Puddle-Jumper38 - LOL why? He can gloat about saving his life, instead. LOL What, you mean Teyla didn't already know he was a fruitcake?

Jasminesmommy - Thank you :)

Debbie418uk2 - Well, I didn't want to make him falling down crying, but I did want to play on his friendship to Rodney, and knowing how it would hurt the physicist that he was leaving him behind. I'm really glad you like it :)

x Varda x - Thank you, I'm glad you enjoyed it. :)

I don't remember if Larrin had blue eyes or brown, sorry.

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(Atlantean warship, Normal POV)

As he walked through the stairs, he nodded to the occasional passer by and sighed inwardly. He was dressed in the standard uniform, a brown leather coat that buttoned up in the front and came to his mid thigh, with black leather pants under it, and a black holster attached to a gun belt. He also had shoulder length brown hair and blue eyes. Keeping his face calm, he turned the corner and continued down the next hallway, brushing his shoulder length brown hair out of his face. Sheppard this, Sheppard that. I never hear the end of him.

"Did you hear?" One of the newer crew was giggling and talking to a friend of hers. "Captain Larrin has a thing for that Atlantean guy, Sheppard!"

The other girl giggled as they continued on.

Frowning to himself, the young man made his way to the teleporter they'd come from, setting the controls for the bridge and stepping in. Why doesn't she see me? Once the teleporter had taken him to the hallway outside the bridge, he stepped off and glared at the floor a moment before taking a single step forward. I need to tell her… But… What if she doesn't…? Shaking his head, he refused the urge to groan and began walking forward again, pulling futilely at his shirt. Damn Sheppard. That… That bastard!

"Jorgen!"

His head cam up quickly as he stared in surprise at the angry brown eyes that he was faced with. Larrin stood there in her usual leather outfit, looking breathtaking as usual. She had her hands on her hips, a glare on her face, and her face was streaked with an oil-like substance. She had obviously been trying to work on something.

"Finally! How long were you planning on keeping…." Raising her eyebrow, she seemed to look beyond his face a moment before rubbing the bridge of her nose with one hand, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. "Where's your radio?"

Blinking for a moment, Jorgen frowned and reached for his ear. That's when he realized that in his haste, he'd forgotten to put it on. His radio that is, not his ear.

"Never mind, look. We've made a change in course." Her face lightened and she almost seemed ready to smirk, but the last moment she caught herself and kept her face stern. "We're having problems with some of the systems on the ship."

"And our engineers can't fix them?" Jorgen asked before he could help himself. When he saw her face darken, he swallowed and bowed his head. "Forgive me, ma'am. I was just caught off guard." He knew better than to question her.

She seemed to accept that and relaxed a little. "Our engineers have tried to fix them and had no luck. There's only one place I can think of with the technology, and the people who know about the technology, to help us."

Feeling his heart drop, Jorgen opened his mouth to say something, but then closed it again, his mind blank. Staring at the ground, he tried to sort out how he felt. He was confused, but the predominant thing he was experiencing was rage. Sheppard. He glanced up and saw her looking out the window, an almost excited look in her eyes. Always Sheppard. With a silent sigh, he nodded and saluted, not really sure if she noticed him, before turning and walking off.

That's it! I can't take this anymore! I'm going to do something about this, once and for all!

(Atlantis, John's POV)

"Oh come off it, Rodney. The movie wasn't that bad!" Stepping carefully around some components of the console he was currently working on, I sighed and leaned over the solid back of it, knowing he'd turned off the power before he began his tinkering. "In fact, I'd say it was pretty good."

Stopping what he was doing, Rodney glared at me and raised an eyebrow. "Yes, you see, there's the problem. You think it was good. I think it was garbage." He raised the screw driver to the part he was currently working on before quickly using it to point at me. "Did you even watch the movie, or were you just spending the time shooting Elizabeth looks?"

Feeling a slight blush come to my face, I glared at Rodney and raised an eyebrow. "She's my superior, Rodney. And my friend."

"Your friend who you were staring at like she was the hottest thing since Angelina Jolie. I swear, you were almost drooling!"

What is his fascination with... Never mind, I don't wanna know. "I was not!" Leaning back, I stood up straight and crossed my arms over my chest. "Where the hell's this coming from, McKay? I start talking about a movie, and you're going on and on about how you think I was putting the moves on Elizabeth." I saw him open his mouth and raised my hand quickly. "Ah! Which I was not doing!"

He still looked like he wanted to say something more, but luckily for me he backed off and went back to work. That was about the time my radio chirped. Hitting it, I shot him a look when I saw a smirk threatening to cross his face.

"Sheppard here."

"John? It's Elizabeth."

Well, speak of the devil. Rodney's face turned a little red from the grin he was trying oh-so-hard to hide, and then he grimaced, jumped and glared at me, looking ready to stab me with the screwdriver he was still holding. Grinning at him a little, I removed my booted foot from his shin and took a few steps back. "What's up?"

