A/N: I decided to split the prologue even further. Sorry for the wait. I had to try and figure out a way for John to mess up Weir's name.
After the Party
John was completely drunk. He had no clue what he was doing. When he went to the bathroom, instead of peeing in the toilet, he peed on the floor. On top of that, on his way out, he still flushed the toilet.
He walked over to his computer and checked his mail. Weir sent him another mail. John opened it and started to read.
"Dear John, I was very sorry to hear about your lady woman Teyla dumping you. Since you no longer have a girlfriend, maybe I can come to America and we can get to know each other. Perhaps we could 'zussamen," the mail said.
"Zussamen? What the fuck is a zussamen?" John asked himself.
He reached into his desk and pulled out his German dictionary. Finding zussamen, he read the definition: to arrange a meeting. John freaked out. He moved away from his computer and started talking to himself.
"No, no, no, no. Carson was right. This guy wants to have sex with me," John was seriously freaked out now. He never thought this would happen to him.
John sat back down and started quickly typing his response, without thinking about what he was doing.
Dear Weir, I don't want to arrange any meetings with you, you sick German freak. So please keep your hands off my genitals, never write me again, and never come to America
He hit send and turned off the monitor. Then he went and fell asleep on his bed without changing out of his clothes. He woke up to find drool all over his face. He also had a massive headache.
"I'm never drinking again," John said to himself.
He sat up and saw his brother sitting at his computer.
"What are you doing?" he asked.
"Reading you email," came the response.
"Don't do that. Why are you wearing my bathrobe?" John had noticed that his brother had been sitting there in his black bathrobe.
"Oh, I'm sorry, but someone pissed all over mine last night," he said, looking at John, "Wow, I can't believe this German chick wants to come here and hook up with you."
Now, John was confused. "Weir's a guy," he told his brother.
His brother laughed at him.
"No, it says right here 'trauriges madchen,' I was a sad girl to hear about Teyla," his brother pointed out to him.
John looked at the screen, still not believing his brother. He went to his dresser, and pulled something out.
"Come here," he told his brother. "See? That's a picture of Weir, and that's his cute cousin Lindsey," John said when his brother came over, pointing to the man and woman, respectively on the picture while saying the names.
"No, that's Weir," his brother said pointing to the woman, "They introduce themselves by their last names first. Her name is Elizabeth Weir, not Weir Elizabeth like you thought, and that's Jan Lindsey, not Lindsey Jan, retard."
His brother walked out of John's room laughing when he saw that John had made a mistake. John ran over to his computer, hoping to send another email, explaining himself to Elizabeth. When he tried to send it, he got a message back saying that he had been blocked.
As he was freaking out, Carson walked into the room. He saw John pacing and knew something was wrong.
"Hey, what's going on?" he asked.
"I'm in love with my pen pal," John started, "I'm in love with Weir."
Carson, not knowing that Weir was actually Elizabeth and a girl, took that to mean that John was gay and in love with a guy. He went over to John and patted him on his back.
"You know what? I was expecting this," he started, "Frankly, I'm flattered you picked me to come out to first, and don't worry about telling your folks..." he was cut off by John.
"No, you idiot, Weir is a girl. Her full name is Elizabeth Weir. Come here," John pulled the picture out again.
"Wow, who's the hot chick?" Carson said, eyeing the woman on the photograph.
"That's Weir," John said, "I mean Elizabeth."
Carson was seriously shocked. He would never have imagined something like that to happen.
"That's who you've been writing all this time?" Carson asked, completely surprised.
"Yea, until last night, when I took your advice," John started yelling at Carson, "And told her to keep her 'hands off my genitals' and to leave me alone."
He continued to pace around the room, trying to figure out what to do to fix his problem. Carson watched his friend, also trying to come up with a solution.
"Given what we know now, that seems like the exact opposite of what you want," Carson said, trying to lighten the mood with a joke.
"God, this is a total disaster," John said, sitting down on his bed and put his face in his hands.
"Oh come on, it's not that bad," Carson sat down on the bed next to John, "though she is really hot."
"You're not listening," John told Carson, "I don't even care what she looks like, Elizabeth and I had this incredible bond. I told her things I couldn't even tell you," he finished.
