Title: Ancient Treasure
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heimedall and angelsdee
Pairing: Elizabeth/John
Season/Spoiler: None, but set in season 3
Rating: NC-17
Beta:angelsdee
Disclaimer: I don't own them, I just play with them.
Summary: John finds out something unexpected about Elizabeth and somehow, its all Rodney's fault!
Notes: This story is seriosuly old, I think I started writting it last summer but never got around to finish it. There is no real connection to season 3, I guess you could call it an alternate story, so be nice :)
Chapter 1
John stood in the middle of the control room and watched Rodney make his way across the gate room and up the stairs towards him.
'Hey,' the scientist said and looked around before turning back to John, 'where's Elizabeth?'
'I was just waiting for someone to come to command so I could go find out,' John replied before patting Rodney on the shoulder and walking away.
He made his way easily through the city, nodding to people as he passed and stopping for a moment to have a quick conversation with Teyla as she moved towards the Gym. He figured Elizabeth had simply slept in and didn't hurry to wake her, he above all else knew she needed the rest.
He reached her room and activated the chime, he turned to look down the hall and smiled to Radek as he passed before turning back to eye the door with suspicion. He rang the chime again and waited, quickly becoming impatient with his leader.
'Elizabeth,' he called but still no reply came, 'Elizabeth,' he called again now growing slightly concerned that she wasn't answering.
He reached out; hesitating for a moment then opened her door to step inside. The bed ahead of him told him she had slept in it; the covers strewn across it as if she'd hurriedly made her way out of its comfort.
'Elizabeth,' he tried again, but heard nothing. The room was empty; she could have just got out of bed late, quickly dressed and left.
He turned ready to leave and spotted her clothes piled neatly on the chair beside him, he had originally had his back to it. John turned back to the main room and moved quickly towards the only other door.
'Elizabeth,' he called through it, he had absolutely no desire to step into the bathroom and find her in the shower. He paused, listening closely for any sounds, but heard silence. John closed his eyes and pulled in a deep breath before reaching out to open the door.
He stepped in and took in the room, sparsely decorated like the rest of the room, her bath and washing items in place and towels hooked on the wall.
On the floor by the toilet however, was Elizabeth, her limp body lay unconscious and dressed only in a very tight pair of black shorts and a string strapped top that hugged her upper body. Any other time and John was sure he would have been turned on by the outfit.
He moved quickly, reaching her side and taking in her appearance head to toe. He reached up and activated his radio to call Carson when he spotted something that didn't seem quite right.
'Carson, I need you in Elizabeth's room, NOW!'
John kneeled down beside her as the doctor replied and tentatively reached out, his hand brushing lightly across her stomach; the black shorts were tucked underneath it as it rose ever so slightly from her body.
He was imagining it, he was sure of it; perhaps her stomach had always been like that.
John carefully reached down to Elizabeth; he tucked one hand under her head and pulled her close to his body, resting her head on his shoulder before slipping the other under her knees and pulling her from the floor.
He carried her out into the main room and laid her carefully on the bed before returning to the bathroom and wetting a washcloth. John brushed the damp cloth lightly across her face, realising for the first time why she was in the bathroom, the remnants of vomit played slightly on her lips.
The door slid open moments later and Carson hurried inside followed by a nurse. 'I found her in the bathroom,' John explained before catching Carson's eye.
'I knew she wasn't feeling well, she wouldn't let me examine her, just kept telling me she was tired.'
He looked away as Carson began to examine her, only to turn back a second later as he heard a soft groan, John focused in time to see Elizabeth push Carson away and promptly vomit over the side of her bed. His instincts kicked in and John quickly reached out take hold of her hip to stop her from rolling off the side.
Eventually she pushed back and John eased her back down onto the bed, her eyes open and fix on him for a moment before she let them drift shut.
'What's wrong with her?' he asks Carson.
'Possibly just the stomach flu,' the doctor replies, listening to Elizabeth's chest through his stethoscope. 'Let's move her to the infirmary and do some tests.'
John pulled back as Carson continues and made his way across the room to the small cupboard and took out a blanket, he turned back to find the nurse busy cleaning the floor beside Elizabeth's bed and Carson finishing his short examination.
He moved to the bed stopping at her side as Carson packs away his things, then draped the blanket over her making sure to completely cover her before he lifted her off the bed and once again holding her close to his chest.
