AN: i don't own anything ya-da-ya. this little plot bunny hit me after reading the Cecila Ahern book. reviews please?
John sighed and pulled out the sheets of crumpled paper from his pocket. He really hated these negotiation missions, often leaving them to another team or Teyla to handle, but the Athosian was on the mainland and no one else available. He quickly reread the notes, trying to memorise exactly what Elizabeth had written, and walked into the village hall.
No pressure, but we really need this food! You'll be fine, don't worry. Elizabeth.
He folded the paper up, and noticed another message on the back. As he read it he broke into a huge grin.
P.S. I love you.