Okay, so the first part is pure fluff (mixed in with some sexy energy) and the rest is well, not as much fun to read. Taa for the reviews and for waiting for this chapter.

Bad Horror Movie

Chapter 13

"How bad is it?" Elizabeth asked ruining the comfortable silence that had enveloped her and John as they lay on his bed.

Biting his lip John then cleared his throat and did his best to shrug, which was difficult with her head placed on his shoulder. "Um…not bad."

Even without seeing his face Weir knew he was lying and sat up to face him. "Okay, lying to me on our first 'date' is not a good sign."

Sighing John gave her hand a squeeze and shrugged again. "Well, I would have counted our sparring match the first date but, whatever. They'll come around, Elizabeth. Besides, quite a few are fine with it-"

"You do realize we have to do the same."

"What? Why?" John moaned looking at her in disbelief. "I'm not planning on flipping anytime soon and…I don't like discussing feelings with a stranger."

"Kate is not a stranger John." Elizabeth said turning back so she could lie on him again. "And it would look better, as if showing our support for this new procedure."

"Well…you weren't exactly a model patient with the doc this week, were you?" He asked smugly receiving a nudge in the ribcage. "Ow, it's true, you walked out!"

"That was completely different." She said sulkily folding her arms.

"Why?"

"Just because."

"Right!" He drawled kissing her neck. "Well, let's hope Dr Heightmeyer finds our unhinged individual before they get pissed off."

"Yeah" Elizabeth sighed gripping his arms tightly trying to push out the images of a devastated control room. "Anyway, I have to go." She muttered struggling to tear her self from his strong arms.

"Do you have to?" He groaned increasing his hold on her waist causing her to giggle. "You need to rest after a lovely meal like that."

Continuing to laugh she eventually tugged free and straddled his legs so she could face him again, grinning at his puppy dog expression. "I have to finish making this schedule and read Rodney's report on…something…" She flapped her hands around giving a confused look before leaning in to capture his lips in a soft kiss.

His hands rose to her back lifting up the red shirt so he could feel her soft, warm skin. She moaned a little causing him to deepen the kiss and pulled her closer to him. Eventually abandoning his lips for a breath of air Elizabeth stroked his cheek and sighed as John began kissing her neck again.

"John…" She gasped as he bit down on her pale skin and shoved him back so she could stare at him."I…" He interrupted with another kiss. "…have…" And another. "…to…" And another. "…go!" She finally cried before he silenced her again with a mind-blowing kiss.

Realizing he wasn't going to make this easy, not to mention the obvious joy he was getting from their current position, Elizabeth allowed him to continue forgetting about her paper work and convinced herself this was what she needed. She hadn't planned on this so soon but it was becoming pretty clear neither could resist the other.

Pulling back so she could gauge his reaction, Elizabeth then ran a finger over his slightly swollen lips while unzipping the top of her shirt. A look of understanding flashed in his eyes and he slowly began tugging the top up so it came off smoothly over her head and barely ruffled her curls.

Seeing his eyes widen, as if the reality of what was happening had just hit him, she smiled seductively and kissed his again enjoying the warmth of his hands caressing her bare back. Next his black t-shirt came off allowing Elizabeth to finally trace every muscle she could find and shivered as John expertly removed her bra. He then let his hands run down her arms so they briefly grasped her own delicate fingers catching her attention. Stopping to examine each other's expressions again, they finally carried on.

Elizabeth Weir did not emerge from John Sheppard's room until the early hours of the morning, a small, pleased smile gracing her face.

"Are you happy to be back?" Dr Heightmeyer asked watching her patient carefully, fully aware of his background on Atlantis.

"Yes." Sergeant Bates replied, his tone even. "Ever since I woke up I had wanted to return." He said with conviction noticing her write on her notepad.

"The past few months have been difficult for you to say the least." She stated not caring that it was a very obvious statement. "Has anything been bothering you? Physically or emotionally?"

"No Ma'am." He replied curtly maintaining eye contact.

Raising a fair eyebrow Kate cocked her head to the side. "Really? And there is no need to call me Ma'am." When she received no reply, just a weary stare, she changed course. "Before you left you had a run in with Teyla Emmagen."

