Author: Daniela Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis Pairing: John Sheppard/Elizabeth Weir Rating: PG13 Category: Romance, Angst Series/Sequel: No Summary: Missing scene from "Letters from Pegasus" Warnings: Spoilers for Season 1 Disclaimers: No one of Stargate: Atlantis belongs to me.
Least of all Major John Sheppard. Damn. Feedback: Yes, please. Every word opens a new gate. Email:daniforblue@yahoo.de Released: August 2005 Beta:Lisa
The message to Earth was on his way. The city of Atlantis had finally fallen in an uneasy rest. A treacherous peace settled right before a storm was ready to break loose.
Quietly, Elizabeth Weir hurried through the gloomy corridors and entered John's quarters. Surprisingly, she found them pitch black. He had never liked to sleep in pure darkness. "John?" she whispered, tensed. Maybe, he isnīt even here.
"Yes," he replied curtly and in strange voice.
In spite of his voice, she felt relieved at once and undressed quickly. "Why is it so dark in here?" Now answer. How now? Does he want me to leave? She ran across the bed and slipped under the covers.
He flinched at her touch.
Dear me! "Whatīs wrong?"
"Iīm just tired," he mumbled, broken.
Quickly, she felt for his face and found it wet. Had he cried? "What is it, John?" she asked, slightly bewildered.
"They will kill us all, Elizabeth," he breathed sharply. "We donīt stand a chance. What I saw today...all those people...I canīt..."
She pulled him into her arms. "Donīt say that. You donīt know what will happen."
John placed his head on her bosom. "I let them die. I even told Teyla we canīt save anyone. Youīve ordered me to stand down from any fight and I did." He sounded like he was begging her to confirm he had been right.
"You made the right decision," she agreed softly and stroked his messy hair. "You saved a few people by pure luck and couldnīt have done more. You could have gotten killed yourself." Her voice broke. Shit. Now I īm starting to cry myself. "I couldnīt bear if anything ever..." There. She sobbed.
At once, he raised his head and his lips found her mouth. They kissed tenderly.
"Sorry that I upset you."
"No, Iīm sorry," she sniffled. "I suck in comforting you."
"My Elizabeth," he soothed kindly. "Your are always so strong. Donīt you deserve to be weak this one time?"
"What about you? Donīt you deserve to be in fear just once?"
John laughed bitterly. "Itīs not the first time Iīm afraid of the Wraith. Steve did a good job in scaring me." Sighing, he nestled closer to her. "But right now Iīm more afraid because of you. I canīt bear the thought of the Wraith feeding...on you."
Her tears had dried up. Her heartbeat was calm again. She had to be calm for him. "Were not quite there yet, and as long as Im in charge, we will never be there."
He laughed again but without any bitterness. "Now I almost pity the Wraith."
"Letīs forget about the damn Wraith and go to sleep. We need our strength."
"Is that an order?" he joked wryly.
Elizabeth was pretty relieved to hear he was back to his old self. "No, just a plea."
"Alright. I can live with that." He put his head back on her bosom.
She sniggered. "Are you comfortable, Major?"
"Yes, maīam." Lazily, he stroked her right nipple through her top. "Why did you come over tonight? I thought I was pretty clear I wanted to be alone."
"Oh, you were perfectly clear, but I needed to be with you."
"Honestly, Iīm glad you did come. I needed to be with you too, but I..."
"...would have never asked you to come," she finished. "I know, John. At the meeting I saw the look in your eyes. I know when you need me. I know my man."
Carefully, he rose once more and kissed her on the forehead. "Thatīs what I love you for."
Elizabeth took his face in both hands and kissed him desperately. John returned the kiss with the same intensity. Soon sleep was forgotten. Together they dared the coming fear and probable death by loving - and living - if only for a few fortunate hours.