As they walked the corridor a soft muttering began, people seeing Elizabeth unconscious in John's arms seemed to bring about a certain amount of worry. John ignored them, fixing his mind on his need to reach the infirmary.
'There you are,' Rodney called as he spotted them passing a turn in the corridor, 'wh… what's wrong with Elizabeth?' he asked catching up and spotting his unconscious leader wrapped in a blanket.
'That's why we're heading for the infirmary, Rodney,' John snapped as he pushed passed the scientist to carry on walking.
'Well, is she going to be okay?' he asked following them.
'Again with the infirmary Rodney,' John shot back over his shoulder. He turned the final corner at the end and left Rodney behind.
~~**~~
John paced the medical bay impatiently as Carson put Elizabeth though several tests. He'd heard a mad rush at some point, with Carson stopping a nurse from giving her a drug he'd ordered seemingly moments before it was done.
The doctor emerged a few moments later looking confused and slightly dazed; he watched the nurses shift the bed and push it away to a private area of the hospital before he turned his attention back to Beckett.
'I think we should go somewhere private,' Carson said, his tone of voice making John think it was something serious. He led Carson down the corridor from the infirmary and stepped into the nearest room.
'What's wrong?' he asked worried that Carson was going to tell him Elizabeth was dying.
'Technically, she's fine, exhaustion is making her ill, but she also hasn't been eating properly and she's slightly dehydrated,' Carson explained, 'I don't know if you noticed that her stomach was swollen,' Carson waited as John nodded, 'I thought it was just a stomach bug to begin with.'
'But it's not?' John asked seeing the apprehension on the doctor's face. 'Carson,' he spat after a short silence.
'I'm not entirely sure I should be telling you this,' the doctor said.
'She's the leader of this city, Carson, if she's ill, I'm next in line and I need to know how long she's gonna be out for.'
'Okay,' Carson said somewhat resigned to the fact. 'She's pregnant, Colonel,' he said.
'What?' John stood stunned, 'How? When?'
'I won't know those answers until she's awake,' Carson said, 'but from what I can tell, she's somewhere between three and a half and four months along.'
~~**~~
John sat beside her bed in the infirmary, watching her for a moment as she forces her eyes to stay open, fighting the exhaustion that was spread thickly though her body.
'Why didn't you tell me, Elizabeth,' John asked softly, 'for that matter, why didn't you tell Carson?'
'SGC. IOA,' she told him, the grogginess evident in the effort to speak. John looked down as her hand began to glide across her stomach. 'I'm sorry,' she whispered to him, watching his rapt attention as she spread her hand over the small bump of her belly. John moved his eyes back to her face with a small smile.
'You still should have told someone, me, Carson, Teyla, even Doctor Heightmeyer,' he said, 'you've been worrying too much, put too much stress on your body.'
He sighed, his eyes drifting back down to her hand as it slid easily across her belly, he would love for the child to be his, to be able to reach down now and run just one finger across the base of the swell. He was fighting off this urge along with the one that screamed in his head to ask who the father was; he wanted to know who she had taken an interest in that was better than him.
'Go back to sleep Elizabeth,' he whispered, 'we can figure this out in a day or two.'
~~**~~
'John,' Teyla said stepping into Elizabeth's office and looking cautiously at her commander.
'Hey Teyla,' he replied not looking away from the computer in front of him, 'what's up?'
'Is Elizabeth well?'
'She will be,' John said with a heavy sigh, 'she's just exhausted, stressed and not eating properly,' John explained, not adding the real problem. 'She'll be back in a few days, week at most.'
Teyla reached behind her and activated the control to close the door before moving to sit in a chair facing him. John's eyes raised to her at the action and he quirked an eyebrow in question.
'There is a rumour circulating the city,' Teyla begun carefully, 'they are saying that Elizabeth is pregnant,' John tried to keep his expression questioning, 'they are also suggesting that the child belongs to you, several of the woman are convinced that you and she have been having a... secret relationship for some time now.'
'There are always rumours about me and Elizabeth,' John said pointedly, 'you know that.'
Teyla bowed her head slightly, taking this answer to mean it was all a lie, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off with Elizabeth and had been for some time.
'Is none of it true?' she asked considering that he would not take kindly to the request. 'I only ask because I have noticed some changes in Elizabeth's behaviour lately, she had changed what and how she wears her clothes, spends as little time talking as possible and...'
