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A/N Tinuviel Undomiel: There was a breif mention to the christmas party in And That's Show Business but I never completely explained what happened. Here is the explanation and I think all of you will enjoy it.

A/N Nerwen Aldarion: This is my sister's stuff, I was just there to add a few lines and for support, check out And That's Show Business for updates soon.

Story 2: The Christmas Party

A mansion in Beverly Hills was decked out in designer lights, red ribbons and a huge twenty foot Christmas tree spangled up with blinking lights and crystal ornaments. Elizabeth Weir looked at the scene with satisfaction. All of the famous stars and their current mistresses seemed to be enjoying themselves on glasses of Dom Perignon and hors d'oeuvres.

A smile crossed her face when she saw Teyla enter the room dressed in formal attire. The fellow assistant waved and crossed the room, "Hello."

"Hi," Elizabeth greeted, "You look nice."

Teyla glanced down at her blue dress, "Thanks, haven't worn this dress in years. Looks like I finally lost all of the weight I gained from my pregnancy.
"How is Tughan?"

"Fine, Charin is taking care of him tonight," Teyla surveyed the entire room, "This place looks amazing, you must have been busy."

"Very busy," she admitted, "But Adrienne wanted it perfect and whatever Adrienne wants, Adrienne gets." Elizabeth's eyes rested on her cousin who was being escorted around the room by her boyfriend and fellow actor John Sheppard, "No matter how anyone else feels."

Teyla pondered over the hidden meaning in that last part, but shrugged it off, "Well it looks great."

"Thanks," Elizabeth said. She excused herself to give the final instructions for dinner to the cook. It was a stressful argument, trying to convince the cook that another table spoon of salt would not sit well with the guests. Finally she was able to leave the kitchen and return to the party.

She escaped the balcony where she could gulp in a few breaths of fresh air and relax. "You look like you're having fun."

Elizabeth jumped when she heard the voice behind her, "John, you scared me."

"Saw that," he said, "You did a great job with the party."

"Thanks."

"Why don't you enjoy yourself?"

"Because there is no rest for the weary," she replied, "And in order to keep this party running and give everyone what they want I don't have time to relax."

"You are human you know, you can take a break."

"Oh I would love to," she admitted.

"So come on," John grabbed her arm and dragged her out of the balcony, "Have some fun, dance with Leonardo DiCaprio, I hear he's single."

"What if I don't want to dance with Leonardo DiCaprio?" she challenged.

"Then dance with me."

She froze in the doorway, wondering if she'd heard him correctly. Laughter drew her attention away from him. "Hey Sheppard," Marcus Lorne said, "Look up."

Both of them looked and Elizabeth paled when she saw the little sprig of greenery mocking at her from the ceiling. Mistletoe.

"You know the rules," Marcus happily pointed out.

"One of my favorite holiday traditions," John said. Before she could protest, he drew Elizabeth into her arms and kissed her sweetly on the mouth. Her panic melted away and was replaced by a feverish warmth that made her limbs go weak and her heart begin to pound.

John broke the kiss and gave her a smile, "Merry Christmas Elizabeth." He let go of her and walked over to Marcus who was teasing him outrageously. Elizabeth watched him with a look of longing and sadness. How many times had she dreamed of his kiss? Every time Adrienne had bragged about his touch, his lovemaking, she had fantasized about being with him herself.

"Miss Weir," the waiter's voice brought reality crashing down, "We need more wine."

"Right," Elizabeth said, "I'll take you to the wine cellar."

Hidden behind a marble pillars, supermodel Holly Wakefield took a sip of her expensive champagne and smiled. She may be a dumb blonde, but she knew desire when she saw it.

Dinner had concluded, but everyone was still milling around the mansion waiting for dessert to be served. Elizabeth had been running around the party the whole time that she had only grabbed a few bites of the meal before she had to settle yet another dispute among the staff.

The clinking of metal on crystal drew everyone's attention from their conversations to the host and hostess. "I want to thank everyone for coming," John said, "on this not so white Christmas," everyone chuckled at his joke, "you know these holidays are for spending time with those you love and I'm glad to be here doing just that," he smiled at Adrienne who smiled back, "This moment is probably the happiest and most terrifying of my life," Elizabeth and the rest of the guests looked at him now with a confused air, "But I'm just going to come out and say it," Gasps rose form the crowd as John got down on one knee in front of Adrienne, "Adrienne, will you marry me?"

Like the actress she was, Adrienne made a big show of tears welling up in her eyes and an energetic yes. Elizabeth had the urge to vomit as they kissed to seal the deal in front of all the happy guests. Holidays are times for joy, but at that moment Elizabeth had no cause to celebrate. She snagged a glass of champagne from a passing tray and downed it, then accepted another one. She never was much of a drinker but tonight she was going to get hammered. Screw the hangover that was sure to come in the morning.

Elizabeth was finishing her fourth glass when she heard Holly delivering her congratulations to John and Adrienne. "Seriously, I so like knew you two would like wind up together."

"Thank you, Holly," John said, a hint of annoyance in his voice. He could never stand the woman.

"But isn't it going to be like weird being like married to Adrienne, but like having Elizabeth like love you?"

The empty glass slipped from Elizabeth's fingers and shattered on the marble floor into a million diamond shards.

