Title: Ancient Treasure
Author: 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 :)

Previous Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

Chapter 11
'Her due date is three days away,' Radek voiced in a careful whisper.

'I know,' Chuck replied seemingly very aware that Elizabeth was sitting only a few feet away. She had decided on the control room as the chairs had much stronger backs to them than her office one did.

Her laptop was open on the console in front of her, the latest report file open and what she was currently attempting to read. Radek had come up to command on his shift rotation, something the senior staff had set up to start when she had hit eight months.

It had been Carson and John's hope that at this point, she would be reasonable enough to stop working and stay in her room or sit comfortably somewhere in the city. It had lasted all of three days and then she had started to come up to command when certain people were here.

John, obviously and Ronon or Teyla, but this was the first time she'd been here for the back end of Lorne's shift and the start of Radek's.

Today however, it was because something was different. She'd been awake most of the night, unable to sleep with John and his team off world, her back had started to twinge early in the morning and she had felt the baby shift lower in her stomach than normal.

She stretched her back and took a deep breath only to release it slowly, throughout the morning with Lorne she'd become a master at hiding her discomfort. For months she'd been getting ready for this, on the first visit of the Daedalus after Ambassadors Hurst and Miles had left, Jack had sent books for her to read, "What to expect when you're expecting" and "Baby Basics : A Guide for New Parents".

She'd read them a few times over by now, taken in every piece of information they provided and listened to the horror stories of what happened to the families of those around her.

She thought she was ready, considered that there was no way she could be any more prepared. Carson had explained how it would be on the actual day. Two doctors and a nurse in the room because Carson refused not to be there and he didn't know exactly what to do, and any two people she wanted.

"Carson, Kelly, Emily, John and Teyla," she thought to herself and took another deep breath before returning to the report she was reading.

It must have been a good fifteen minutes later when the gate began to dial and Elizabeth looked up at it and then over at Radek. She had not interfered with Evan when he was here earlier and she would not get in the way of Radek either. She simply didn't want to sit alone.

'Colonel Sheppard's IDC,' Chuck said not looking away from the screen. Elizabeth guessed he didn't know where to look, her or Radek.

'Let them in,' Radek said as she continued to read, or pretend to read, the report.

She waited, raising only her eyebrow as the sound of the shield shutting off met her ears and then the first person stepped through. Footsteps across the gate room told her that whoever stepped through first hadn't stopped to look around.

'What are you doing here?' John snapped and Elizabeth turned her head to give him a pleading look. 'Never mind,' he said, 'we have a sort of problem.'

'A "sort of" problem?'

'Maybe we should go to the conference room for this,' John said moving over and helping her to her feet. She followed him across the room making sure Radek was following the group too.

She moved slowly, letting Radek overtake her and was thankful that no one stopped to look back for her as another small pain pulled at her back and she had to take several breaths to control it.

'The Gemlan's are requesting a meeting with our leader,' John said as she eased herself down into the nearest chair. 'I told them I couldn't arrange that just yet.'

'Tried not to tell them why, but they managed to guess that you were pregnant,' Ronon added.

'Right,' he gave Ronon a stern look as if to say he hadn't wanted to mention that.

'So what's the problem?' She asked getting impatient.

'Well putting them off was easy, they're happy to wait a few months then come and visit us, under our rules and regulations of course.'

'But?'

'They run on a monarchy,' Rodney spat derisively, 'and they are stupid enough to think everyone else does too.'

'The Wraith do,' Ronon shot in his direction and Elizabeth used the distraction to ease through her current contraction.

'In short,' John interrupted giving them both a stern look, 'they want to come and meet the Queen of Atlantis.'

'The Queen?' Elizabeth said with a raised brow. 'I don't think me posing as a Queen is going to go down too well with the expedition members, or the SGC for that matter,' she gave a short laugh and looked around the room. 'What?'

'They have vast amounts of food to trade, as well as medical supplies and Ancient technology that they cannot use,' Teyla put in carefully.

'They've also managed to create their own weapon that will target only wraith ships,' John took over and then broke into a grin. 'It shoots on its own when it detects them.'

'They are willing to share how to make this?' Radek asked just as eagerly as John had suggested.

