nosophoros

Copyright 2008 Susan Walker (aka SuzieB)

All characters of StarGate and StarGate Atlantis belong to their respective writers and MGM. This is a work of fan fiction. I just want to play with them for awhile.

Chapter 2.

Elizabeth Weir woke up with a start. She lay very still, listening, straining her ears to catch whatever sound had broken through to her dreams. But she knew there wasn’t any use. There was nothing there. Nothing but her own fear and the pain of losing the man that had become more than just the expedition's military leader.

“No.” She choked back a sob. “I won’t do it. Not again.” She closed her eyes and rolled over on her side, pulling the thin sheet up around her neck.

She took a deep breath, breathing in the scent of the ocean that wafted in through the open window, willing herself to rest even if it was just for a little while. But she knew that there wasn’t going to be any rest for her.

Finally she gave up. Sitting up she pushed back the covers and sat up on the edge of the bed, shivering a little when her bare feet touched the cold floor.

Tucking her feet into a pair of slippers she got up from the bed, throwing an old shawl around her shoulders as she padded quietly to the window. She pushed back the curtain. Usually just the sight of the moonlight shining like a silver ribbon across the ocean helped to calm her nerves, helped her to think. Helped her to calm her mind enough to think through whatever problem of the moment was plaguing her mind.

But tonight there was no calm for anyone in Atlantis. No calm for anyone except the man in the room where no one wanted to go.

“Damn.” She leaned her forehead against the cool glass. A tear slid down her cheek and she let it fall, warm and heavy on a tee shirt already damp from the sweat of her dreams.

Dreams. Now that was a laugh. She raised her arm, using the edge of the shawl to wipe her face. They were more like nightmares than dreams.

She turned and looked at her desk. Her lap top was still open, a note pad filled with scribbled and then scratched out notes still lying beside it. They were things she wanted to say. Things she thought might help his blood family back on Earth.

But now the hell could she even say something to help them when she couldn’t even help herself?

Angrily, she turned her head. She didn’t want to look at it, didn’t even want to think about it. But who was she really angry with?

The Iratus bug that had taken him away from all of them or herself for not being able to do anything except stand there helplessly and watch Carson and his team fight to save the Major’s life?

“Elizabeth?”

The sound of Carson’s voice nearly made her jump out of her skin. Carson’s voice was soft but there was something about his tone that suddenly made her feel even colder.

Her fingers were trembling when she picked up the head set and placed it to her ear. “Carson, what’s wrong?”

“Elizabeth…” There was a catch in his voice, a deep sigh that sounded almost like a sob. “Elizabeth, I think you need to come to the…to the infirmary…” His voice caught again. “I think you need to come down now. It’s the Major…Elizabeth…I…I don’t know how to explain it.”

“Carson…” She gripped the edge of the desk, her fingers digging into the metal. For a while moment she thought that he was going to tell her that it had all been a mistake. That Sheppard was still alive. That Sheppard was down there right now, wrapped up like a mummy and laughing his ass off at the joke he’d played on all of them.

“Elizabeth…just come down here.” His voice sounded strange. “Just get here as quickly as you can.”

“Carson-“ But he’d already broken the connection.