Hi! Here's a wee first chapter in what I hope will be a story.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything.

Spoilers: From Sg1 season's 6 and 7 but ain't saying too much coz I want my surprise to be, well, a surprise! Lol. This can be set after season 1 as John's a Colonel.

Pairing: Gee, I wonder who?

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Chapter 1

Dr Elizabeth Weir groaned as she tried to ignore the pain tearing down her side. As soon as the sound escaped her a hand touched her cheek and she hesitantly opened her eyes to see the owner. At first unable to see their face her eyes finally adjusted to the darkness and the doctor could just make out the form of Colonel John Sheppard.

"Hey." He said softly and began stroking his thumb across her warm cheek.

"Hey." She muttered back grimacing at the soreness she felt. "What happened?"

She heard him sigh and knew it wasn't a pleasant story. "The roof and wall collapsed on us. We were both out for about a half hour but then I woke up."

"Are you okay?" She asked concern evident in her voice.

John laughed bitterly. "Unfortunately. Just a concussion Beckett thinks. We can still contact the others. You on the other hand…"

As he trailed off Elizabeth knew her condition was bad. Slowly reaching up to grab his hand by her face she squeezed it. "Please, what's wrong with me?"

Even in the dark she could see his eyes shine with worry, maybe even unshed tears and the uneasiness she felt soon increased tenfold.

"Somehow a piece of glass fell on you and a pretty sharp piece stabbed you in the abdomen. I've tried to keep pressure on it but…uh…"

Elizabeth closed her eyes. "I'm bleeding to death."

It was a statement, not a question and she heard Sheppard's breath hitch. She knew he was going to reassure her she would be fine.

"Well, you're bleeding but you'll be okay. Rodney and co. are trying to get through the rubble." Even the officer knew it was half-hearted assurance and that Elizabeth knew how serious it was. He saw her eyes flicker open tears threatening to fall. Grunting he sat down next to her leaning against the cold wall and continued holding her hand. "We're going to get out and you'll be fine."

"Don't lie John. It doesn't suit you." Elizabeth valued Sheppard's honesty more than anything else. The confident pilot was not afraid to let his feelings show about matters that were important. And whilst sometimes this aggravated her she also admired it.

"Elizabeth I-"

"John, please. Don't make promises you can't keep." She choked out the last part and let the tears flow freely down her face. Trying to keep her sobbing quiet the feeling of her 2IC's hand on her thigh told her he could hear her. "I'm just glad I'm with you."

John's eyes opened wide and saw the opportunity to move the conversation onto cheerier ground.

"Me too. Imagine if you had been stuck in here with Rodney?"

This earned him a laugh from his injured companion who then moaned. "Ow, don't make me laugh!"

"Sorry." She could picture his sheepish grin and took comfort in the feeling of him stroking her hand and thigh. Whilst at any other time it would have been inappropriate right now she relished his touch.

"But you're right. It would have driven me mad being with him in here. Probably would have fought me for the last Power bar!" She stated and heard John chuckle.

"What about Caldwell?" Even as he said it John couldn't help but grin knowing the fights that would erupt.

"Oh god! He would have argued with me until my last breath!" It was meant to be light-hearted but an awkward silence descended. John tried to keep the panic that was rising in his chest knowing there was nothing he could do to save her.

Why did I let her come? He wondered angrily then scolded himself for he knew the answer to the question. Because she's an explorer too and doesn't get much of chance to do it.

His team had found a small room in Atlantis that had Ancient writing plastered all over the walls and Elizabeth had insisted on seeing it. Whilst Rodney McKay, Teyla and Lt. Aiden Ford had been bored John had found her translations fascinating. Whether it was the actual passages or Elizabeth reading them that thrilled him he was not sure. But the other three had left to get some dinner and Sheppard had stayed with his CO to help her in deciphering the walls. He had enjoyed seeing her work on something other than reports and rotas and felt excited too when her face lit up when she had another completed passage.

This incident was just one in many recent events that had him feeling strange of late. And he had eventually concluded it was due to Elizabeth Weir as just being in her presence had him flustered and not so cocky anymore. The way she valued his opinions meant the world to him and realised that she had become his soul reason for returning to Atlantis after every mission. Their friendship had grown strong over recent months but he knew something more was there. But whether they would admit it was another matter.

A small grunt broke his thoughts and he felt Elizabeth move.

"Elizabeth?"

"Just getting comfy. I'm fi-oh!" She forced the scream that brewed in her throat away and settled for shaky breaths.

"Here, let me help." John gently ordered and delicately helped her turn around so she could place her head on his lap. "Better?"

"Yes, thank you." She whispered and licked her dry lips as her eyelids began to droop.

"No, stay with me. Elizabeth?" But John's words fell on deaf ears as the diplomat allowed blackness to engulf her and fell into a deep slumber.

Checking her pulse John relaxed slightly knowing she was just sleeping and began stroking her damp hair off of her forehead. Glancing at the piece of material he had tied around Elizabeth's small waist he saw it was covered in crimson blood and pursed his lips. Making a mental note to change it when the sleeping woman woke up he tuned his attention back to her. As he gazed down he decided that if, no, when she woke up he would tell her everything he felt.

After all, John knew he might never get the chance again.

A/N: Will be continuing as I do have a plan for this one. So please r'n'r!