Carson was saddened to hear that his friend felt that he couldn't tell him everything.
"Like what?" he asked John.
"Huh? Oh, nothing. It's a figure of speech," John said.
"You like me better right?" Carson asked wanting to make sure he hadn't lost his friend.
John stood up. He turned to face Carson, who was still sitting on the bed, and started talking again.
"This girl is not only smart and funny, and stunningly beautiful," he started, "But until I screwed up, she wanted to come to all the way to America, just to be with me."
"So then do something about it," Carson said.
John looked at his friend and said, "What can I do? She blocked her email account. The only thing I know is that she lives in Berlin."
Carson stood up and looked at John.
"So then go to Berlin," he said, looking at his friend like he couldn't believe John hadn't come up with that as a solution.
"I can't just go to Berlin, Carson," John said, exasperated.
"Why not?" Carson asked, wanting to know John's reasons.
"I just can't. I'm supposed to stay here and get training this summer. It will help me later on when I go and become a pilot for the air force," John replied.
"Oh, Jesus, John. Teyla was right," Carson started, "You are so predictable."
John stood there for a while, contemplating what Carson had said. He realized that Carson was right. He really was too predictable and he needed to do something to change it. He made up his mind.
"That's it. I'm going to Germany," he told Carson.
Carson beamed and walked closer to John.
"No," he started, "We're going to Germany."
"How are we going to get to Germany?" John asked him.
"Don't worry about it. I have it covered," Carson assured John.
The two of them spent the rest of the day packing their stuff, trying to get it to fit into two backpacks. Carson had told John that they wouldn't be there that long and could always just buy whatever they needed.
In the morning, they headed to the airport. They called a cab, not wanting to pay the high long term parking fees. On their way to the airport, they talked about how they were going to go about finding Elizabeth. When they finally got there, John discovered Carson's plan of getting them to Germany.
"We're going to be couriers?" John asked Carson, looking at him quizzically.
"Best way to fly cheap," Carson said to him, "We just have to carry their packages, and then drop them off when we get there."
Just then, the lady at the counter came back. She had been in the back, checking to see if they had any packages for Germany.
"I'm sorry. I don't have anything to Germany for a week," she told them, "but I can get you to London today for $83.78."
John was disappointed.
"Do you have anything else?" he asked her, hoping to get closer to Germany.
Carson pulled him aside to talk to him.
"Europe is the size of Eastwood mall. We can walk to Berlin from there," he said.
"Carson, England is an island," John told his friend.
"Fine, we'll swim. Whatever," he turned back to the lady and said, "We'll take it."
John gave her the money and the lady handed them their tickets and the packages that they had to take with them. They went to the gate, handed them their tickets, and went and sat down. Once they were sitting, John turned to Carson.
John tapped his friends arm, "Hey, thanks again for coming with me, I know you had that internship at the hospital this summer," he told Carson.
"Well, forget the hospital," Carson started, "And don't thank me. I should be thanking you. This trip is an once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me to broaden my sexual horizons," he stated.
John looked at his friend in wonder, "What are you talking about?"
Carson looked back at him, "I'm talking about crazy European sex."
Oh ok, that explains it, John thought. "Ah okay."
Now it was Carson's turn to explain to John what he meant.
"You do know America was founded by prudes," he started, looking at John, "Prudes who left Europe because they hated all the kinky, steamy sex that was going on."
When John didn't answer, Carson continued.
"And now, I, Carson Beckett, will return to the land of my perverted forefathers and claim my birth right," he sat back in the seat, "which is a series of erotic and sexually challenging adventure."
John looked at Carson in amusement, "You've really thought a lot about this, haven't you?"
Carson looked at him with determination in his eyes, "It's my passion."
John shook his head at his friend's statement and leaned back in the chair. He hadn't really expected anything less from him, but it was still amusing to hear Carson talk about sex like that.
They spent the plane trip taking some more about how they would get from England to Berlin, watching movies, and sleeping. Carson had still been intent on finding some girl when they landed and having sex with her. John just wanted to get to Elizabeth and tell her he loved her.
To be continued...
A/N: Well that's the end of the prologue explaining why they are going to Europe. From here on out, all the new chapters will be the different countries they visit, starting with London. They will be longer and, therefore, might take longer to be posted.