'She's pregnant,' John cut her off, 'but unless I've managed to sleepwalk my way to Elizabeth's room in the middle of the night... that baby isn't mine.'
Teyla smiled at the thought of his suggestion of sleepwalking, but the smile vanished as he had said the baby wasn't his, the bitterness in his voice was only too evident.
'She hasn't been awake long enough to say anything more than a few words. Carson's gonna let me know if she tells him anything.'
As he finished talking he looked up to see Carson moving through the control room towards him, he slowed down at the sight of the door closed and John had to motion for him to come in before the man would cross the bridge.
Teyla caught the action and rose to leave; she was stopped by John as Carson stepped in and raised her eyebrows at him in question.
'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. I tried to contact you via the radio, but there was no answer.'
'It is okay Carson, I was just leaving,' Teyla said and made her way from the room before John could stop her.
~~**~~
John looked around the room of senior personnel, each one of them relaxed and pleased, enjoying lively conversation with the person next to them, he stood behind his seat and eyed the empty one to his right, he didn't see the one person he really wanted to talk to right now.
John had agreed with Carson, that until they figured this out, Elizabeth would remain in the infirmary, the information she had given him yesterday was impossible, and John couldn't believe he was about to repeat the whole thing over again to everyone in the room.
'Sheppard,' Ronon nudged him in the side and John looked hastily around at the expectant faces.
'I said, are we starting this meeting any time soon, or are you going to continue to stare at Elizabeth's chair?' Rodney repeated now that he had the Colonel's attention.
He sat down slowly, taking his time in order to gather his thoughts, to compose his sentence before he'd have to dive into the shark pit and answer a million and one questions. It was easier, he thought, that one of the people in the room already knew some of what he had to say, but he wasn't completely sure Teyla would be any help against the questions Rodney and Zelenka could ask.
He swallowed cautiously still biding his time and finding that there was only one way to get it all over with, and that was to dive in from the high board.
'Elizabeth's pregnant.'
'What? When? How? Who?'
'You need a picture McKay?' Ronon asked sarcastically.
'No!' Rodney exclaimed giving the large man a horrified and disgusted look.
'She doesn't know the answer to any of those questions,' John interjected before Ronon could come up with a retort for Rodney.
'She doesn't know who the father is?' Radek asked raising his eyebrows.
'No, she can account for all of her time since we arrived here three years ago. She says she hasn't had that kind of... opportunity at all.'
Silence fell and John was momentarily caught between being thankful for no questions and wishing someone would say something.
'Could someone have attacked her?' Teyla asked after a few minutes. 'There was a story among my people for some time of a woman who was taken against her will, she blocked the event from her memory seconds after it had happened and no one ever found out about it until she came face to face with her attacker.'
'Elizabeth doesn't think that's possible, but I'm not taking any chances, we need to find out where this... baby came from.'
'How exactly do you plan to do that?' Rodney said sarcastically.
'That why you're all here,' John said, 'Carson can only help so far as telling us how old the baby is at the moment, he has to wait a week or so more before he can take a DNA sample and start comparisons.'
'Aren't there security cameras in the corridors for the sleeping area?' Ronon asked in his usual lazy manner.
'If Carson can tell us when,' Teyla began, following the Satedan's line of thinking, 'we can look back on the cameras and see who entered her room around that time.'
'Good,' John said pleased that someone had thought of something. 'Teyla, perhaps you could...'
'Of course.'
'Any other ideas?'
'Other than checking all the cameras for everywhere Elizabeth's been, no,' Rodney said with a yawn.
'Is there anyone in the city with a grudge against Elizabeth?' Radek asked.
'Not anymore, we got rid of that brain dead scientist a long time ago; no one else seems to have a problem,' John said and looked around as silence fell again. 'OK, let's work from the time frame Carson gives, if Teyla doesn't find anything on the video footage, we'll start looking at any other option we can find.'
The group nodded and moved from the room, Ronon moving close to Teyla and John guessed he was offering to help her. He stayed in his seat for a while more, his day slowly getting worse and his week turning into something massively horrible.
He was now in command of the whole city, and on top of this, he had to control an investigation and keep all the information about Elizabeth and their findings hidden from the SGC until they had an answer. Things couldn't possible get any worse.