"What!" Adrienne exclaimed turning to her cousin.

All eyes focused on the woman in question now, "That's crazy," Elizabeth choked out, "I don't love him," she looked at John, "I don't love you."

"But what about that kiss?" Holly inquired.

"Kiss?" Adrienne repeated.

"We were under the mistletoe," Elizabeth explained, "It was friendly, it didn't mean anything."

"Yeah," John agreed.

"Holly doesn't know what she's talking about," Elizabeth continued.

"Oh," Adrienne said, "Okay then," she flagged down Julia Roberts, "Did you see my ring?"

The minute the spotlight was off of her, Elizabeth calmly walked out of the room until she reached the stairs then she charged up them as fast as she could. Teyla watched her flee and followed her footsteps.

Elizabeth was sitting on the floor of her bathroom with her back pressed against the bathtub and her knees drawn up to her chest as she cried.

"Elizabeth, are you all right?" Teyla asked softly as she entered the room.

"No," Elizabeth admitted, "I'm the farthest thing from all right."

"Holly was being a bit…absent minded," She said.

"That's one way to put it."

"I know it's upsetting," Teyla said, "But everyone knows that it isn't true."

Elizabeth shook her head, "That's the thing; it is true."

Her friend looked at her with astonishment, "What?"

"I love John!" Elizabeth announced, "I always have from the first moment I met him from the next minute Adrienne snatched him up till now. I saw my dreams come true when we kissed under the mistletoe then come crashing down when Holly told everyone about it. I love him and now he's engaged to Adrienne." Elizabeth looked at Teyla with red rimmed eyes, "She doesn't even care. To her he's nothing but a means to boost her career, and he worships the ground she walks on," tears splashed across her cheeks, "I wish it was me. I wish he loved me."

"Just give me a few moments to think about this," Teyla inquired, "Wow, I never knew you felt this way."

"What should I do?" Elizabeth asked.

"Well how does he feel?"

"He loves her," She replied.

Teyla shook her head sadly, "Then telling him will only make things worse."

Elizabeth nodded and rested her head against her knees and let herself cry again Teyla sat down next to her and gave her a hug, "Its okay," she whispered soothingly.

"This is what I get from falling for a famous actor," Elizabeth said, "pain and misery."

Two Years Later

Elizabeth was standing in John's hotel room in New Zealand as he stared at her with a combination of anger and hurt in his eyes. She couldn't believe it had come to this. After her secret almost being exposed at the Christmas party, she'd endured catching Adrienne with Nikolas Karov, tricking her cousin into doing a movie with her ex fiancé, throwing a suitcase in John's face, nearly being raped my a drunk then being rescued by John and enjoying a wonderful dinner with him, now she was forced to face the possibility of losing him before she ever really had him. Was fate out to get her? Was that why he had overheard her and Teyla discussing their latest mission to fooling the public into believing that John and Adrienne had a chance.

"Rodney and Radek called me and Teyla up, begging us to help you save your career," she explained, "I was just trying to help.

"Yeah you did a great job of that," he replied sardonically.

Now she was angry. She had been doing all of this for him. If she had her way none of this would ever have happened. Besides, he didn't have to play along, "You didn't have to ask her out!"

"Isn't that what you wanted!"

Emotions took control now, making her forget the consequences that Teyla and she had discussed two years ago, "No, it was the last thing I wanted!" she exclaimed, "I never wanted you and Adrienne…"Years of hiding the pain inside burst out, "It should have been me! I saw you first, not her! You asked me out first! And then you chose her over me." Tears stung at her eyes ad she remembered the years of silence, but she blinked the away, "I sat on the sidelines and watched for five years as she twisted you around her finger, making you believe that she loved you. Now you know the truth, but she's still all you can see."

Tired of this argument and ready for a good cry, Elizabeth tried to head for the door, but John cut her off, "If she's all I can see then why can't I get you out of my head! Why can't I stop thinking about that kiss?" A soft look entered his eyes as well as a powerful need to show her what he wanted, "Why can't I keep myself from doing this?"

John grabbed her by the waist and pulled her in close. Instinct told her to fight and so she did, but he countered it by grabbing both of her wrists and securing them behind her back. His lips fell on hers brutally as his self control completely broke; then it turned tender and slow. His fingers released their iron grip and he placed them on either side of her face to hold her there.

A storm of emotions was brewing within her, emotions she'd been too afraid to show before. Winding her fingers in his hair, Elizabeth returned the kiss as passionately as his.

His lip, moved away from her mouth and trailed down to her neck, "Oh God," she gasped.

John's hands traced every curve of her body until they found the hem of her shirt, "This is what I want," he told her, "Tell me you want this too."

"More than anything," she confessed as he slid the top over her body and over her head to drop it on the floor.

They made love for several hours before collapsing on the bed. John pulled her onto his chest and she was happy to comply. Elizabeth laid her head over his heart and listened to its fast paced beat from their recent activities.

That heartbeat proved that she wasn't dreaming again, that this time it was real. His fingers roamed softly up and down her back and she smiled sleepily. She felt him press a kiss into her hair before she drifted off into the shadows of sleep.

Sometimes falling for a famous actor doesn't end in pain or misery.

Finished

A/N: I hope all of you enjoyed these flashbacks, please review. And That's Show Business will be updated soon.