Just Married

Summary: It was supposed to be just your average alien celebration… only by morning John Sheppard will be waking up a married man to none other than Doctor Elizabeth Weir.

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Part Two "Newlyweds and Big Beds"

'It's just for a few days,' Elizabeth reminded herself, watching across the lake as John emerged from the water, his swimming shorts hanging low across his waste. Shatish had taken her and Sheppard's team to the river not far from their village so they could enjoy the cool water on such a hot day. Apparently it was what her people enjoyed doing each day, but Elizabeth was sure anymore of this and she'd go out of her mind. Couldn't he at least wear a T-shirt! Although she supposed she was no better in the outfit they'd given her to swim in, if you could even call it that! The two-piece bathing suit was meant only to cover the things not meant to be shown and nothing else. The strong fibered silk-like material clung to her almost as well as a bathing suit. It was a beautiful green, with blue flowers to decorate the piece of clothing, very beautiful, but not nearly the style she would normally wear. What worried her more was the strange looks she was receiving from Rodney and Ronan.

Elizabeth sighed as John jumped back into the river and began swimming toward her. "Are you going to sit there the entire time we're here, Mrs. Sheppard?" he teased, seemingly enjoying their predicament. Doctor Weir glared at the man before her, forcefully shoving the thought of smothering him with a pillow later when they retired for the evening. She would never understand this man.

"John, keep it up and I'll be sure to give Caldwell you're job after we get back."

John frowned, giving her his best wounded look. "Is that they way you should be talking to your husband, Elizabeth? The love of your life?"

She was beginning to understand why none of the woman John had 'been with' ever came back for a visit. "I'm sure Caldwell would love the job… after all, he and I have been getting along rather well. It may just work out. Besides, he'd certainly be a lot easier to work with. And HE actually follows orders."

"Not to mention better hair," Rodney added with a grin.

"Does he even HAVE hair?" John asked, folding his arms as he stood in the middle of the river.

"At least he knows what a comb looks like!" McKay shot back.

"I may not know what a comb looks like, but I do know what shooting a guy looks like, want me to show you?"

"John! Rodney! We are here to relax," Elizabeth told them, finally cutting off their bickering.

Rodney frowned, going back to eating his sandwich while John looked back at Elizabeth. "The water's great Elizabeth! You'll relax real easy if you join me."

"Somehow I doubt that, Colonel Sheppard." How could he get over what they'd learned that morning so quickly? They'd woken up in bed together lacking their clothing, for god's sake! They were married! How could he joke about it? Ignore what it meant so easily? Was she the only one still disturbed about what had happened?

"Never had any complaints before!" he joked.

Elizabeth rolled her eyes, noticing the hopeful look Rodney gave her as she reluctantly pulled the blanket from over her legs. It was useless to fight him. Slowly she walked towards the water, and noticed suddenly the surprised look John was giving her. She'd been using that blanket to cover her self the entire time, uncomfortable with the lack onf modesty. When she finally reached him she raised an eyebrow at his distracted look. "You there, John Sheppard?"

Finally John shook himself, clearing his throat. "Nice bathing suit."

The compliment made her smirk as she realized what he was thinking about. "Why thank you, Colonel Sheppard, but umm… I'm actually up here."

Finally John looked up at her, blushing. "Just admiring the detail," he assured her.

John Sheppard blushing? That was new. "I'm sure you were," Elizabeth muttered as she sunk lower, enjoying the cool water. Finally she took a breath of air and went under, swimming away from John a bit. Slowly she put her feet back on the ground and emerged from the water, moving her hair from her face.

John seemed to have recovered as his usual smirk returned. He was staring at her. "Enjoying yourself yet?"

It seemed forgetting about the whole morning was a lot easier by this point. They didn't even know what really happened! They had both assumed what two people naked in bed would mean, but the truth was they didn't know. They didn't know what happened, or if anything happened. They could have fallen asleep before anything could happen! Or maybe they'd been hot! 'I'm sure we were,' a voice in her mind muttered. Elizabeth pushed the voice to the back of her mind and turned away from John, swimming even farther away. Either way, whatever they did, it wasn't right. It couldn't happen again and Elizabeth would see that it didn't. She was not gonna be the next woman to reach John Sheppard's list of conquests. She could see how he looked at her, how he'd been looking at her. Sometimes it seemed like he just cared for her as a friend, but there were times when she could see it in his eyes. It usually happened when her life had just been in danger and everything was finally over. He would look at her with something almost stronger than desire. Although what it was she couldn't be sure, part of her didn't really want to know.

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She'd felt better after she'd changed back into her regular clothes. Rodney had stopped staring at her. Ronan was no longer intermittently staring at her. And John had stopped 'admiring the detail.' The sun had already set over the horizon and the group had finally reached home. An interesting end to a horrible day. Elizabeth walked to her 'new' house/room, when she noticed John following her. 'Of course he is, Elizabeth, he sleeps here too now.'

Doctor Weir opened the door and walked into the room, unable to not notice the huge bed sitting against the opposite wall, almost in the middle of the room. This could be a problem. Elizabeth turned to look at John, and noticed his own hesitation. "I'll take the floor."

"Elizabeth, no, I can't let you do that. You know you're back won't do well in that condition. And what if you hurt your knee? I'll take the floor."

"And irritate the hip you almost broke on your last mission?"