"We just got a call from an old friend of yours."

Pausing for a moment, I tried to think of who she could be talking about. "Uh, Elizabeth-"

"It's Larrin." If I didn't know any better, I'd swear she sounded amused. "Her ship is on it's way here as we speak and should be here within the next two hours."

Rodney had also paused in his work and looked openly torn between being amused and irritated. Glancing my way, he shrugged and shook his head before turning back to his work.

"Really?" I grimaced when Rodney wasn't looking. The last time I ran into her, I spent the time fighting for my life, being used as a punching bag and tied up. That wasn't really my idea of a good time. "Uh, why tell me?" It's not like I'm a mechanic.

"Because she was hoping to have a word with you."

"Oh. …Really?" Great. "And she'll be here in about two hours?" I began to scheme. "You wouldn't happen to know if there are any teams needing an extra hand, who'll be leaving about then, do you?"

I could hear Rodney snickering behind me, and Elizabeth right out laughed. "No, John. Sorry. I don't have any teams scheduled to head out or come back within the next two hours."

Damn. "Ok, I'll… Uh, where am I supposed to-"

"The jumper bay. That's where we'll be bringing her and her escort."

"Right. Ok, I guess I'll be there. Sheppard out." Tapping my radio again, I turned to shoot Rodney a look. "And what're you laughing about?"

He shrugged with a huge grin. "Larrin sure seems eager to come see you again."

I was about ready to snap when a thought crossed my mind. "Rodney… Are you jealous?"

He raised an eyebrow. "Hardly, I'm not into bondage and sadomasochism thank you very much." Putting a hand to his chin, he waved the screwdriver in my direction for a moment. "Though I will say it's a little surprising you're not already running to the bay to wait for her."

"Yeah, well, BDSM isn't my thing, either." I muttered as I turned and walked out the door.

(Halls of Atlantis, Two Hours Later, Normal POV)

As John and his team who, thankfully agreed to the babysitting detail, escorted Larrin and her, well, escort of a single man named Jorgen down the halls, the Colonel was aware of being watched. Of course Larrin was the main one, and kept trying to get him alone with seemingly innocent comments but flirtatious looks. Still, she was at his side, and the looks he felt most were coming from behind him.

Casually glancing over his shoulder, John saw the man, Jorgen, glaring at him briefly, but seeing the Colonel's eyes on him, he turned away and pretended to be watching the other marines who passed by.

Hm, weird. I better keep an eye on him.

Larrin, having seen the confused look in John's eyes as he glanced over his shoulder, followed his gaze and saw that he was watching Jorgen. Why…? Oh! Maybe he's jealous? Feeling her heart do a flip-flop at the idea, Larrin tried to bite back the grin of triumph. "John?" He glanced at her and she felt her insides go shaky. Damn that man has eyes! "Uh…"

"Listen." Coming to an abrupt halt, John turned to the others and tried to look apologetic, not knowing if it was working. "There's a few things I need to get done. Do you guys think you can show Larrin and, uh…" He hesitated while trying to remember the man's name.

Larrin raised an eyebrow. "Jorgen." She supplied helpfully, frowning at John's obvious discomfort. "What's going on?"

"Jorgen, right." He gazed at the man and shrugged apologetically. "Sorry, I'm bad with names. Uh, anyways, I gotta get going. You guys think you can show our guests to their rooms?" When Teyla nodded quietly, he nodded back. "Great." Turning to Larrin, he sighed. "Sorry, I just…" He realized he didn't have an alibi so he just shrugged. "Gotta go." With a wave, he turned and walked briskly off.

"Hey! Wait!" Turning to the rest of his team, Larrin put her hands on her waist. "Where the hell is he going?!"

"I am not certain." Teyla stated calmly as she walked forward. "Come, we will take you to your rooms, and I am certain that the Colonel will join us again soon."

I sincerely doubt that. Jorgen thought as he spotted a narrow hallway and slipped down into the shadows. As the others passed, he turned and dashed across the hall behind them, heading in the same direction as their 'beloved' Colonel. No, I don't think he'll be joining us again. Fingering a small blaster he'd managed to sneak under his leather jacket, he walked briskly down the hall, turning a corner and quickly jumping back when he found the said man on the other side, talking to a red haired woman.

"Look, Elizabeth, I mean it. This isn't my thing."

Elizabeth? Asin Elizabeth Weir, the leader of Atlantis? Glancing carefully around the corner, he watched as she stared at him through narrowed eyes, and John seemed very uncomfortable. Impressive. She knows her power. Staring at John, Jorgen raised an eyebrow and let his eyes roam over his...competition. Not very impressive. He's tall, but skinny, and he doesn't show any style or class. Frowning to himself, Jorgen wondered what Larrin saw in this man.

"I don't care. Larrin specifically asked for you, and here you are, skipping out on her."

