A/N: Thank you to all my reviewers! I love getting those words of encouragement! Sorry it has taken so long to update, but my CPU is being a drenbutt!
The clone lay there, staring up at the ceiling. She remembered something like that. The day she was born. Waking up in a place like this.
Lights, sounds, smells. All unfamiliar to her, all extremely interesting. Slowly, everything came together into images. She was laying on something…something sparked in her memory…it was called a bed, pallet, mat, sleeping device. And looking up, she saw the face of a man. He was smiling. "Hello. My name is Mithos." She tilted her head slightly, curiosity in her eyes. It took a moment to recover what she needed to speak. "H-Hello. Mithos." He smiled, helping her sit up. She looked around. She was laying in a bed, in a room. Along, in organized rows were other beds, just like hers. She looked back to the man. "Mithos, What is my name?" He put a hand on her shoulder. Her brain registered immediately the touch as warmth, and a sign of friendship. This made her smile. "Your name, Is Elizabeth Weir. But El, for short." He told her. "And you are special." She gave another curious head cock. "Why? Aren't we all special? Every single person?" he gave a little nod, standing up again. "Yes, everyone is El. But you are extremely special. Different than the others. When I graft in your memories, you will understand more. But remember one thing. Your name is Elizabeth Weir. That one thing."
El sat there, now freed of her restraints by the woman in the red shirt from earlier. El just sat there, bringing her knees to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs. She liked that position, she felt protected. El didn't know why, it was probably some of that personality chip, but right now, she didn't care. The woman was still standing there, examining her. But what was in for the clone now? Mithos was probably dead or getting that way, Yeishmil was out to get her, and she was in a strange place with different people. The emotions finally overwhelmed her, making her do the one thing she had only done once before; El put her head down and cried. Sure it didn't help matters, it made her feel better.
Suprisingly, El felt someone embrace her in a hug. Suprisingly again, it was the woman in the red shirt. Elizabeth slowly stroked the clone's short braided hair. "It's fine. Nothing's wrong. You are fine." She murmured. El looked up into a face not unlike her own. "Who are you?" Elizabeth smiled. "Doctor Elizabeth Weir." El's eyebrows shot up. "You? You're, the original." Elizabeth nodded, sitting next to the girl.
Carson had already left to do paperwork, but John stayed at the back of the room, watching Elizabeth speak to the clone. He watched her embrace the girl, stroking her hair, speaking words of encouragement. She was good at what she did. The clone sat up, speaking to the doctor. The very sexy doctor. Wait a sec, back up. WHAT THE HELL? Did you just call Elizabe-No, Doctor Weir, SEXY? Well, that's going straight onto the Atlas of Roads NOT To Go Down. He should not, COULD NOT think of the leader of Atlantis like that. At least...not now…
A/N: Okay, sorry this was so short! But I had to get it out of my head, so I could lay down the plot!