Here's the second chapter, hope you enjoy!

Chapter 2

John Sheppard hovered outside Dr Weir's office as she worked on some reports. Whether she knew he was there or not he couldn't tell, the expedition leader had not looked up for almost 30 minutes straight.

The debriefing had gone surprisingly quickly and smoothly, after all four of his team had stuttered their apologies of course. However, Sheppard had seen the way Weir had looked at him throughout the session and he had a feeling it had something to do with their conversation the night before, or in the early hours of the morning. Throughout the debriefing the memories had come flooding back and John felt like cringing at his awful state.

FLASHBACK

"Whoops!" John muttered as he crashed into a wall that had appeared from nowhere. Leaning against his new best friend he took a deep breath as he tried to focus on his present task.

He had just been released from the infirmary and seen Rodney back to his room, or more like carried him. He had told the men escorting him that he'd be fine and dismissed them. As soon as they had left John chuckled amazed at how he still had power over these men even when he was still tipsy. If Elizabeth found out she'd be pissed. Ah! Elizabeth, now there's an idea! He thought amusedly.

So he had set off to find his boss with no idea of what he was doing. After half an hour of exploring her usual haunts John cursed as he realized it was 2 am. Elizabeth would be in bed if not in her office. So that's where he had gone and banged on the Ancient door hoping for an answer. And boy did he get one!

The door slid open to reveal a very disheveled, but still very sexy, looking Elizabeth Weir glaring at John in shock and disgust. "John? What the hell!"

"Morning Liz!" John sang scanning over her body, which was only covered by a small pair of shorts and a strappy t-shirt.

"It's…it's like 4 in the morning!"

"2 actually but who's checking?"

Shaking her head in disbelief Elizabeth left the door and climbed back into bed muttering, "…2 in the morning…insane…immature dope of a man!"

Turning her back to him she pulled the covers up around her body hoping the Major would get the point. When she heard footsteps in the room it was obvious he hadn't. Growling Elizabeth sat up and stared at him angrily.

"What are you doing?"

"Huh? Oh, well, you know I was bored so I thought that maybe we could talk or something." John slurred while wandering around her room.

Elizabeth closed her eyes trying to understand the man's logic of wanting to talk to her at this time of the morning. "Talk? But John, you're still drunk! Get some sleep, that's an order!"

Then suddenly he looked at her with a michevious expression, "You know you're very cute when you're angry Ms Weir-"

"DR Weir-"

"-and especially when sitting in bed half naked." He grinned clearly enjoying their playful banter.

Elizabeth opened her mouth to respond but stopped realizing what he had just said. Here she was arguing with a man she thought was very handsome, sexy and charming whilst in bed half dressed. A small smirk appeared on her lips.

"Why thank you MAJOR, but I'm still mad at you so-"

"But you haven't called any guards or even tried to throw me out yourself so…I'm guessing you don't mind me being here!" He replied smugly as he sat down on her stool, forgetting it had no back and slid of it.

Elizabeth burst out laughing as she heard an, "Ouch!" and clambered out of bed to help him up. Walking over to him she offered a hand, which John reluctantly took. Pulling the tipsy officer up into a standing position she ran a hand over his back.

"Hurt anything?"

"Other than my pride you mean?" John asked embarrassedly and shook his head. "Not really, give me till tomorrow though, most of is pretty numb!"

Elizabeth giggled as she guided him to her bed. "Well that's what you get for getting drunk of world!" She scolded as they sat down beside each other. Watching him run a hand through his hair she bit her lip. "So, why are you really here, John?"

He shrugged and Elizabeth noticed his vacant expression. He was still definitely drunk she concluded and let a small sigh escape, feeling a little disappointed. "Okay, let's get you back to bed."

As John began to lie back Elizabeth grabbed his hand and pulled him into a sitting position again. "Oh no your own bed! Let me get something decent on first."

