Damn! Thank you so much for reviewing, I really didn't expect that many. Now I feel the pressure! LOL. Just like to say it's now, maybe a month (?) till I'll see the second season and I'm so bloody excited I've began watching season one all over again. But I keep finding out all about the episodes so there will be no surprises but oh well.

Oooo, I also read that in an episode The Long Goodbye Weir whumps Sheppard's ass (so many ways this can be interpretated!) but I think they mean as in a Mr and Mrs Smith style fight. Exciting stuff!

Sorry, enough prattling on with the story.

Chapter 3

Rodney McKay and John Sheppard were standing side by side in the transporter both with their arms folded. Both lost in thought neither had spoken aloud about their increasing concern for Elizabeth and were now on their way to see her. Once the lift reached the destination they walked silently down the long corridor to Weir's quarters.

Every now and then they would glance around hoping to spot this other 'Sheppard' but definitely saw no one. As they rounded the corner Sheppard glanced at his watch and saw it was 9pm telling him that most personnel would be having either supper or be chilling out in the recreation rooms. Hopefully no one saw Elizabeth's panic attack in the hall five minutes ago.

"Colonel Sheppard!"

McKay and John looked round to see Carson Beckett jogging up to and fell into step with his colleagues.

"Carson, what do you think is going on with her?" Rodney asked dreading the answer.

"I really have no idea. Physically she was fine, showing no symptoms of anything." The medic told them as they neared the door. "I'm beginning to put my money on it being a pyscological problem, stress related or something."

"She won't like that theory." Sheppard stated grimacing as he knocked on the door. "Elizabeth? It's John, I'm with Rodney and the Beckett."

When there was no answer Sheppard glanced at his friends who looked worried. Sighing he hit the door release button and stepped inside the room.

It was dark, the sunlight gradually dimming casting shadows around the room. Squinting John felt uneasy when he couldn't see Elizabeth and called out softly, "Elizabeth?"

There was a shuffling sound in the far corner of the room and John looked back at Rodney who promptly switched the lights on. Once the room was brightly lit all three men could now see their once fearless leader sitting huddled between two walls staring off into space. John's uneasiness grew stronger as he was not used seeing her like this.

"Dr Weir?" Carson asked slowly approaching the vacant woman. "How are you feeling?"

Elizabeth looked at him with scared eyes and whispered, "Is it really you Carson?"

Nodding the Scot sat in front of her noticing the other two men staying behind, no doubt unsure of what to do. "Aye, it's me. Colonel Sheppard and Rodney too. You seem calmer than before, do you feel okay?"

Elizabeth's eyes flickered to Rodney and then lingered on John while replying, "I don't know. I thought…I'm not sure what's going on Carson." Finally her eyes left a guilty looking Sheppard and focused on the man before her.

Despite John having nothing to do with this 'imposter' he still felt bad. It was his image she kept seeing, or talking to. If it were he in her place he would feel confused and scared too. Not that he would ever admit it, he wasn't brave enough to say he was scared. Focusing back on the quiet conersation happening before him John watched Elizabeth intently.

"I think I'm losing my mind." She stated sadly, as if she had lost all hope. "I can still remember our conversation and feel the pressure of his hand on my leg." Subconciously she began rubbing her thigh.

"He touched you?" John asked harshly wondering who the hell this imposter thought he was laying his hands on her when she was this vulnerable. As she nodded her head he clenched his fists.

"All right, I think you should spend-"

"He didn't hurt me!" Elizabeth claimed interrupting Beckett staring at John. "He was trying to comfort me. Not once has he tried to hurt me."

Giving her a disbelieving look John turned away trying to think who this other 'Sheppard' could be.

"As I wiz saying I think you should spend a night in the infirmary." Waiting for an objection Carson was surprised, and worried, when Elizabeth nodded her head in agreement.

"Okay."

Trying to hide his surprise he held out his hand and helped Weir to her feet. The medic suddenly saw her in a new light, not as a strong capable leader, but as a scared, vulnerable women. Placing a hand on the small of her back Carson guided Elizabeth to the door.

John turned around just as they reached the door. Elizabeth caught his eye and paused before opening it.

"He didn't hurt me John. He seems… concerned, worried." She assured him in a firm voice.

After a second of thinking her statement over John replied, "So am I." A look of understanding flashed in her eyes. "Get some rest, I can take care of things for now."

"Thank you." She said and was then followed down the dim corridor by Carson and a troubled looking Rodney.

Watching them leave John still couldn't push his anger aside despite what Elizabeth had said. If it was just her imagination playing tricks with her then fine. In fact, it even explained how she really felt about him. But if this was an actual person or 'thing' tricking her John was furious that they, or 'it', were using his form and friendship with Elizabeth to confuse, maybe even hurt her.

Closing his eyes for a second he took a deep breath and counted to ten. With a small nod of the head he headed for the nearest transporter ready to run the city.

Carson glanced at Elizabeth's sleeping form now and then as he filled out paper work in his office. Rodney had long since left muttering about some unfinished work that had to be done but Beckett knew his friend was just feeling helpless. Seeing his one and only patient fast asleep he continued writing his report.

The first thing that told Elizabeth that she was in a different bed was the smell. She wrinkled her nose at the disinfected stench surrounding her and groaned. Flickering her eyes open she saw that she was indeed in the infirmary.

She heard footsteps and slowly opened her eyes to see John entering the infirmary. He glanced around the room before he finally spotted her and came over.

"John?" she mumbled still feeling groggy. "Is everything okay?"

"Yeah, everything's fine. Just came to check up on you." He replied while brushing a piece of stray hair away from her eyes.

"Is it not still late?" she asked worrying that he wasn't going to get any sleep. "Shouldn't you be going to bed?"

John laughed, "Just about to. Stop worrying so much about me and everyone else for once. It's your turn to be fussed over."

Elizabeth giggled and felt her eyes begin to droop again. "Okay."

"I'll let you go back to sleep." He whispered as he leaned over and gave her a kiss on the forehead. "Sweet dreams, Elizabeth."

"Mmmm…" Was the last sound Elizabeth made as she fell into a deep slumber.

"Are you sure doc?"

"Positive. I've been watching her for the past ten minutes!"

"And there's really no one there?" John asked sounding perplexed.

"No. Not a soul apart fae me." Beckett explained. "She's just talking to no one, although…Colonel…I did hear her mention your name again."

The doctor got no response as John sat in Weir's office drumming his fingers on the table. It was beginning to sound as if it was all in Elizabeth's mind. Sighing John ran his hand over his face and swallowed hard.

"We need Dr Heightmeyer to speak to her." He concluded.

"I think that would be best lad. It looks as though she's asleep again so we'll discuss it wae her in the morning." Carson said as he folded his arms and watched Elizabeth's calm features from the doorway.

"Okay. I'm gonna hit the sack now doc. Let me know if anything happens and I'll be down to see her in the morning."

"Right. See you then. Night." Beckett said as he continued to watch his boss's peaceful face, wondering what was really going on inside her mind.

A/N: Please r'n'r!