Hehe, thought Elizabeth deserved some attention for once!
John quickened his pace to a fast jog, aiming to arrive only 5 minutes late today. He rounded the corner, already smiling at the thought of Rodney's annoyance. She wasn't there. The smile faded,
"Where's Li- Weir?" He corrected himself.
"She has not appeared. I'm sure she has just been delayed by a member of the crew." Teyla reassured him.
"mm." John replied, sitting down in his chair. "just not like her to be late"
"How would you know? You're never here on time" Rodney began.
"Leave it out Mackay." John replied, not feeling up to bickering this morning
Rodney looked surprised, before his attention was caught by the laptop screen in front of him. John began tapping impatiently with a pen, oblivious to the looks of annoyance he was getting from the rest of the team. He kept tapping it, staring in to the distance.
"Major Sheppard…?" Ronon began. John hadn't heard. Ronon, his patience stretched to its short limits lunged out and took the pen from his fingers.
"Hey!" Sheppard began, startled.
"A tad annoying laddy" Carson nodded. John rolled his eyes. "Where was Elizabeth"
Ten minutes passed.
"I'll go find her" John said, standing up.
"Major, I'm sure…" began Teyla
"She's never late" he cut her off, disappearing out of the room. John was in a bad mood now, he ran full pelt down the corridor, letting off steam. He slowed down at the end, though not soon enough to avoid the technician who had tuned in to the corridor. He collided with her, sending her flying.
"God, I'm sorry" he apologised, extending a hand to pull her up.
"Err, no problem" she replied, dusting herself off.
"Sure you're ok?"
"Fine thank you. I'm sure what ever your doing is far more important."
"Huh?"
"Well, you're running like you've got a wraith at your heels"
"Oh, yeah…." He drifted off. "Sorry again" he finished, and walked away. "Why was he running so fast? Why did he care when she was a few minutes late?" He sighed; what was the point in pretending he didn't know.
A few minutes later, he had not found her in any of the conference rooms or labs. She's overslept he concluded, and headed towards her bedroom. Knocking on the same bedroom door he'd shut just 3 hours ago, he felt guilty. Maybe he should let her sleep. No, she'd be annoyed with him for letting her miss the meeting. Reluctantly he knocked harder. No reply.
"Hey, Weir!" he shouted. Still no reply. John frowned, concerned.
"Liz?" Still nothing. He slid open the door and stepped inside. The small figure of Elizabeth lay under the white sheets. John walked over quietly, knocking over a lamp, sending it crashing to the ground; "she's one hell of a heavy sleeper…"he smiled. She hadn't even stirred. John lent over, pushing the hair out of her eyes.
"Shit!" he cried out. Her eyes were wide open, staring straight ahead, though apparently fast asleep.
"Liz, what the hell?" he murmured. He sat on the corner of the bed, watching her sleep. Her short sharp breaths came slowly, barely breathing at all. Shaking her shoulders slightly, he tried to wake her. "Liz, c'mon". She didn't move. John touched her face, willing her to wake. Still nothing, though her eyes remained open, staring. He was scared now.
"Beckett, something's wrong with Elizabeth" he spoke urgently in to his radio. A reply came back almost instantly.
"Where are you Sheppard?"
"In her room, she's just… staring"
"Ok, bring her to the hospital bay, I'll meet you there" John pushed back the sheets and picked up her limp body in his arms. Her eyes closed slightly.
"It's ok, you're going to be fine" he whispered, running as fast as he could towards the hospital.