'Not just how to make and repair,' John said showing more joy in this idea than Elizabeth had ever seen, 'they'll help us make the first one and give us the supplies to do it.'

'But only if they can meet you,' Teyla pointed out. 'Elizabeth?'

She ignored it, concentrating for a moment on the wave of pain that started pushing from her back towards the front of her stomach. Elizabeth dropped her head and sucked in a quiet breath and began to release it quietly.

'Elizabeth?' John's voice penetrated her skull like a fog horn, 'what is it? What's wrong?'

'Nothing,' she said shortly attempting to control her breathing and ignore all the eyes on her, 'my back's just starting to hurt a lot.'

'Elizabeth,' John said unconvinced.

'I've been in labor for three hours,' she admitted quietly.

'Whoa,' Rodney bellowed from across the room and he and Radek moved to their feet quickly. 'Whoa, whoa and double whoa!'

'You didn't tell me that,' Radek barked before starting to mutter in Czech.

'You didn't tell anyone?' John said getting up and unlike Rodney who now stood watching her and Radek who stood babbling to himself he started pace the small area around him. 'Did you tell Carson or Kelly?'

Elizabeth shook her head watching him as he took in her answer and turned to thump his way back across the room and shove the door open.

'John,' Teyla called before following him from the room. Rodney and Radek left moments later.

Elizabeth dropped her head, she knew John would panic when she told him, if she was honest with herself, she knew most of the people around her would start to worry that something could go wrong. It was the reason she didn't say anything.

In order to stop her own rising panic of what was to come, she had kept it quiet. Telling anyone would have meant a visit to the infirmary and that was the last place she wanted to be right now.

'You okay?'

Elizabeth looked up as Ronon caught her attention, she hadn't realise he had stayed in the room. She nodded mutely at him, not knowing what to say now that everyone seemed annoyed with her.

'You didn't want people to know?'

'I didn't want to end up confined to the infirmary with everyone watching me,' she corrected, 'I've read and been told that this could take anywhere from eight to twelve hours.'

'That's a long time,' he said simply, 'especially stuck in one room.'

'Yes it is,' she said with a small laugh as she ran her hand down over her bulging stomach. 'I should go and find John,' she said pushing up to her feet and pausing to control the pain of her latest contraction.

'Thirteen minutes,' Ronon said, and she looked up at him, 'they're thirteen minutes apart.'

'They time the gap on Sateda too?'

'No,' he said with a grin, 'Sheppard was telling me how people on Earth deal with childbirth while we were on our way back.'

'Did he tell you at what point I have no choice but to go to the infirmary?'

'Five minutes,' he said following her from the room.

'Have you ever been through this?' She asked as she navigated the stairs down from the control room.

'Nope, on Sateda, the woman has three close friends who stay with her from the moment it starts until the doctor lets the father in.'

'So you miss everything?'

'Pretty much,' he said with a shrug. He stayed with her as they made their way over the bridge to her room. 'I wouldn't have a clue what to do,' he admitted as she stopped a few steps from their destination to take a deep breath.

She could feel his eyes on her as she thought back over the increasing pain, it wasn't painful enough yet that she needed support, but it was getting close and her back was taking its toll.

Before she could move again, the door ahead opened and John emerged followed closely by Kelly.

'What the hell do you think you're doing?' John snapped at her.

'Colonel,' Kelly warned him for his tone, 'its fine, she can walk around, in fact it's encouraged.'

'It is?' Ronon questioned.

'Yes, it helps progress things,' she explained, 'a warm bath, a good walk with short breaks, something to eat to keep her energy up,' she continued, 'and lots and lots of water.'

'Sounds good to me,' Elizabeth said with a thankful smile at the doctor.

'Let me check your progress then you can do as much of that as you like,' Kelly said taking Elizabeth's arm and placing a hand firmly on her lower back. 'And from this moment on, you need someone with you at all times.'

~~**~~

John tried hard not to wince as Elizabeth dug her nails into his palm; the pain she was in was undoubtedly more than his. At that moment in time, she had her back to him and she was leaning forward slightly as the pain of her latest contraction washed over her. He couldn't fathom how much this must hurt, in all honesty he didn't want to; this was something he was thankful he'd never have to deal with.

