Hey readers!

Just a little House keeping stuff... I have read a few reviews that have pointed out grammatical errors... so I feel I have to say this... I NEED a beta reader but I can't find one. Anyone have any suggestions?

Next: I wanted to put a couple of possible chapters to a vote. Message me or just include your thoughts in a review... Let me know which ones are a yes or a no.

Clone Beckett

Replicator Weir

Colonel Caldwell

Kavanagh

Jack O'Neil

Samantha Carter

Let Me know what you think about these and any other suggestions you might have.

"Be Safe"

Elizabeth's mother had whispered that every time she'd left the house for as long as she could remember. Elizabeth had never really thought anything of it. She'd shove her pens and bright primary colored folders into her backpack and head out to meet the bus with her mom's kiss her on her check and those words ringing in her ears. It was a token that Elizabeth hung onto. It was an encouragement when a goal seemed insurmountable, it was her safety blanket, a reminder that her mom was always with her.

There were things that some mother's didn't want to hear about their precious only child… climbing tall trees, jumping off mountainous rocks, and making friends with all kinds of flora and fauna… but Elizabeth's mother was nothing like that.

She welcomed scuffed knees with a keen eye, a clean bandage, and a kiss.

She encouraged Elizabeth to live and live well. To see the world, know the world, and change the world.

Her father was much the same way… fanciful on all the issues that counted, willing to argue about why a certain punishment was more justifiable then another or what was the most reasonable compromise about what to have for dinner… he was above all abundantly loving toward his precious daughter.

Elizabeth had a way about her even as a child. She was the peacekeeper amongst neighborhood kids. She did well in school but still made time to have fun with her friends. When she laughed everyone around her wanted to laugh to… it was an infectious kind of joy and love for life. Elizabeth was a careful and diplomatic child… always negotiating truces between bullies and their victims or ending violent civil wars between her grand armies of toys and dolls in the living room.

Not that Elizabeth was always a perfect child… she had in fact caused her mother and father to go slightly gray early in life.

Once she had decided that nothing would do for her but to move out of her parent's house, at the tender age of six, and into her tree house. That lasted a day… but it was horrifying for her mother… because the tree house was nothing more than a piece of sagging plywood nailed into a V in a large oak tree in the front yard. Elizabeth had built it herself… so nails of various shapes, sizes, and varied lengths stuck out of the plywood and tree at odd angles.

Oh, Yes… Elizabeth had a way about her. She was stubborn about many things… about what she believed and what she wanted in life… but most importantly she was stubborn about those she considered under her care… which oddly enough included her parents.

She was as well fiercely independent and ready to face almost any challenge.

Unlike most girls her age, Elizabeth never went through a truly awkward transition phase. Yes, there had been the growth spurts and the emergence of freckles all of her face, and going to bed one night with straight hair and waking up the next morning with curly hair… but it seemed for the most part the Elizabeth has always been an adult and now her body matched her brain and maturity level.

It had been no surprise to anyone when Elizabeth headed off to college a thousand miles away. That was what she wanted… and by now everyone in the Weir house knew that what Elizabeth wanted… Elizabeth got.

Elizabeth was very much like her father in that regard.

It wasn't strange to her parents that Elizabeth chose to study international relations, or politics… or negotiation… things like that had come naturally to her.

It was a moment of pure joy when Elizabeth had been invited to work with the U.N. as a negotiator after graduating. She sent them gifts from all over the world… gifts from all the places she had been.

She never stopped moving, never stopped working toward her goal… at least until her father died. It made Elizabeth stop and rethink her priorities. She knew what her father had been sick and toward the end had been unable to leave his bed… so she knew, despite her sadness, that he was in a better place.

He father had died during what could only described as a horrible negotiation where everything could have gone wrong did. It was there that Elizabeth Weir met Simon. The first guy she'd ever met who made her take her eyes off the future for even a moment.

In the wake of her father's death and with the possibility of failing at a negotiation for the first time ever hanging over her head, she fell in love.

There was no stopping her then. She saw the barrier's that were placed before her and slammed right through them without any sign of stopping or slowing. She moved closer to home so that she and her mother could be closer and Simon moved with her. Her star was rising fast, which was how she became involved in the Stargate Program. After "That Horrible Baltic Negotiation" she caught the eye of the President.

She was "briefed" on the way to the Cheyenne Mountain Complex… and that was saying something… it was a brief explanation. President Hayes made it very clear what her job was though… she was the "new" civilian face of the SGC and she would be the president's tool for controlling the actions of the covert military operation.

If He had read through her record, then he would have picked someone else. Elizabeth jumped right in to her work at the SGC, she talked to people, read mission reports, observed on a few away missions. She felt ready for anything, except maybe an attack on the earth and having to negotiate a treaty with the Go'auld, but she took those things in stride.

Channeling her favorite superhero, Wonder Woman, she was calm and collected in the face of danger and possible death by a hostile alien race. Soon after she resigned her commission as commander of the SGC and moved the Antarctica Outpost. She read all she could about the ancients, learned their language, studied their buildings and inventions and was ready to do whatever it took to find and travel to the lost city of Atlantis.

It was there in the cold of Antarctica as she stood on the edge of achieving her dream that she meet John Sheppard.

He was just a hot shot pilot, a flyboy with a black spot on his record. Still, she knew… that with his control of the ATA gene and his dedication to those he considered his friends he would be a valuable asset to her mission. Except he said no… it was the strangest thing for Elizabeth. She couldn't image not wanting to go through the Stargate. She couldn't imagine not wanting to know more, see more, and do more…

Whatever Jack O'Neil said to him on that helicopter ride back made him change his mind. He was there in that control room as they dialed the gate.

Things went wrong fast… it was hard to imagine how things got so bad so quickly but there was one shinning ray of hope. Colonel Sheppard. It was strange that even as he annoyed and frustrated her, that he brought her hope.

As he left in his "Puddle Jumper" to save the others… she felt the words that her mother whispered to her as a child slipping from her lips.

"Be Safe."

That was the beginning of the end for Elizabeth, in a good way she supposed. All her life she had stood on her own two feet, she had never really needed someone to lean on, but John Sheppard made her want to trust him. He made her want to share her burden.

He would find her in her office late at night and harass her until she returned to her room, he brought lunch to her desk because somehow he knew that more often than not she skipped eating in favor of work. He encouraged her to stay the course when she did the right thing even if it was hard and disagreed with her when she made a decision that he didn't agree with. He listened without comment when she told him about Simon and had been a shoulder to cry on after Simon moved on. He was her constant companion, and in many ways the only true friend she had ever had. She was closer to him than she had ever been with Simon… in a way it made that last decision she made easier.

There on the Asuran home world… she knew what she had to do. She knew that John would blame himself, but she had no choice. She considered everyone that was with them that day a friend, but she considered John something more. A brother perhaps, someone that given time and different circumstances she could come to love… but more importantly her best friend, the other part of her soul.

As she watched them leave the planet, knowing that her death was close at hand she felt those words slips from her lips once more, this time in a true farewell and a prayer to whatever God or Ascended beings might be listening.

"Be safe"

Next time: Ronon Dex