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Author:
heimedall and angelsdeePairing: Elizabeth/John
Season/Spoiler: None, but set in season 3
Rating: NC-17
Beta:
angelsdeeDisclaimer: I don't own them, I just play with them.
Summary: John finds out something unexpected about Elizabeth and somehow, its all Rodney's fault!
Notes: This story is seriosuly old, I think I started writting it last summer but never got around to finish it. There is no real connection to season 3, I guess you could call it an alternate story, so be nice :)
Chapter 1
John stood in the middle of the control room and watched Rodney make his way across the gate room and up the stairs towards him.
'Hey,' the scientist said and looked around before turning back to John, 'where's Elizabeth?'
'I was just waiting for someone to come to command so I could go find out,' John replied before patting Rodney on the shoulder and walking away.
He made his way easily through the city, nodding to people as he passed and stopping for a moment to have a quick conversation with Teyla as she moved towards the Gym. He figured Elizabeth had simply slept in and didn't hurry to wake her, he above all else knew she needed the rest.
He reached her room and activated the chime, he turned to look down the hall and smiled to Radek as he passed before turning back to eye the door with suspicion. He rang the chime again and waited, quickly becoming impatient with his leader.
'Elizabeth,' he called but still no reply came, 'Elizabeth,' he called again now growing slightly concerned that she wasn't answering.
He reached out; hesitating for a moment then opened her door to step inside. The bed ahead of him told him she had slept in it; the covers strewn across it as if she'd hurriedly made her way out of its comfort.
'Elizabeth,' he tried again, but heard nothing. The room was empty; she could have just got out of bed late, quickly dressed and left.
He turned ready to leave and spotted her clothes piled neatly on the chair beside him, he had originally had his back to it. John turned back to the main room and moved quickly towards the only other door.
'Elizabeth,' he called through it, he had absolutely no desire to step into the bathroom and find her in the shower. He paused, listening closely for any sounds, but heard silence. John closed his eyes and pulled in a deep breath before reaching out to open the door.
He stepped in and took in the room, sparsely decorated like the rest of the room, her bath and washing items in place and towels hooked on the wall.
On the floor by the toilet however, was Elizabeth, her limp body lay unconscious and dressed only in a very tight pair of black shorts and a string strapped top that hugged her upper body. Any other time and John was sure he would have been turned on by the outfit.
He moved quickly, reaching her side and taking in her appearance head to toe. He reached up and activated his radio to call Carson when he spotted something that didn't seem quite right.
'Carson, I need you in Elizabeth's room, NOW!'
John kneeled down beside her as the doctor replied and tentatively reached out, his hand brushing lightly across her stomach; the black shorts were tucked underneath it as it rose ever so slightly from her body.
He was imagining it, he was sure of it; perhaps her stomach had always been like that.
John carefully reached down to Elizabeth; he tucked one hand under her head and pulled her close to his body, resting her head on his shoulder before slipping the other under her knees and pulling her from the floor.
He carried her out into the main room and laid her carefully on the bed before returning to the bathroom and wetting a washcloth. John brushed the damp cloth lightly across her face, realising for the first time why she was in the bathroom, the remnants of vomit played slightly on her lips.
The door slid open moments later and Carson hurried inside followed by a nurse. 'I found her in the bathroom,' John explained before catching Carson's eye.
'I knew she wasn't feeling well, she wouldn't let me examine her, just kept telling me she was tired.'
He looked away as Carson began to examine her, only to turn back a second later as he heard a soft groan, John focused in time to see Elizabeth push Carson away and promptly vomit over the side of her bed. His instincts kicked in and John quickly reached out take hold of her hip to stop her from rolling off the side.
Eventually she pushed back and John eased her back down onto the bed, her eyes open and fix on him for a moment before she let them drift shut.
'What's wrong with her?' he asks Carson.
'Possibly just the stomach flu,' the doctor replies, listening to Elizabeth's chest through his stethoscope. 'Let's move her to the infirmary and do some tests.'
John pulled back as Carson continues and made his way across the room to the small cupboard and took out a blanket, he turned back to find the nurse busy cleaning the floor beside Elizabeth's bed and Carson finishing his short examination.
He moved to the bed stopping at her side as Carson packs away his things, then draped the blanket over her making sure to completely cover her before he lifted her off the bed and once again holding her close to his chest.