'Eight minutes,' he said calmly in her ear as she leaned back against him. It had been six hours since he'd got back and found out she was in labor, six hours since Kelly had checked her over, deemed her three centimetres dilated and told her to have a warm bath, a long walk and lunch.

She'd done that, started with the bath, with John at her side, he'd had fun washing her belly, drawing his fingers down the few stretch marks she had.

After that and the slow and drawn out process of drying and dressing, he'd switched with Teyla for a few hours, having to take his shift in the control room that she had insisted he keep to.

He knew, as he'd been told when they switched back, that they'd spent most of their time on the various balconies of the populated section of the city. He didn't know why she hadn't wandered around, talked to people then, instead of waiting for him. It made it harder now that her contraction time was really low, she couldn't stay in any one room long enough to hold a full conversation.

People were also now very cautious around her. They moved off as soon as possible, the men quicker than the rest and John noticed most of the military personnel were avoiding them altogether; them and Rodney and Radek.

Along with that, she was now easily frustrated with the smallest things. He suspected she was nearing that wonderful stage he'd heard all about, where this was entirely his fault and she wanted it over with this second. One thing he'd learned quickly about Elizabeth Weir was that she didn't like waiting.

He followed her as she pushed away from him and moved into the nearby lab. He looked around the room and noted that the two people she probably wanted to talk to were nowhere in sight.

Now he was positive Rodney and Radek were avoiding them. She took a deep breath and moved back out of the room.

'I need to sit down,' she said offering him her hand. He told hold of the hand and then her arm firmly just above the elbow and started to guide her away from the lab.

'Then how about we go get lunch, then go back to our room?'

'Sounds good, can we just eat in our room?'

'I can't carry food and support you, that'll be messy.'

He loved the small laugh she let out as they rounded the corner and found themselves face to face with Evan Lorne.

'Major,' John said, noticing the sudden uncomfortable flicker that ran across his face.

'Sir, Ma'am,' offered not really turning his head to look at Elizabeth.

'How's it going?' John asked as Lorne shifted from foot to foot.

'I heard Doctor Collins was looking for you, to find out... how it was going,' he vaguely waved a hand in Elizabeth's direction and shifted his glance to the person who walked quickly by.

John was ready to reply and give Lorne his reprieve to escape when he felt her grip tighten on his hand. He turned as the contraction washed over her in full force and she reached out with her other hand to grip Evan.

John checked his watch as she released the shocked military officer and eased her grin on him. He was going to open his mouth, give Evan his escape and tell her the time when she squeezed her eyes closed.

'What?'

'My water just broke,' she said not opening her eyes.

The strangled and disgusted noise from Lorne caught his attention and he turned to look at him. A mixture of fear and disgust played on his face and he looked ready to bolt if she tried to grab him again. John nodded to him and watched as he practically ran past them and down the corridor.

'Maybe we should go to the infirmary now,' John said still keeping his tone calm despite the fact that his heart was pounding wildly in his chest and horrible dread that he was going to suck royally at being a parent.

'No,' she said moving on along the corridor, 'not yet.'

'Elizabeth,' he called. He turned and spotted Teyla waiting not too far away with one of the cleaning crew, he smiled at her before turning and taking off down the corridor after Elizabeth.

John was thankful that the mess hall was relatively empty, they had barely stepped in when another contraction hit and she had to bury her head in his chest to stop from screaming out. He kept a tight hold of her, rubbing his hands across her back where ever he could reach until it passed, he couldn't help but give her an extra squeeze as she let out a small sob as the pain died down.

He looked around, most of the people who were in the room were watching them, a mix of confusion and apprehension in their expressions. There was one woman in the crowd and she looked sympathetically at them and John knew she'd been through this before.

In the far corner, Rodney sat with his back to them and John wondered if he knew they were there or if he'd moved when they came in.

John pulled back from Elizabeth and checked she was alright before he moved over to the counter and picked up two sandwiches and bottles of water. He joined her again and they walked carefully towards the back of the room.

They settled across from Rodney and watched as he struggled between wanting to leave and wanting to stay and finish his lunch.

'Hey,' John said calmly pretending nothing had changed.

