Disclaimer: I don't own Stargate Atlantis or its characters…

Author's note: I'm not sure if I'll keep posting this…it seems like most people lost interest. But it is one of my favourites, so I will probably keep writing it.

"Elizabeth, Bo-Bizabeth, Banana-Fana, Fo-Fizabeth, Mee-My-Mo-Mizabeth, Elizabeth!"

Oh God! What was that ringing through her head?

"Here I sit like a bird in the wilderness…

Was it singing?

"…Bird in the wilderness…"

It sounded more like a dying cat.

"…Bird in the wilderness…"

And ugh, it was only getting louder.

"…Here I sit like a bird in the wilderness…"

Make it stop!

"…Waiting for E-LIIIZ-A-BETH!"

She opened her eyes and sat up, only to spot John Sheppard sitting on an unoccupied bed not that far away, his mouth stretched wide-open as he belted out the last severely, unrecognizably, off-key notes of the camp song. She was in the infirmary…again. And again she found herself perplexed beyond reason as the events that led up to her current situation flooded back into her conscious mind. She remembered having dragged Rodney to the lab, and fiddling with the device that had supposedly killed John. And it had worked! It must have because here John was serenading-if you could call it that-her in the most disturbing and insane gesture she had ever witnessed him make towards anyone.

No, wait. That wasn't right. It hadn't really worked, because no one else could see John…and she couldn't touch him either. Rodney-the creep-had called Beckett and they had dragged her back to the infirmary, excusing her behavior as coma-related, sedating her. Damn them! They'd have to listen to her now. Where was the insufferable doctor? And why wasn't anyone forcing John to cease that infernal racket!

"Stop it John!" she hissed. In all fairness to the major, all the previous thoughts had passed through Doctor Weir's mind before he had finished bellowing out the last syllable of her name. And he had only done it to wake her up. Just sitting there, waiting, knowing that she was the only one that could see or hear him, the only person he could interact with, the only one that could make him normal again had been driving him crazy.

"Sorry," he apologized, suddenly embarrassed of his behavior. He realized that he would never have done something so strange before this ordeal, especially in front of the leader of Atlantis, but being 'dead' had changed things. "I wanted to make sure you were awake."

"I'm awake, major," she informed him, a smile spreading across her face. He was alive and he was okay…well, maybe a little less sane, but had he really been in full possession of his faculties to start with? "Thank you for your concern."

"It wasn't really you I was worried about." He smiled mischievously. "Because now that you're awake, you can help me live again."

"And how exactly am I supposed to do that?" she asked, suddenly realizing that he was flirting with her…and she was flirting back. He always used to flirt with her, ever so slightly, usually in a subtle manner, but she had never really returned it. She usually would just blush and turn away, or pretend it didn't exist. She must have forgotten what it was like, how to guard herself. Or maybe she just missed him too much to care about censoring herself.

"I don't know," he returned, still smiling boyishly. "I could think of a few things…but what did you have in mind?"

This time, Elizabeth really did blush. Then she jumped as she heard her name spoken in a Scottish accent. Dr. Beckett! How much had he heard? Could he still not see John?

"Good morning, Dr. Weir," he repeated. "Are you feeling any better today?"

"Yes," she told the doctor, glancing quickly in John's direction. She smiled. He was alive and although things weren't completely back to normal, she was happy he was there…well…sort of there.

Carson thought that Elizabeth seemed well, happy even. But she had been smiling excitedly while she had yanked the IV out of her arm and ran off from the infirmary hauling Rodney with her the previous day. She had in fact, been entirely ecstatic up until the point when they had told her she was mistaken, that she was hallucinating, that she was suffering from coma-related trauma. She had been insistent that John Sheppard was alive and standing right before them. Never before had he seen someone slip so quickly into mental disarray. It was disturbing and sad, and he prayed to god that she was really better today. He thought about testing it by asking her about John, but he couldn't do that to her. She had taken the major's death so badly that it had even pushed her over the edge of a mental break. That would explain her behavior the previous day anyway, although not the coma.

"Am I allowed to leave?" Elizabeth inquired, attempting to ignore John's frantic gesturing that she should run while she still could.

"I don't really see a reason to hold ye," Dr. Beckett replied cautiously. How could he bring up the fact that he didn't think she was fit for taking her workload on again, that he wanted her to talk to Dr. Heightmeyer first? She moved to jump off the infirmary bed, and he knew he'd have to be quick in order to catch her. "That doesn't mean that you should dive back into work, Dr. Weir. Just yesterday you were still in the depths of an inexplicable coma that we still haven't determined the source of. I want you to stay in your quarters, take it easy for a few days. Maybe you should talk to Kate about what's happened."

"This doesn't sound like a recommendation, doctor," Elizabeth replied coldly, reading between the lines. She had used language in the same way to coax others into following her orders without actually seeming to give them officially. Carson looked uncomfortable at being caught. John pulled a face at the doctor.

"Told you that you should've run," John said to Elizabeth, noting her slight frustration at being circumvented. She tried to ignore him, focusing instead on Beckett. She really didn't need a repeat of yesterday; the looks of shock, the mentions of insanity, the sedatives, and those aggravatingly calm, pacifying voices.

"Uh…I guess that's because it's not, really," Carson said hesitantly. He was beginning to feel bad about their treatment of their wise and respected leader during the previous day, but "It's for you own health, Elizabeth. We just want to be sure you're alright."

She sighed noticeably. Well, they were going to need time to figure out their next move anyway. How was she supposed to convince the others to assist her in helping John? How was she even supposed to get them to believe he existed?

"Okay, Carson," Elizabeth conceded. "Tell Kate I'll be in my room."

A/N: I don't know why I'm putting this in here…but I just had to share how much I loved The Siege Pt.III…one of the local stations finally has season two and I'm excited!