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After he had left her office to have a shower and change his clothes, Elizabeth returned to the infirmary to see the children. The knowledge that no one wanted them, that no one cared for them broke her heart.

"Ah, Elizabeth." Carson´s voice greeted her over the screaming that was coming from the behind closed curtain. "I was just about to contact you. The girls are awake and quite upset as you can hear."

She pulled the curtain open, seeing both girls sitting on the bed crying, large tears rolling down on their cheeks. Unsure what to do she moved closer, surprised as two pairs of little arms reached for her. Picking up the smaller girl in her arms, she sat on the bed, wrapping her other arm around the older one, pulling her close against her side.

The crying changed to sniffles as the girls sat stiff and unmoving next to her. Elizabeth looked at Carson. "What do I do know?"

"You could give them a bath." The doctor answered smiling.

And fifteen minutes later when John walked down into the infirmary, he could hear happy shrieking coming from behind the closed curtain. "What´s going on?"

"The orphan girls you brought through the gate are having a bath." One of the nurses smiled and nodded her head toward the far corner where the curtain covered the small area. "Go and have a look."

He wasn´t surprise to see the two girls sitting in the tub someone had brought them, splashing water around, giggling happily at the bubbles that surrounded them. What surprised him was the sight of Elizabeth Weir kneeling next to the tub, supporting the smaller girl as her little hands splashed the water.

"You three seem to enjoy the bath." He said casually from behind her and she turned her head surprised.

"Well, these two certainly are." She replied and used the back of her hand push the lock of dark hair back behind her ear.

He kneeled down next to her, reaching to wipe some soap trace away from her face that her wet hand had left there. She sighed softly at the feel of his fingers lingering against her cheek longer than intended.

"You need help?" He asked after pulling his hand away and breaking the eye contact.

She gladly let him lift the other toddler from the tub and dry her with a large, soft towel that one of the nurses had brought them. She lifted the smaller girl in her lap, wrapping a similar towel around her small body.

"We need diapers." She said as she dried the girl off. "And some clean clothes for them."

As if on cue, Teyla pulled the curtain aside, placing a pile of children's clothes and some diapers the Athosians used for their babies on the bed.

"I hope these are fine, colonel." She said, smiling at the girls who stared at her seriously.

"These are fine. Thanks, Teyla." John replied.

"I will try to find some more tomorrow when I am going to the mainland."

"Thank you, Teyla." Elizabeth looked up from the little girl and smiled to the other woman as she left.

"I asked around a little." John said as he gave the clothes to Elizabeth. "No one knows the girls´ names. We should name them."

She smiled at his suggestion. "You have something in your mind already, colonel."

"Me? No. I really haven´t thought about kids name, like ever."

"Really?" She finished with dressing the girl and lifted her in her arms.

"And you apparently have."

"Of course I have."

"Tell me."

"I´m not sure if it´s my right to name them."

"And why not?" He asked softly as he tried to finish dressing the older girl.

She didn´t reply. She didn´t know. Watching a little while as he struggled with the girl´s shirt, she offered to help. "Here, take her and I´ll dress her up."

He took the smaller girl in his arms and tickled her little, making the girl giggle happily. "What should we call you, angel?"

"Well, a bath did good to you two, didn´t it?" Carson said as he came closer and saw the clean and now dressed girls. He then turned to look at Elizabeth. "I got their test results back. Everything´s just fine. They are two perfectly healthy little girls."

"Well, that´s good to hear." She replied smiling, unconsciously hugging the girl a little tighter.

"Any idea how old they are?" John asked.

"I can´t say for sure, but I´m guessing that she´s maybe two." He nodded toward the girl in Elizabeth´s arms. "And the little one is maybe a year old."

Carson had prepared a bed for the girls to share for the night in the infirmary. "This is just temporary." He told them as Elizabeth tucked the sleepy girls under the covers. "We need to find someone to take care of them. They can´t be staying here forever."

"We´ll ask around." John promised glancing at Elizabeth as she stood by the bed, watching the girls fall to sleep. "Come on, Liz." He said softly, the nickname he only rarely used slipping from his lips.

They headed into the mess hall, grabbing some coffee and something to eat. "We really should think about those names." John took a sip of his coffee.

She hesitated. "I don´t know."

"Oh, come on, Lizzie." He grinned at her glare.

"Don´t call me that."

He emptied his cup and stood up, still grinning at her mock angry look. "I´ll meet you in your office in an hour. That´s enough time for you to finish your paper work and take a quick shower?"

She only nodded and brought the cup on her lips, sipping her coffee. He knew her too well. Her clothes were damp after bathing the girls and she longed for a hot shower and clean, dry clothes.

And exactly one hour later she found him leaning against the doorframe of her office, arms crossed, pleased smile on his lips. When she lifted her eyes from the papers she had been reading, he walked in the office and sat down on the couch, patting the seat next to him.

"I won´t bite." He promised when she didn´t move. "Unless you want me to, that is."

"You´re such a kid, you know that." She sighed, trying to ignore the boyish smile on his face. But she left her chair and walked around her desk to join him on the comfortable couch.

"So, have you thought anything?" He asked, shifting his body a little to see her better.

"Have you?"

"I have some ideas."

"Like?"

"Well, I like Katie, but I once had a girlfriend named Katie so..."

"If you are eliminating all your ex-girlfriends´ names, your list is gonna be pretty short, Sheppard." She kept looking at the note book in her hands and bit her lower lip for keeping herself smiling.

"I´m hurt, Lizzie." He ignored the glare she gave him for using the nickname again.

The darkness fell outside as they sat on the couch of her office, thinking of proper names for the two orphan children who were sleeping peacefully in the infirmary.

And sometime during the late hours, she had moved closer to him, and her head was resting against his shoulder as she slept. He sat still for a moment, enjoying the feel of her warm body so close to his. Gently he shook her awake, not wanting to leave her to sleep alone in her office.

"Let´s go to bed." He whispered softly at her as she slowly opened her eyes.

"You wish, colonel." Came her sleepy respond and he grinned as he helped her up and walked her into her quarters. Just to see she got in safely before heading down the hallway into his.

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