'Hey,' Rodney said back and glanced quickly at Elizabeth who was sat directly opposite him. He was clearly uncomfortable with her sitting at the same table and John wondered if he would run when the next contraction hit.

He checked his watch, five minutes and three, four, five seconds had passed since they had stepped in and she'd had her last contraction. It had been six minutes before that and he suspected there would be another one any second now.

As if on cue, Elizabeth reached out and with a firm grip on his arm panted out the pains in her stomach. It took a moment before she realised that her other hand had seized Rodney's arm which he had mistakenly had resting on the table circling his plate.

Her nails were dug in against his bare skin as she tried desperately to keep her breathing and not cry out. The pained look on Rodney's face would have been comical if he hadn't been so worried that Elizabeth was now suffering every five minutes.

'Jesus Christ, you trying to break my arm?' he whined as she let go and leaned against John. 'That really hurt, you have no idea how painful that was.'

'Shut up Rodney,' John said quickly hoping he would keep quiet. Elizabeth had already drawn blood from John's arm earlier that day and had apologised for the next three contractions while attempting not to hold onto him for support. But Rodney was fine; he simply had a slight bruise. 'I think it's time to go now,' he said reaching and massaging her back.

'Don't tell me to shut up, that really hurt,' he said clearly and John watched a few people turn to look at them, 'I'm gonna have to go get this checked out.'

John opened his mouth to argue with Rodney but Elizabeth moved, standing up and reaching over the table to take hold of Rodney by the front of his shirt.

'Don't you dare think that the pain you're in right now is anything compared to what you've put me through.'

John was sure she would have said more or at least hit him, if another contraction hadn't started. John was on his feet instantly as the unexpected pain shot through her stomach and she practically screamed through it.

He waited for it to pass before, ignoring all those watching them, pulling her close and making his way through the room and out to the corridor.

The room set up for this occasion was a welcomed sight, it had taken far too long to reach and several contractions. John ignored the aching in his hand as he moved her to the bed, she didn't want to lie down; she'd made that clear earlier when he'd tried to get her to rest in their room.

Kelly was already in the room with Teyla, they were sat comfortably as if they had been waiting for some time for them to arrive. The pained moan Elizabeth let out as they stepped in alerted them to the fact that she was there and Teyla was on her feet and out the door quickly.

It seemed like a blur. Kelly checked on Elizabeth while Teyla was out of the room. She had just told him that the next contraction would be the start of the actual birth when the door opened and Teyla, Carson and Emily entered.

Elizabeth had, as expected, refused to lie down; she leaned over the bed and kept a firm hold of Teyla's arm. Teyla kept to the other side of the bed tending a cool cloth to her face while laying one arm out in front of Elizabeth for her to keep hold of.

John and Carson took up places on either side of her. He couldn't honestly say he knew what Carson did; he was far too interested in easing the pain in Elizabeth's back and keep her hair off her face. He spent most of the time leaning close to her ear and promising her it would be over soon.

He heard nothing but the pain as Elizabeth groaned, the panting of her breathing and the screams as she bore down with each contraction. He only realised it was over when she released a relaxing growl and he turned at the sound of a short smack and the sudden wail of their new born baby.

For the first time since everyone had entered the room, John spotted Emily; she was crouched low with a blanket spread across her arms. There was a moment where Kelly offered John the scissors to cut the cord before she did so herself and Emily quickly wrapped the cloth around it.

'Move her to the bed,' Carson instructed as Kelly and Emily moved away, but John wasn't paying attention. His eyes followed the tiny bundle over to the other side of the room.

'John,' Teyla said sharply and he turned and finally started to help Elizabeth into bed.

He didn't hear anything but the rush of blood in his ears as Carson checked Elizabeth and on the other side of the room, Kelly and Emily checked on the baby. He was at a loss for what to do and caught between two choices for a moment; he could slip over to the other side, see his child and find out if it was a girl or a boy. Or he could wait with Elizabeth, make sure she was alright.

'My baby,' Elizabeth breathed after a moment and John turned back to her and took her hand. 'John!' she said a little more panicked.

'It's okay,' he soothed and watched as she relaxed back on the bed in exhaustion. He was ready to explain that they were cleaning the baby and checking it was healthy when Emily turned back with the baby in her arms and approached John.

