't want to actually look in the room. It's probably safer anyway, no telling what will happen if John goes in there."

"I heard that!"

Elizabeth smiled.

"Thanks Serai."

"No problem. I should probably be going now."

"Before you go," said John. "Do we have to use these rooms?"

"It's probably safer."

"Safer?"

"Well, just in case something happens and the door won't open because you haven't been in here."

"Okay."

"Well, if that's all I guess I'll be seeing you around."

With a final wave, Serai was gone again. And Elizabeth silently prayed she wasn't coming back.

Later that day, Teyla asked John to take her over to the mainland.

"You'll have to check with Elizabeth."

"I already have, and she said it was fine. As long as you weren't using it as an excuse for an alcohol run."

John had laughed, though he already had planned how he was going to sneak the alcohol back into Atlantis.

Elizabeth was sitting in her office working when she noticed her wrist feel itchy. Looking at it, she realised it was the wrist Serai had drawn the line around.

"Probably an allergic reaction to something," she muttered.

Not long later, she could feel a headache coming on. It wasn't a very bad one, but any headache was a nuisance. She could just feel herself getting progressively worse as time went on. Now she was feeling sick too. Groaning, she turned off her monitor and stood up. She swayed a little and had to lean on the desk for support.

Just outside, Ford was stood talking to one of the Gate technicians. He saw Elizabeth in her office and quickly went over. He was about to knock, when he saw her sway again. He hit the button and darted across to her. He grabbed her before she fell, though she was still awake.

"Are you okay ma'am?"

"No, something's very wrong Ford."

"Let's get you to the infirmary then."

He helped her down to the infirmary as fast as he could. Beckett took one look at her and ordered her to lie down on one of the beds.

Just as he began to check her temperature, a nurse came over and told him he had an urgent radio message.

"I'll be back in a moment."

He disappeared, and when he came back he looked very worried.

"What's wrong Carson?"

"That was Teyla, she says Sheppard's ill on the mainland, came on suddenly. He can't fly the jumper back."

Elizabeth was worried, but she felt too sick to move.

"Tell Ford to get two people who can fly jumpers, head to the mainland and bring John, Teyla and the other jumper back."

"Okay."

Carson disappeared again, but was back even quicker.

"Right, lets get you checked out."

He began to run every test imaginable to try to work out what was wrong. It took nearly half an hour to get every sample he needed. When he was finally done, he left Elizabeth to rest leaving, closing the curtain behind him.

Outside, Carson went across to the radio to get an update.

"We've just picked Teyla and Sheppard up Doc. We'll be back very soon."

"Thanks Ford."

Carson then set about testing all the samples. Lying in the bed, Elizabeth was getting bored however. She just wanted to throw up, and counting the ceiling tiles didn't feel like it was going to help. She tried to take her mind off things by thinking about the playlist on her MP3 player. She was beginning to wish she had it with her.

The weird thing was, it seemed to be helping.

Her headache was already beginning to subside. In fact, with every passing moment, she was beginning to feel a lot better. Within 10 minutes, she hardly felt ill anymore. A wrist was a little itchy, that was all. Feeling very confused, she pulled herself up out of the bed. Her head span a little, but it was nowhere near as bad as earlier. Taking it slowly, she headed out and across to where Carson was pouring over his computer.

"How are things going?"

"The results have nothing, but Sheppard's just a few minutes away with the jumpers."

"How is he?"

"He's…Elizabeth, what the hell are you doing out of bed?"

"I feel better."

"I don't care. Back to bed."

With a sigh, Elizabeth went back across and got back into bed.

True to his word, within a few minutes she could hear John's voice.

"Look, I'm fine. Really! So can I please get off this gurney?"

"I don't care Major, you nearly passed out when you were on the mainland."

"I'm fine now though, just my wrist is still a little itchy."

Elizabeth froze. His wrist was itchy and he had nearly passed out. It was too much of a coincidence. She decided to ignore Carson's orders again, and quickly got out of bed. Her head felt fine this time.

"Look Carson, please don't tell me you want samples of everything. You know, blood, urine…Elizabeth, hey!"

Carson span around to face her.

"Seriously Elizabeth, get back into bed."

"Please Carson, just a second. John, which wrist was itchy?"

"The left, why?"

"The band. You know, the one that Serai made earlier. We're tied by blood she said. Maybe that includes feelings."

"I dunno. Sounds a little contrived."

"It's the only thing I can come up with. I mean, we got ill at almost the same time."

"That's a point."

Carson sighed.

"Look, why don't we run some more tests. MRI scans, X-rays and the like. There may be something we're missing."

John and Elizabeth were about to voice a protest, but Carson put his hand up.

"I don't want to hear it. Now, back into bed!"

Carson turned and left to talk to some of the other doctors. Elizabeth looked across at John to find him smirking at her.

"What? John, what?"

"You were right."

"That's a first, you admitting I'm right…What am I right about?"

"I said that things couldn't get worse. You told me not to say that."

"How does that make me right?"

"Because you know that if you say that, things get worse. You just didn't say it in as many words."

"I think I get you."

"Elizabeth!"

"I'm going Carson, I'm going!"

Elizabeth glared at John, who was happily sat in bed.

"See, I'm not in trouble for once."

"Shut up John."

John just smiled innocently and watched as Elizabeth dragged herself back across to her bed. It was always fun to see someone else getting shouted at instead of him.

"You shouldn't smile like that lad. You're getting tested first."

John groaned loudly. He heard Elizabeth laugh loudly across the infirmary.

"Oh come on Beckett. Why can't she go first?"

"Because Sheppard, I've already run some tests on her. Don't worry, she's got to have the same tests as you."

John folded his arms and pouted.

"He's acting like a little boy isn't he Carson?"

"Pout and everything Elizabeth. Now, lets get on."