"I can handle it."

"So can I."

"Elizabeth! I can take the floor! It's really no problem!"

"John, you know Doctor Beckett said for you to take it easy on that hip. You're still healing. I'll be just fine."

Sheppard frowned, running a hand through his hair, obviously frustrated. "Fine, why don't we just both take the bed?"

"Excuse me?"

"We're both adults here, Elizabeth. It's really not a big deal. We're just gonna be sleeping on it, whether we're beside each other during that time is nothing."

She had to admit he had a point. Stupid point. She really did not need this. With everything that had gone on between them, she wasn't sure she wanted to find herself in bed with him once again. 'What a great way to end the day,' the voice muttered sarcastically. She couldn't agree more. "Okay fine, we'll both take the bed." Elizabeth slowly walked to the bed, sitting on it to take off her shoes. That was about the only thing she was willing to take off with him in the room, but it would have to do. Every single time she went off world SOMETHING had to go wrong. Oh sure, it wasn't always people shooting at her, but if something could go wrong, it usually did. Of course the only team she went off-world with was Sheppard's team. That would certainly explain it. His team had a record for getting themselves into trouble more often than not. She just wished their bad luck would stop rubbing off on her every time she felt like going through the gate to negotiate and the such.

Elizabeth turned around, getting off the bed to take off her jacket when she saw him. His backed was turned away from her as he folded his pants and put them to the side, leaving him only in boxers. The man was insane! What the hell was he doing! When he started to turn around, Elizabeth quickly looked down and moved the covers up so she could get into bed. "You're really gonna wear all that to bed?" John asked a look of surprise on his face.

"That's right," she said firmly, trying to look into his eyes rather than let her own eyes do some 'admiring' of her own. Finally Elizabeth turned on her side, facing away from him. This could only get worse… she was sure of it.

She could feel the bed dip as he climbed into bed beside her, pulling the covers over him. "You gonna hog all the covers now?"

Elizabeth frowned, rolling her eyes and she gave him more. "Satisfied?"

"Very."

"Glad to hear it."

"Good night, Elizabeth," he finally said after a few minutes.

"Good night, John."

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She knew something was different, but wasn't really interested enough to figure out what. All she knew was that it was warm and comfortable. She could feel something across her belly, while something else lay on her chest, but that was about all she could feel… and maybe the other thing over one of her legs. Still, it was rather comforting. Slowly she became more and more conscious of where she was, and suddenly the fuzzy dream faded as she noticed her surroundings, as well as the body lying somewhat on top of her.

'This is not happening… PLEASE let this not be happening!' That explained the very 'interesting' dream she'd just had… nothing she really wanted to rehash…. She needed to get him off her. This wasn't right… but good god! His hand had somehow found skin in the night and now rested on her belly, while his head lie on her left breast. She was SO sleeping on the floor next time. "Uhhhh John? John… John?"

Sheppard groaned, snuggling against her chest, still fast asleep. Okay… now what? She was starting to feel weird, her body reacting to the other lying half over her. She wasn't sure she could deal with this… no she was SURE she couldn't deal with this. Elizabeth slowly moved a hand to his head to push him off, only her hand seemed to have different plans as she stroked his scalp softly… lovingly. He was rather cute when he slept. 'Focus Elizabeth! He's on top of you for god's sake!' Right, focus… suddenly the hand began to inch down her belly.

"Okay! John, you have to get up!" she shouted, using her body to push him off… which only seemed to make things harder for herself as his hand dropped to her crotch. 'Why me?' How could he sleep so soundly? Nothing seemed to wake him up!

Suddenly the alarm clock he'd brought along with him came to life, a soft ringing filling the air and John's head shot up. THAT woke him up? She'd been pushing, shoving, and yelling and THAT woke him up? When he became more aware of things, he noticed the hand on her crotch and quickly snatched it away, noticing her disturbed look. "Did I-"

"Kinda…."

"Umm… so my head was on your-"

"Yeah…."

John blushed again, looking away. "Sorry about that. Maybe next time we should set up barriers."

"Sounds like a plan," she muttered, sitting up slowly. 'A really, really, REALLY good plan.'

"So… morning."

"Morning," she said back, getting out of bed. This planet sucked….

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"So! How did you two sleep?" Rodney asked with an innocent grin.

Elizabeth frowned, taking a small step away from John. "I ah… slept just fine, Rodney," she told him, trying not to glance back at Sheppard, blushing as she thought back to their positions once she'd woken up… as well as their positions once he woke up….

"I actually slept rather well," John answered a thoughtful look on his face as she finally looked over at him. He almost looked confused, as he seemed to try and figure it out. Finally he blushed, clearing his throat as he looked down.

Awkward….

McKay seemed to notice and raised an eyebrow, looking at them both. "You guys alright?"

"Of course we are, Rodney… just still a bit groggy. It was rather late when we got to sleep."

Suddenly a grin appeared on his face and Elizabeth immediately knew she'd said something wrong. "Newlyweds… when do they ever sleep anyway huh? Glad you two had a good night," he remarked, unable to keep a straight face as he walked away.

"Can I kill him?"

"Afraid not."

"I could always make it look like an accident," John offered eagerly.

"I'll think about it," she muttered, glaring at Rodney's retreating form as she walked away. She was never leaving Atlantis again.

TBC….