Okay, so I completely recognise I haven't updated in a...lifetime, but I promise I haven't abandoned this fic - I've just been suffering from a lot of work, and before I knew it I had totally forgotten about the fic, until I found out what TPTB had done to my favourite character, Elizabeth, and then I was like, 'hey aren't I in the middle of fic!'

So oops! And sorry! xx

Chapter 4:

Elizabeth walked into her quarters and looked around. They didn't really seem like her quarters; they were much bigger, with a living room area and small kitchen table...a small kitchen table with a meal for two and candles. Hey, are the lights dimmed as well? What is going -

"Well it's about time!" Elizabeth jumped as John walked out of one of the ajoining rooms and pulled out a chair for her. He looked at her expectantly, while she continued to just look at him in shock.

"Honey, don't you wanna sit while you eat?" He gave her one of his trademark smirks, and, although that tended to make her knees go slightly weak on most days, the only thought running through Elizabeth's head was honey?

John shifted uncomfortably. "Seriously, I know this is a rarity, but I have my moments, so quit staring and eat, before this one flies past you."

Elizabeth shook herself and graciously sat down. "Er...yeah sorry, I just...sorry."

John shrugged and took the seat opposite her before grinning excitedly. "I think you're gonna love it, I did chicken like your mum does it, I doubt it will be as good, but she gave me some pointers the last time we were on Earth and I think I've managed to pinpoint what I -"

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow. "What is this?"

John frowned, then swallowed his food. "Chicken...like I just told you."

Elizabeth shook her head and gestured wildly around her. "No! I mean this, since when do candlelight dinners and-"

John placed one of his hands over hers. "I know we've been having some problems, but I want to show you how much I love you and how things are gonna change back to how things were. It's gonna be about 'us', Elizabeth. For one thing, I'm gonna start relying on Ronan more to look after the monsters because -"

What the hell are you talking about now? "Monsters?" Elizabeth looked at him helplessly.

John chuckled and raised his hands in defence. "Okay, okay, our children, whatever you wanna call them, but I think monsters is far more fitting-"

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"WHAT!" John spat out his drink. We have kids! Since when!?!

Elizabeth raised her eyebrows. "Don't 'what' me, you said that leaving the kids with Ronan was perfectly okay as long as-"

John's eyes widened. "Oh my God...I can't breathe..."

Elizabeth put her wine glass down and smiled nervously. "Honey, are you alright? You do look pale. Is there something wrong with the food, because I got the recipe of Katie McKay so-"

"Who are you?" John stood up suddenly from the table.

Elizabeth opened her mouth and closed it again; alarmed. "Okay, now you're starting to make me nervous, John, you're shaking!"

John looked down at his hands, Huh, so I am! The gold ban on his left hand caught his eye. "We're married." It was a statement, not a question. "If I was gonna marry anyone again, it would be you." He whispered more to himself than anyone else.

Elizabeth nodded softly. "8 years this weekend."

John sat down again and looked at her, his eyes begging for a positive answer. "We're happy, aren't we?"

Elizabeth paused before leaning over the table and kissing him softly and then giving him a quick peck before leaning back again. "Everyone has their ups and downs, and yes there have been a few downs, but I love you -"

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"- Elizabeth Weir and don't you forget it. Okay?" John smiled and kissed the palm of her hand. He then started tucking into his chicken again.

Elizabeth nodded. "...Okay...and John?"

John looked up from his plate. "Yeah baby?"

Elizabeth smiled. "...I love you too."

TBC..