'Colonel,' she said tentatively as she stopped in front of him, 'meet your daughter,' she added and moved to hand him the baby.

John fussed for a moment making sure he had a firm hold of the child before he finally looked at the delicate face. His breath caught, her eyes were open and she looked up at him, the dark of her eyes seeming almost black. She blinked sleepily at him for a moment before drifting off to sleep.

'Wow,' he breathed as she sighed in his arms. 'Elizabeth,' he said, turning to look at her and finding her watching him, 'she's beautiful.'

He moved closer to her and leaned down to carefully place the baby in her arms. The beautiful little girl stirred and restlessly screwed up her face to show her displeasure with being disturbed.

He turned as Elizabeth studied the little face and realised that everyone had left them alone. He turned back and sat on the edge of the bed, he watched for a moment as Elizabeth studied their child, her fingers running carefully down her small cheek. Behind him, someone cleared their throat and John turned to see Carson standing just inside the door to the main infirmary.

'There are a few people waiting for word on their newest family member,' he said with a wide grin. 'And Elizabeth needs to get some rest,' he added watching as Elizabeth tried desperately to keep her eyes open and on the baby's face.

'He's right,' he said as Carson left, 'you need to sleep.'

'Are you going to take her out?'

'Yeah,' he said, reaching down and lifting his daughter from Elizabeth, 'just for a minute and then I'll bring her back.'

All she could manage as a reply was a small hmm of approval. John leaned in and kissed her quickly on the lips before she drifted off, then turned and made his way slowly to the infirmary to show off his baby girl.

~~**~~

John couldn't stop himself from watching her. She was beautiful, lying on the bed next to him, her delicate features relaxed and undisturbed. She heaved a small sigh in her sleep and John couldn't help but smile at the action.

This was the first night. She'd been back in their room with them for no more than three hours and he couldn't take his eyes off her little round face. He'd studied her by now, her tiny fingers and toes, cute little button nose and pudgy cheeks.

He fiddled with the white blanket that was covering her body; she so far had no clothes but thankfully, the Athosian's had sent blankets and bedding two days ago when the news of her birth had spread.

John's eyes darted quickly from the baby girl to Elizabeth's face. Her eyes were closed and her features relaxed as if she was asleep, but John knew better. She had been told to rest and she wasn't about to disagree with the idea, but she couldn't sleep now anymore than he could.

Between them, the cause of this insomnia was peacefully stretching and John watched as her button nose screwed up for a second before relaxing again.

He caught movement and looked over to Elizabeth again; she still had her eyes closed. The hand that had been resting on her belly when he last looked, was now gently rubbing the hand and fingers of their daughter.

'We need a name for her,' she said quietly opening her eyes to look at him.

'I can't think of anything but cute little names she'll hate me for when she's older,' he said. 'Like "Button" for her cute little button nose.'

'Yeah,' Elizabeth said finally opening her eyes to look at him, 'she'll hate you for that one.'

'You okay?'

He watched her as she closed her eyes and pulled in a deep breath. She looked uncomfortable, which was understandable considering 50 hours ago she'd pushed a seven pound baby out of her body. He couldn't really take that detail in, the mechanics of it didn't add up to him.

'I kinda miss being pregnant,' she said and John watched her hand move back to her stomach. 'She's beautiful,' she added, 'I could lay here with her forever.'

John laughed lightly, the thought of that was appealing, but he knew it wouldn't last. This was Elizabeth Weir, diplomat and leader of Atlantis; he gave her four weeks before she was attempting to get back to her job.

He reached out and took her hand, moving it to rest on the baby between them before he looked up to catch her eye.

'Clio,' he said quietly.

'As in Cleopatra?'

'Nope,' he said using her hand to stroke the baby's face. 'With an "i" not an "e", as in the Roman muse of history.'

He watched her, studying the baby's face and contemplating the name. He could see that she was mulling over the good and bad of the name and meaning.

'Also means "Fame and Glory" in Greek.'

'Have you been reading a book of names and meanings or something?'

'Actually, I've been talking to Radek; he knows all this rubbish for some reason, kept giving me suggestions. He connected Clio with a not as pretty name in the ancient database, one of the women who worked on the gene reproduction experiment.'

