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Chapter 2:
As Elizabeth walked into the mess hall, all she could think of was the night before. Having sex dreams that included her chief military officier were not a good sign, and Elizabeth had quickly decided, after getting over the initial shock, that she would completely forget what happened. John who?
"Hey you!" John said cheerfully from his table placed nearby. He took her gulp from his mug. "Once you got your breakfast, come hither and we can discuss something other than work." He grinned.
Elizabeth gave him a tight smile. "Sure." Crap! Okay, breathe...it's just breakfast, you and John have breakfast all the time, Elizabeth panicked as she made up her bowl of cereal, grabbed an apple and set them both on the tray. You are a world-renowned negotiator with a perfect poker face and... this will be easy. Elizabeth took a deep breath before taking a seat opposite John's.
He smiled as she sat down and took a bite of his toast. "So, other than work, which I refuse to discuss, what shall we talk about?"
Well, there was this dream I had involving you, me and very little clothing. "Whatever you want to talk about."
John grinned and waved his toast at her. "I knew you wouldn't be able to think of anything but work." His expression sombred slightly. "You need to relax."
Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "I can relax."
"Whatever you say." John replied, completely unconvinced. "I saw you at 1am doing reports in your office? You need to unwind."
Elizabeth took a moment to admire how alike her 'dream-Sheppard' was to the real thing; at some point he had also given her the same order. Of course, now the innuendo was not attached with it. She smirked. "More importantly, what were you doing up at 1am?"
John narrowed his eyes, shook his head and leant back in his chair. "Hell, no, you are not turning this one on me...I was at movie night, like half the expedition. Something that you, yourself, had suggested we all go to!" John grinned in triumph, daring Elizabeth to contradict him.
Smug bastard, Earth is full of hunky movie stars and I choose to dream about this flyboy! Elizabeth gave him another tight smile, at this point she would have already thought of a quick comeback, but none had come to mind. Especially when she had already dreamt up the man opposite her naked.
The issue was, why? Why John Sheppard? Elizabeth definitely found him attractive, like the rest of the women in the city, but she had already excepted that on day one. John just had good looks, a confidence and a slightly quirky personality that made him appealing to the opposite sex, which was fair enough. But even though Elizabeth had always found John attractive, she had never thought that she was attracted to him.
He was her military commander after all but, over time, he had also become her best friend on Atlantis, her best friend...frankly, anywhere. Over the last few years, she had slowly confided him on most things, professsional and personal, and had spent many out of work hours with him. He had taught her to play golf, and she had...well, she'd given him a haircut on more than one occasion.
And he always looked out for her wellbeing. He would drag her to the mess hall if she skipped meals and kidnap her and take her to the mainland if she pulled an all-nighter. But even though she feigned annoyance, she secrelt loved the fact that he...cared. The point was that she liked doing stuff with him, but God not that sort of stuff,...she just enjoyed being with him.
However, why she was dreaming about him was just beyond her. Maybe it was her subconscious trying to tell her something.
Elizabeth fazed out of her musings to find John staring at her intently, assuming he was just waiting for a response, she gave an awkward laugh. "What can I say, Indiana Jones doesn't particularly thrill me."
John continued to stare at her for a couple more seconds before panning his eyes down and looking back up again with that easy carefree smile plastered on his face. "Well...you're crazy. Harrison Ford's the best, and this was the one with Sean Connery, so you really missed out there."
Elizabeth smiled, for the first time geniunely, her dream slightly forgotten at that moment. "Mmmm, I'd rather watch Forrest Gump."
John frowned in disgust. "You're into Tom Hanks?"
"No, no John..." She looked at him, with an adorable confusion across his face, adorable? ...Holy shit. "...apparently I'm...into someone entirely different." Elizbaeth said in realisation before glancing down, hiding her embarrassment. "Would you excuse me?"
And with that, Elizabeth left a very puzzled John Sheppard and an untouched breakfast and walked out the mess hall.
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John walked into Rodney's lab deep in thought.
"Oh John..." Rodney quickly greeted, looking up from his computer screen. "Have you seen Elizabeth?" he said in annoyance. "Because she promised she was going to translate-"
John, not listening whatsoever, interuppted his friend. "If I tell you something, do you swear you won't utter a word...to anyone." John said firmly, as he began to pace the lab.
Rodney raised an eyebrow. "Do I look like I have time for this? I just asked you a question, can you please tell-"
"It's something to do with Elizabeth." John announced, pausing in his pacing to gauge Rodney's response.
Rodney sighed and rolled his eyes. "Yes! I know, I just asked you..arrgh! Look, I'll tell you slowly so you can understand. I. need. you." Rodney pointed at John, "to. tell. me" he pointed at himself, "where. she. is."
John frowned. "What? How the hell should I know?"
"I don't know!" Rodney raised his voice, dripped with sarcasm. "Maybe because you and her are like peas and carrots and with each other all the-"
John snapped his fingers and pointed at Rodney. "Peas and carrots? That's from Forrest Gump isn't it?"
Rodney shrugged. "I don't know, and frankly, I DON'T CARE!! I just need this damn translations!!!"
John sat down on one of the lab stools. "Do we have Forest Gump here on DVD?"
Rodney eyes widened in anger. "Oh my God. Hello! Atlantis to John Sheppard! Would you stop concentrating on yourself and look at the bigger picture, more importantly my need for our lantean launguage expert, a.k.a Dr. Elizabeth Weir, to translate the symbols on my device!!" Rodney stared at John, waiting for a respose, watchng him stare into space, deep in thought. "What is your problem? Geez, and people say I'm self-obssessed! Never do they think to mention you, a man so caught up with his own-"
"I had a sex dream about Elizabeth."
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