As they walked the corridor a soft muttering began, people seeing Elizabeth unconscious in John's arms seemed to bring about a certain amount of worry. John ignored them, fixing his mind on his need to reach the infirmary.
'There you are,' Rodney called as he spotted them passing a turn in the corridor, 'wh… what's wrong with Elizabeth?' he asked catching up and spotting his unconscious leader wrapped in a blanket.
'That's why we're heading for the infirmary, Rodney,' John snapped as he pushed passed the scientist to carry on walking.
'Well, is she going to be okay?' he asked following them.
'Again with the infirmary Rodney,' John shot back over his shoulder. He turned the final corner at the end and left Rodney behind.
~~**~~
John paced the medical bay impatiently as Carson put Elizabeth though several tests. He'd heard a mad rush at some point, with Carson stopping a nurse from giving her a drug he'd ordered seemingly moments before it was done.
The doctor emerged a few moments later looking confused and slightly dazed; he watched the nurses shift the bed and push it away to a private area of the hospital before he turned his attention back to Beckett.
'I think we should go somewhere private,' Carson said, his tone of voice making John think it was something serious. He led Carson down the corridor from the infirmary and stepped into the nearest room.
'What's wrong?' he asked worried that Carson was going to tell him Elizabeth was dying.
'Technically, she's fine, exhaustion is making her ill, but she also hasn't been eating properly and she's slightly dehydrated,' Carson explained, 'I don't know if you noticed that her stomach was swollen,' Carson waited as John nodded, 'I thought it was just a stomach bug to begin with.'
'But it's not?' John asked seeing the apprehension on the doctor's face. 'Carson,' he spat after a short silence.
'I'm not entirely sure I should be telling you this,' the doctor said.
'She's the leader of this city, Carson, if she's ill, I'm next in line and I need to know how long she's gonna be out for.'
'Okay,' Carson said somewhat resigned to the fact. 'She's pregnant, Colonel,' he said.
'What?' John stood stunned, 'How? When?'
'I won't know those answers until she's awake,' Carson said, 'but from what I can tell, she's somewhere between three and a half and four months along.'
~~**~~
John sat beside her bed in the infirmary, watching her for a moment as she forces her eyes to stay open, fighting the exhaustion that was spread thickly though her body.
'Why didn't you tell me, Elizabeth,' John asked softly, 'for that matter, why didn't you tell Carson?'
'SGC. IOA,' she told him, the grogginess evident in the effort to speak. John looked down as her hand began to glide across her stomach. 'I'm sorry,' she whispered to him, watching his rapt attention as she spread her hand over the small bump of her belly. John moved his eyes back to her face with a small smile.
'You still should have told someone, me, Carson, Teyla, even Doctor Heightmeyer,' he said, 'you've been worrying too much, put too much stress on your body.'
He sighed, his eyes drifting back down to her hand as it slid easily across her belly, he would love for the child to be his, to be able to reach down now and run just one finger across the base of the swell. He was fighting off this urge along with the one that screamed in his head to ask who the father was; he wanted to know who she had taken an interest in that was better than him.
'Go back to sleep Elizabeth,' he whispered, 'we can figure this out in a day or two.'
~~**~~
'John,' Teyla said stepping into Elizabeth's office and looking cautiously at her commander.
'Hey Teyla,' he replied not looking away from the computer in front of him, 'what's up?'
'Is Elizabeth well?'
'She will be,' John said with a heavy sigh, 'she's just exhausted, stressed and not eating properly,' John explained, not adding the real problem. 'She'll be back in a few days, week at most.'
Teyla reached behind her and activated the control to close the door before moving to sit in a chair facing him. John's eyes raised to her at the action and he quirked an eyebrow in question.
'There is a rumour circulating the city,' Teyla begun carefully, 'they are saying that Elizabeth is pregnant,' John tried to keep his expression questioning, 'they are also suggesting that the child belongs to you, several of the woman are convinced that you and she have been having a... secret relationship for some time now.'
'There are always rumours about me and Elizabeth,' John said pointedly, 'you know that.'
Teyla bowed her head slightly, taking this answer to mean it was all a lie, but she couldn't shake the feeling that something was off with Elizabeth and had been for some time.
'Is none of it true?' she asked considering that he would not take kindly to the request. 'I only ask because I have noticed some changes in Elizabeth's behaviour lately, she had changed what and how she wears her clothes, spends as little time talking as possible and...'
