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Spoiler from Season 2's Duet.
Chapter 2
Elizabeth pushed around an odd looking Athosian vegetable on her plate with her fork. Half of her meal was still sitting there and she knew the cook was scowling at her for leaving his new recipe practically untouched. It was actually very good but for some reason Elizabeth was just not hungry.
"Hey." A soft called to her and she looked up to see John standing in front of her smiling. "Mind if I sit?"
"That depends" Elizabeth said, " on whether you're going to turn around tomorrow and say you weren't ever here." There was no amusement in her voice and John looked around.
"Hey Dr Baker" He called to the young scientist who was carrying his meal to a table. "You can see me right?"
Baker frowned and glanced around him confusion etched in his face before facing the pilot again. "Uh, yes?"
Elizabeth stifled a giggle at the man's reaction to such a bizarre question and John said, "See? It's really me. Thanks doc!"
"Uh, no problem Colonel." Baker replied and hurriedly walked away causing Elizabeth to burst into laughter.
"So, how's it going?" John asked concern evident in his eyes despite a small smile playing on his lips.
Elizabeth took a deep breath and shrugged, "Okay, apart from being completely not with it today. Or all week."
John stared at her for a second before asking, "Are you sure-"
"It was you, trust me!" Elizabeth cried frustratingly. "It was your voice, you arms, your smell…" She trailed off realizing how this sounded and cleared her throat, slightly embarrassed. "I'm positive it was you John."
Sheppard nodded silently pleased at her quick speech but looked away afraid it might show. "Have you been to see Beckett yet?"
Elizabeth sighed. "No. So is that what you're all thinking, that I'm unwell or crazy?"
"Okay first of all it's Rodney and me who know about this. And second, we're not saying you're crazy. I'm mean, just last month McKay had another person's personality trapped inside of him! Anything's possible."
Elizabeth smiled at John's assuring tone and nodded. "So seeing Beckett would just be a precaution."
"Exactly!" John said glad she was finally seeing sense. "Just to make sure you didn't bump your head or anything."
"Okay." Elizabeth conceded. "I'll go now then. What are you up to?"
John's happy expression suddenly disappeared into a glowering one. "Caldwell would like to discuss security issues. I mean it's not like I don't enjoy being told I'm completely incompetent but telling me 24/7 is a bit much don't ya think?"
Elizabeth smiled sadly. "Just stand your ground. And remember I'm fine with our current security plans so-"
"You're my ace!" John said before adding, " Up my sleeve that is."
As they chuckled Elizabeth stood up taking her tray with her. "Well, have fun."
"You too. Cause seeing Beckett for a check up is riot. Especially when you mimic his accent." John joked before adding thoughtfully as he searched his arms, "I'm sure I've still got that needle mark on my arm."
Rolling her eyes at John's child like musings Elizabeth walked away, dumping her tray before leaving the mess hall.
"Well, lass, there does nae seem to be anything wrong wae you." Carson Beckett concluded as he set down his penlight. "Well, we'll need tae wait for the blood work but I think we can safely say yir fine!"
"Apart from seeing colleagues when they're no where near me at the time." Elizabeth muttered feeling depressed again.
Carson smiled apologetically. "I don't know wit to say Dr Weir but physically yir fine."
The other possibility hung between them but Elizabeth refused to say it out loud. "Well let's just hope it doesn't happen again."
"Or you could take a wee visit to Dr Height-"
"I'm not going to see Kate for this. It happened once and who knows if it will happen again!" Elizabeth stated firmly sliding off the medical bed.
Carson nodded in defeat and smiled. "Aye, okay. Well, yir free to go."
Elizabeth nodded her thanks and left a concerned Carson behind.
Ignoring the thought of the huge pile of paper work sitting on her desk Elizabeth glanced at her watch and saw it was nearing 8 pm. An early night wouldn't go a miss she thought and made her way to her room.
Once there she kicked off her shoes and was about to change into her pajamas when there was a knock at her door. Sighing she wandered over and touch the panel allowing the door to open. It opened to reveal John Sheppard smiling cheerfully.
"Good evening!" He said brightly, "So, how was Beckett?"
"He found nothing." Elizabeth told him stepping aside to let him in and sat on the bed heavily. "He suggested seeing Dr Heightmeyer but I'm not going to even entertain the idea that I might be crazy."
John sat beside her and cocked his head to the side. "You might not be crazy, how about stressed?" When she glared at him he held up his hands in defense. "Just a suggestion. It's only cause I care."
Elizabeth shook her head. "I'm sorry. I appreciate all of your concerns I'm just…a little freaked you know?"
John smiled and began rubbing her thigh gently. Stiffening at the intimate action Elizabeth held her breath. Glancing up at him she saw the worry in John's eyes and knew he was only trying to comfort her. Gazing at each other for a minute he suddenly cleared his throat.
"Well, I better go." He said standing up and moving to the door. "I'll see you tomorrow."
Elizabeth followed him to the door feeling slightly giddy at the moment they had just shared. "Right. Of course, see you tomorrow."
Facing her before he left John said quietly, "Sweet dreams." And with that he walked down the corridor.
Watching his retreating form for a few seconds Elizabeth repeated softly, "Sweet dreams John."
Turning away her radio suddenly crackled to life. "Elizabeth? You busy?"
It was John. Frowning Elizabeth radioed back. "Eh, no. Why didn't you just ask me when you were here a minute ago?" There was a long pause when McKay finally answered for him.
"Elizabeth he's been here in the control tower for the past hour."
Feeling sick Elizabeth spun to face the corridor and upon seeing it empty sprinted down the long hall. When she reached the end she glanced left than right feeling confused and fearful when she saw no one.
There is no way he made it away that quick! She thought feeling shaky as she leaned against the cool wall.
"Elizabeth? Are you okay?" John asked through the radio. When she didn't answer he repeated his question, this time sounding more agitated. "Are you okay Elizabeth?"
Feeling her breathing become erratic she gasped, "No… no John… I'm not…okay."
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