"Do you remember what she did to me the first time we met? She tied me up, beat me up..." He seemed a little embarrassed by that last remark. "And threatened to kill me. I honestly can't say it's nice seeing her again."

How dare he speak so rudely about her! Jorgen slipped the blaster out from under his jacket and made sure it was set. Raising it slowly, he waited for the perfect moment.

"You also stated she felt it was the only way to get your attention."

John seemed to hesitate. "Ok, so it's not like I blame her, I just don't feel comfortable around her." He winced and rubbed the back of his neck. "Not to mention her body guard looks ready to rip my throat out." He held up a hand as Elizabeth opened her mouth. "And I have no idea what for. Then we can't forget the fact that she's practically trying to jump my bones." He paused. "Not that I have a problem with that, really."

Hearing that last comment, Jorgen lost it. Larrin's mine! Jumping out from around the corner, he aimed the blaster as the two shocked onlookers spun around. "She's mine, Sheppard!" With that, he fired the blaster, ignoring the thundering explosion, or how he was almost instantly surrounded by guards. Everything faded away as he felt a hot searing pain in his chest, watching as John's wide eyes slipped down to the growing wet stain on his own chest. "She's....mine. Larrin's....mine..." Feeling his strength quickly fading, his legs gave out, and Jorgen collapsed.

"John!" Elizabeth snapped out of her shock as not only the stranger fell, but so did John. His eyes were wide and uncomprehending as he slipped to his knees and his hands raised to his abdomen. "Oh my god! Someone get Carson down here!" It seemed to hit her with a shock that she had a radio, and she quickly reached up and practically punched the button on it. "Carson! John's been shot!"

John tuned everything out. It was all playing back in slow motion for him. One minute he's trying to get past Elizabeth, not really feeling like watching over Larrin and her escort, the next, her said escort jumps out from around a corner and fires a blaster John was certain he hadn't seen on the man, before. The words echoed through his mind 'She's mine, Larrin's mine', and he realized that this man felt like a jilted lover.

He almost felt bad as one of the marines shot Jorgen, taking him down almost instantly. Funny enough, he hadn't even really felt it when he was shot. He glanced down, seeing the red stain growing on his shirt, and was certain it should have hurt, but it didn't. He wasn't feeling anything. Sure, there was a heat radiating through his body, but he was sure he should have been in blinding agony.

"John!"

Feeling his eyes close against his will, it became clear that he couldn't breathe. Opening his mouth, he tried to gasp for air and tell Elizabeth that he couldn't breathe, but instead he felt liquid running down his chin.

"Hold on, Colonel."

That's....Carson...isn' it?

"Oh, my god, John! Jorgen! What the hell happened?!"

"Sorry lass, but you need to move. I've gotta get Colonel Sheppard to the infirmary stat, or we'll lose him."

Something was in his mouth, prying it open. He felt arms around him and registered that someone was holding him upright. Trying to fight, to sit up on his own and to keep that invading something out of his mouth, John found he was unable to.

"Get that gurney set up! Hurry! We're losing him!"

Everything was fading. John could hear the voices, but only make out about half of what they were saying, and even then he wasn't sure who was saying what.

"Colonel? John, stay with me!"

(Infirmary, John's POV)

"A punctured lung and mild radiation poisoning. You're lucky, Jorgen didn't survive. Larrin's....confused." Elizabeth was frowning. "A scorned lover. I never would have imagined."

"Larrin barely even knew the guy, she's thinking more of a stalker." I stated quietly around the oxygen mask. Remember how before I wasn't feeling it when I got shot? Well right about now I wish I wasn't feeling it. My body was hot, overheated, and there was nothing I could do about it. Infection, Carson had said, due to a radiation they had to treat. Luckily it wasn't anything severe, but I still had a lingering fever. "She's still not happy he's dead."

"Yeah, only because she wants to kill him herself, for shooting you." Rodney huffed at the side of the bed. "Really, you should listen to her."

"Listen to who, McKay?" Larrin walked into the room, glaring at him.

Ducking his head, he shrugged and tried to look innocent. "No-No one. Well, I gotta be going. See you." He walked briskly out of the room.

"John, listen, I wanna say I'm sorry about Jorgen." Larrin looked at me lying on the bed, and winced a little. "I had no idea he was gonna pull this."

I nodded a little and shot Elizabeth a raised eyebrow. "Don't...worry about it." Glancing towards Zelenka, I looked back. "Oh yeah, how's the ship?"

"As good as new." Larrin smiled a little. "Like I told my crew, this was the place to come." Shaking her head, she walked forward. "It's time for us to head off, though." Larrin actually looked a little regretful. "But hey, we'll be back for a visit." Leaning forward, she kissed my cheek before backing off, waving to the others and sauntering out of the room.

"And next time I'll make sure I'm somewhere safe, like the middle of a Wraith-infested planet during a culling." I muttered quietly, watching her go.

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Hope you like it.

Written October 19, 2008

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