'She's pregnant,' John cut her off, 'but unless I've managed to sleepwalk my way to Elizabeth's room in the middle of the night... that baby isn't mine.'
Teyla smiled at the thought of his suggestion of sleepwalking, but the smile vanished as he had said the baby wasn't his, the bitterness in his voice was only too evident.
'She hasn't been awake long enough to say anything more than a few words. Carson's gonna let me know if she tells him anything.'
As he finished talking he looked up to see Carson moving through the control room towards him, he slowed down at the sight of the door closed and John had to motion for him to come in before the man would cross the bridge.
Teyla caught the action and rose to leave; she was stopped by John as Carson stepped in and raised her eyebrows at him in question.
'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt. I tried to contact you via the radio, but there was no answer.'
'It is okay Carson, I was just leaving,' Teyla said and made her way from the room before John could stop her.
~~**~~
John looked around the room of senior personnel, each one of them relaxed and pleased, enjoying lively conversation with the person next to them, he stood behind his seat and eyed the empty one to his right, he didn't see the one person he really wanted to talk to right now.
John had agreed with Carson, that until they figured this out, Elizabeth would remain in the infirmary, the information she had given him yesterday was impossible, and John couldn't believe he was about to repeat the whole thing over again to everyone in the room.
'Sheppard,' Ronon nudged him in the side and John looked hastily around at the expectant faces.
'I said, are we starting this meeting any time soon, or are you going to continue to stare at Elizabeth's chair?' Rodney repeated now that he had the Colonel's attention.
He sat down slowly, taking his time in order to gather his thoughts, to compose his sentence before he'd have to dive into the shark pit and answer a million and one questions. It was easier, he thought, that one of the people in the room already knew some of what he had to say, but he wasn't completely sure Teyla would be any help against the questions Rodney and Zelenka could ask.
He swallowed cautiously still biding his time and finding that there was only one way to get it all over with, and that was to dive in from the high board.
'Elizabeth's pregnant.'
'What? When? How? Who?'
'You need a picture McKay?' Ronon asked sarcastically.
'No!' Rodney exclaimed giving the large man a horrified and disgusted look.
'She doesn't know the answer to any of those questions,' John interjected before Ronon could come up with a retort for Rodney.
'She doesn't know who the father is?' Radek asked raising his eyebrows.
'No, she can account for all of her time since we arrived here three years ago. She says she hasn't had that kind of... opportunity at all.'
Silence fell and John was momentarily caught between being thankful for no questions and wishing someone would say something.
'Could someone have attacked her?' Teyla asked after a few minutes. 'There was a story among my people for some time of a woman who was taken against her will, she blocked the event from her memory seconds after it had happened and no one ever found out about it until she came face to face with her attacker.'
'Elizabeth doesn't think that's possible, but I'm not taking any chances, we need to find out where this... baby came from.'
'How exactly do you plan to do that?' Rodney said sarcastically.
'That why you're all here,' John said, 'Carson can only help so far as telling us how old the baby is at the moment, he has to wait a week or so more before he can take a DNA sample and start comparisons.'
'Aren't there security cameras in the corridors for the sleeping area?' Ronon asked in his usual lazy manner.
'If Carson can tell us when,' Teyla began, following the Satedan's line of thinking, 'we can look back on the cameras and see who entered her room around that time.'
'Good,' John said pleased that someone had thought of something. 'Teyla, perhaps you could...'
'Of course.'
'Any other ideas?'
'Other than checking all the cameras for everywhere Elizabeth's been, no,' Rodney said with a yawn.
'Is there anyone in the city with a grudge against Elizabeth?' Radek asked.
'Not anymore, we got rid of that brain dead scientist a long time ago; no one else seems to have a problem,' John said and looked around as silence fell again. 'OK, let's work from the time frame Carson gives, if Teyla doesn't find anything on the video footage, we'll start looking at any other option we can find.'
The group nodded and moved from the room, Ronon moving close to Teyla and John guessed he was offering to help her. He stayed in his seat for a while more, his day slowly getting worse and his week turning into something massively horrible.
He was now in command of the whole city, and on top of this, he had to control an investigation and keep all the information about Elizabeth and their findings hidden from the SGC until they had an answer. Things couldn't possible get any worse.
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