Quickly pulling a large sweatshirt on along with black jogging bottoms and trainers Elizabeth turned round to see her chief military officer lying on her bed. Sighing she went back to him and tried to grab his hand. In the process of leaning over him to reach it John shifted his foot accidently tripping her up causing her to fall on top of him. Letting out a small gasp of surprise the dozing man beneath her woke.

Staring into her eyes he whispered, "Oh, hello."

They were so close Elizabeth was just inches from John's mouth and she could feel his hot breath. Her hands were placed flat on his chest and she could feel his rapid heartbeat. "Hi" She replied quietly, momentarily forgetting the previous plan of action. Noticing the compromising position she began to climb off John until he reached out to touch her cheek.

"You're beautiful, do you know that?" He asked gazing intently at her.

Elizabeth felt her heart soar but it immediately fell remembering John's drunken state. Sighing she pulled away grabbing his hand in the process. "Yeah, of course I am. Let's get you back."

The pilot sluggishly stood up almost falling back down until Elizabeth put an arm around his waist. As they silently made their way through the deserted hallways Elizabeth couldn't help but notice how tightly John had his arm around her shoulder. But when she glanced at him he had his head down reminding her he wasn't quite himself.

Once at his room Elizabeth waved her hand across the light blue panel and watched the door move aside revealing John's room. Steering him to his bed she let him lie down as he muttered, "Liz…tasted like water…sorry…mmmm beautiful…"

Watching him doze off Elizabeth tried to ignore his sleepy ramblings and let out a sigh when John began softly snoring. Wrapping her arms around her Elizabeth left him and went back to her own room.

END OF FLASHBACK

"John?"

Elizabeth's voice called John back from his musings and he looked up to see her standing in the doorway. "Oh, hi!"

"Hi, is there something you wanted?" She asked and John felt guilty as she tried to suppress a yawn.

Shaking his head he said, "Uh, no. Nothing…well" He began feeling an apology was due to her.

Stepping out of her office Elizabeth gestured to the balcony door. "Want to talk outside?"

John nodded and followed her out ignoring the amused stares from other personnel. The whole team had been taking jibes from everyone who had witnessed their homecoming yesterday but all knew it was totally deserved.

Once outside John immediately felt his sore head begin to subside and leaned on the railing. Elizabeth crossed her arms and looked out over the ocean. "So…?"

"Uh…okay…I just wanted to apologise for my behaviour yesterday-"

"You already did." Elizabeth reminded him keeping her eyes on the view. "Several times today."

John nodded watching her. "Yeah, but I mean for…eh our little conversation…well this morning really."

Finally Elizabeth turned her attention to him and raised her eyebrows.

"I came to you last night because I wanted company." John explained becoming more agitated at his companion's passive face. "I just wanted to talk and you were the first person that popped into my head." You're always the first person he wanted to add but didn't. "And I remember most of what I said and I wanted you to know that I meant it. All of it."

Elizabeth frowned. "Thank you for apologizing but John about what you said-"

"I really did mean it." He repeated staring firmly at her. A range of emotions crossed her pale face and he held his breath.

Finally she smiled and took a step closer to him. "Well that's okay then, since you've seen me half naked."

John grinned and took a step closer creating a very small gap between them. "Yes I have Dr Weir and might I say nice trick of falling on top of me-"

"You tripped me!" Elizabeth said defensively as she hit his arm.

"-taking advantage of a drunk man…"

"Don't push it John!" She warned half serious and he held up his hands in surrender.

"Sorry." As they stared at each other once again they felt drawn together and just as John reached for her hand the balcony door flew open.

"Oh God!"

And Elizabeth and John watched as Rodney McKay raced over to the railing and leaned over. He was followed by Dr Zelenka who was carrying a blue bucket. "Here it is Rodney! Some marine thought it would be funny to hide it…"

As retching sounds emerged from the railing Elizabeth and John groaned at both the disgusting sounds of McKay throwing up and their interrupted moment.

Gesturing to the door John whispered, "Shall we…"

"Oh yes." Elizabeth agreed and they left the balcony to the sound of Rodney crying, "It tasted like god damn water!"

A/N: Not the best but as always reviews would be appreciated.