Sighing he muttered, "Yes, I did. So?"

"Have there been anymore confrontations with her?"

Shaking his head Kate could tell the young man was trying to keep his cool, one thing others had not done. "No. I try my best to stay out of her way."

Accepting his answer the doctor moved on, noting they still had 15 minutes left.

"The majority of those who I spoke with today seem fine." Kate announced glancing around at Weir, Sheppard, Caldwell and McKay.

"Fine?" Caldwell asked impatiently. "Is that all you found?"

Glaring at the Daedalus' commander for a second Elizabeth then settled her gaze back to Kate, wishing she hadn't told the man.

"Well, a number of personnel were not very happy being there but none gave the impression of being slightly…fanatical." She said holding a determined gaze with him. "This may take some time Dr Weir." She apologetically told her.

"Yes, I knew it probably would." Elizabeth acknowledged softly. "But other than holding interrogations with everyone I see no other option. At least this way we aren't causing suspicion or singling anyone out."

"Perhaps we need to interrogate." Caldwell suggested grimly. When he received four deathly glares he added, "We may not have time to subtly interview everyone."

Sheppard sighed in resignation. "He may be right."

"I'd rather not." Elizabeth declared firmly, shooting John a look that told him she understood what he was saying. "Let's give this more time. Over half of the population is still to meet with Dr Heightmeyer. We stick with this plan for now. That is all." With a nod she quickly stood up and walked out ignoring Caldwell's piercing gaze.

The others soon followed but it was only John who headed over the catwalk to the glass office. He stood for a moment watching its owner rearrange a pile of files on her desk and then spin around jumping when she saw him there.

"John! You startled me!" She cried placing a hand on her chest out of instinct.

"Sorry." He replied sheepishly. "I just…um…wanted to watch." He stuttered cringing at how it sounded.

Flashing him an understanding smile she wander up to him, eyes sparkling. "Were you enjoying the view?"

"Hell yeah." He said huskily the images from the night before crossing his mind. "Do you have time for lunch?"

"I'm sorry but I have to meet Carson." She told him rushing on when he looked concerned. "It's nothing to do with me, I'm fine. Monthly physicals."

"Ah! Oh well, will I see you tonight?" He asked hopefully.

"Well, I may be in my quarters after 8 tonight." Elizabeth shrugged as if it may not be true. "Then again you may have something else to do-"

"No, no, no!" John repeated holding his hands up. "I'll be there, promise."

"Good." She whispered with a sexy smile and squeezed his arm as she brushed by him.

Stepping in the transporter Elizabeth smiled to herself thinking about her amazing night with John and couldn't help but giggle. She hadn't felt this good in a long time and silently thanked the future Sheppard for opening her eyes. As the doors opened it took several seconds for her to notice it was her stop before walking out and towards the infirmary.

Half way down the hall the leader suddenly felt a presence behind her and spun to search the empty hall. It was a little dim, the city sensing only a single presence therefore providing only a little light. Shadows danced across the walls but other than that Elizabeth saw no one.

Taking a deep breath she carried on stopping again when she heard footsteps. Turning back she called, "Hello? Is anyone there?"

When she received no answer Elizabeth gripped her palmtop tightly and strolled quickly toward the medical bay still feeling watched. Stopping outside the doors she took another deep breath before entering, determined not to act like she had the last time.

Upon entering the room Elizabeth smiled in relief as light engulfed her and she saw the cheery face of Dr Beckett.

"Dr Weir." He greeted pausing as he examined her face. "You look a little flustered lass, is everything okay?"

Thinking over his question Elizabeth eventually shook her head. "No Carson. Everything is fine."

Watching Weir's back disappear through the doors the stalker smiled triumphantly impressed by his ability to scare someone as headstrong as her and walked quietly back to the staircase. As they began padding up the dark steps the individual thought out his next plan of action. True, Weir and her group of 'consultants' had not specifically ticked them off, but the urge to play with the leader's head was proving very enjoyable.

A/N: Please R'n'R!