Author: Vicky



Category: romance, angst, missing-scene

Summary: something changed and they know it

Season/Sequel: season 2, post The Hive (2-11)

Spoiler: The Hive (2-11)

Rating: K

Archives: my website, others ask please, I never refuse

Disclaimer: I own neither the show nor the characters. I don't earn any money; I just do it for fun.

Author's Note: I know it's short but I'm planning to add at least one chapter. Once again, I want to thanks my wonderful beta, Jaclyn.

You have a go !

Elizabeth was leaning on the railing, her eyes long lost in the depths of the night. The door slid open behind her, but she didn't turn around, nor did she acknowledge having heard it. Footsteps were approaching her and she still didn't move. She knew who it was; she'd recognize his walk anywhere. If it had been anybody else, she would have told them to go get lost, but with him, it was different. She knew that he wouldn't talk unless she started the conversation.

He leaned on the railing too, in the exact same position as Elizabeth, his elbow grazing hers. She wanted to say something, anything, but she couldn't find the words. She finally settled for a simple:

"How are you doing?"

"I'm fine, and you know it; Beckett told you during the debriefing."

"Well I… I guess I just wanted to hear it from you."

"How are you doing?" he asked in return.

"John, I'm not the one who was captured by Ford's men, then by the Wraith," she replied, turning to face him. "I'm fine too," she finally added, knowing that he was really concerned by her wellbeing. "And how's the rest of your team?"

"Beckett wants to keep them for the night just to be sure but they're okay."

"I'm glad to hear it."

Silence once again fell upon them but it was not a comfortable one, like they're used to. John felt that something was bothering her, but he didn't know what. He didn't like seeing her like this and not being able to help her. Knowing that she wouldn't tell him, he asked her directly.

"What makes you think that something is bothering me?" she replied.

"I know you, Elizabeth, and I saw it in your eyes. So, what is it?"

"It's not important, really."

"I know you're lying," he said, looking into her eyes, "and I don't know why. I thought we were friends…"

"We are!" she denied his statement vehemently.

He sighed, his eyes falling on the ground before their gaze locked once more.

"Then, why don't you trust me with this? You know you could tell me everything."

He turned away from her, and walked towards the door. Elizabeth wanted to stop him, to tell him what was in her mind but she couldn't. The door closed behind him and her eyes returned to the darkness before her.

"I wish I could tell you this, John," she whispered.

She sighed, leaning once more on the railing, missing his presence. Yes, she trusted him; hell, she trusted him with her life! But, she couldn't tell him what she was thinking; she couldn't confess to him that during his absence something changed. She couldn't confess to him what she admitted to herself just a few hours prior. He couldn't know now that what she felt about him was different from her feelings for the rest of his team. She couldn't tell him because for the first time in her life, she couldn't find the words.

Dr Elizabeth Weir, diplomat, just couldn't tell Lieutenant-Colonel John Sheppard that she was in love with him.