CHAPTER 2
After many hours of celebration, Dr Weir took the surprisingly sober team back to Atlantis. Dr Mckay had been bombarding her with every theory he had and requests for all of the equipment he would need. In the end she had told him to gather anything he thought appropriate and to write a preliminary report for her before he left.
"Colonel Shepard, can I speak to you for a moment?" She asked.
"'Course." He followed her into her office.
"What do you think about the device?" She asked him, looking directly into his eyes.
"Personally, unless we can use it to kill some wraith then I don't see the point of wasting 48 hours on it." He said bluntly. "I know that we should be finding out everything about the ancients but there is no way that I can see that device actually helping us."
"I know, but Rodney seems to think that they can use it is some sort of a lie detector if it works one of a million ways he thinks. Anyway, if that helps us understand the circuitry of a weapon here on Atlantis then it would have been worth it." Dr Weir explained.
"It's just going to cause us more trouble than it's worth."
"I hope that you're wrong. Why don't you get some sleep, you ship out in 10 hours."
"Goodnight Elizabeth." He spoke in the way he saved just for her, full of everything that shouldn't be there. But is.
As he walked away, Elizabeth leaned back into her chair and took a deep breath. She hated the thought of seeing him go through the gate again, it hurt that little bit more every time she had to do it. Clearing her head of the melancholia that subject always brought, she took her laptop from where it sat on her desk and slowly made her way down to her room.