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Here it is. Chapter Twenty-Two, the epilogue. Firstly: I had always intended for this story to follow straight into the episode Michael and we all know that sci-fi always leaves us begging for more, and never answers all the questions :P, so I figured I'd finish it this way, allowing you to create the future for the characters, also I was sooo tempted before I posted this to add a few more chapters, but I think the story would have dragged on too long. Secondly, stats wise this story finishes at approximately 33,100 words and 105 pages. Thank you and congratulations for getting through this. Thirdly, a huge thank you to every single reviewer. I know I've said this before but to have your reviews to read after each of my posts was just fantastic. I'm so happy that you have all enjoyed this, and that I have even persuaded some of you into liking body swap stories :D.

Before I rabbit on longer than the chapter itself, I give you the closing act of Perspectives. Once again thank you and please enjoy.

Chapter Twenty-Two – All's Well that Ends Well

John sighed. Compared to what had happened in the past week changing back had been boring. Elizabeth had threatened to kiss Carson, but seeing as the Medical Doctor was still in charge of her health and well being, she decided against it. However humorous it would be for her, she did not like the thought of very long, very sharp syringes being stuck anywhere on her person. Elizabeth herself was as fine as she ever was.

John's own body had returned to normal as soon as his consciousness had been placed back in it, and within days his body had broken down all traces of the womb within him. The only thing John had had to do was to give Carson a certain sample, simply to ensure that his manhood had not been damaged by the escapade. He was not planning on having to repeat that test again anytime soon.

It was also odd to be in his room again. While he had been changed he had barely ventured into it. He rubbed his chin. Fortunately Elizabeth hadn't kept her word and had left the stubble, although now it was entering "wild man" status. He pondered getting up from his bed and shaving. That could wait. A little while at least. Instead he picked up his radio and simply listened to the chatter. Carson had given both of them a clean bill of health, and being Elizabeth, the leader had returned to work.

As he switched the stations he heard different voices. McKay yelling at Zelenka who had gone to get something to eat for the first time in three days, Zelenka yelling at McKay to let him eat for the first time in three days, Major Lorne letting Atlantis know that he was bringing the jumper in safe and sound from a routine fly around the planet, Doctor Novak letting Colonel Caldwell know that the Daedelus was ready to fly out, Colonel Caldwell letting the Daedelus know that they would do so once Elizabeth had caught back up with what had happened while she was out of commission. So many different conversations. Yet he couldn't find the one voice he wanted to hear.

There was a knock on his door.

'It's open.' He didn't even open his eyes as the door whooshed open.

'I see you are up and about. Obviously you can't wait to get back out there.' John smiled as Elizabeth spoke.

'I thought I'd give it another day or two. I trust Lorne.'

'I bet you do. Actually, I was wondering if you were ready to go on a mission.' This got John's attention. He opened his eyes and sat up.

'What kind of a mission?'

'Well Carson says his drug is ready to be tested, and I was thinking you might like to go on a Wraith hunt.'

'Let's see, option one, place myself in a life threatening situation, could be killed, or, option two, stay in bed for a couple more days contemplating whether or not I should shave.'

'Tough choice. But I shouldn't have to remind you that you are the head military officer.' Elizabeth sighed. 'I wish I could go with you.'

'I haven't said yes yet.' Elizabeth just raised an eyebrow. 'Why would you want to come with us to a slimy Wraith infested hive ship that could mean the end of your life literally at the hand of a Wraith?'

'Not so much the Wraith ship or anything, but for the first time I understand you. Flying that jumper was amazing. Albeit, I've not been in dire situations but to be actually going out there and doing something. Instead of staying here, not knowing if you are going to come back or not, not doing anything, it gets on my nerves.'

'Just because you aren't on the front line doesn't mean that you don't do anything. May I ask as to how you got the nuclear weapons from the Genii. Who went off world and got them?'

'I suppose.'

'And who came and rescued us from the hands of those psycho prisoners just off Olesia?'

'Okay okay I get your point. I just feel helpless sometimes.' John stood up and placed his hands on Elizabeth's shoulders.

'I'll get you your Wraith, and more than that I promise that we will come home safely.' Elizabeth smiled her thanks. It wasn't much. Promises here were very much like pie crusts. But for now it was enough. John shrugged as he opened the door and began to walk out into the hallway. 'Besides, after this last week a Wraith hunt would be a cake walk.'

'You sound like Rodney when you say that.' John pondered for a moment.

'That reminds me, I haven't eaten all day. Lunch?'

'Sounds good.' John fell into step beside her as they walked to the commissary. 'Um, John. About what happened.' Elizabeth sounded cautious.

'Yeah? What about it?'

'That day, in my bathroom. I'm…it's just that…'

'Hey, don't you remember?' Elizabeth looked blank. 'Doctor Beckett's Guide –'

'To Resolving UST.' Elizabeth joined in, laughing. For the moment at least, everything was alright. She stole a glance at her head military officer.

She had walked more than a mile in his boots. Now it was time to walk beside him. She let herself look at the man now walking in front of her.

Maybe she'd stay behind.

If only for the view.