'Oh?' she questioned dropping her hand back to the bed and watching as the baby shifted and screwed up her face as if something had disturbed her.

'Clinelo, I think it was, the woman who started the gene reproduction project,' he offered trying to remember the name Radek had said, 'she was the one who realised that over time the gene would fade out if they didn't do something to preserve it.'

'A doctor?'

'No, she was a librarian.'

He watched the moment of laughter on Elizabeth's face as she found amusement in the connection between librarian and historian and then to the muse of history, Clio.

'Sorry,' he added as her laugh turned into a wince, she was still drastically uncomfortable and from what he'd seen it was understandable.

'She didn't have the knowledge to complete the project though?'

'No, she had help from a doctor named Aesus who created some nanite type things that would roam the city and select the right candidates, those being the people with the highest functioning gene and those with the lowest.'

'How much did you find out from Radek?'

'Pretty much everything, I wanted to freak out every time I saw you for a while after that.'

'Why? And why didn't you tell me after you spoke to Radek?'

'You were seven months pregnant Elizabeth, the last thing you needed was a panic attack.'

'Panic attack?'

'Rodney was wrong, they didn't give up on the experiment because it was destroying the original carriers, they worked that out, stopped the degrading from happening.'

He paused, considering that this would still be a bad thing to tell Elizabeth. Back when he'd spoken to Radek, he'd been disturbed by the information and made Radek swear never to tell anyone, especially Elizabeth.

'They had problems with the children.'

He watched her, expecting the fear that currently flashed across her face and her eyes slid back to their daughter.

'What…' she swallowed, 'what kind of problems?'

'To start with, the pregnancies didn't last, most would miscarry in the first trimester, they learned that the gene was too strong too early and adjusted it. A year before the project was cancelled; they managed to get several successful births, but…'

He closed his eyes, he couldn't look at her as he said the next part, she would panic, he had; he'd sat at the baby's side every available minute. He'd forced Carson to keep a close eye on her, on her heart rate and breathing, everything.

'John?'

He hated the shaky tone in her voice, it frightened him more than the information he'd kept quiet for two months.

'None of the babies lived more than 48 hours.'

He could hear her breathing, short gasps for air that came with the panic she would now be feeling. The bed shifted and John opened his eyes, Elizabeth was on her feet, her back curved for a moment as she adjusted to the pain she was in before she straightened up.

John moved himself, pulling his pillow down to lay beside the baby and walked quickly around the bed to wrap his arms around her. Naturally, and as he had expected, she tried to push him away.

'Elizabeth,' he said pulling her tighter, 'Elizabeth,' he tried again pulling them so he had his back to the bed, 'look at her,' he whispered, pulling her close and forcing her to rest her chin on his shoulder.

He could feel her breath on his neck and her body as she shifted against him still trying vainly to free herself.

'She's 54 hours old,' he heard the sob that she tried to muffle. 'I had Carson watching her every second of the day, I was there with her every chance I could get and if I wasn't there, then someone else was in my place.'

'That explains why I found Ronon with her one morning.'

'The children in project died of cellular break down. None of them survived their second day, but Clio already has.'

'Why?' she sniffed, finally relaxing, if only a little bit. 'Why is she different?'

'Carson had a theory,' John told her, turning them again and starting to lower her back to the bed, when she was seated, he crouched in front of her and took her hands. 'The logs said "the lowest gene carrier".'

'All the Ancients had the gene,' she said and he nodded, 'I don't have it all, I didn't even take the therapy.'

'The problem they had, was that the gene was too powerful in the kids,' he smiled at her and she relaxed and gave a small smile back, 'they were mixing two different gene types with a "booster" gene. Carson said to look at it like blood transfusion, mix the wrong two types together and you get a problem, mix three together and you get a blood cell war, so to speak.'

'She's only got two.'

'And because she's made it this far, they are definitely the right two; successful gene transfusion. She's going to be strong, beautiful and smarter than Rodney,' he stated firmly, then added, 'hopefully without the ego to match,' he paused to watch the glow of a smile cross her features. 'She's going to have a stronger ancient gene than me and General O'Neill put together.'

Elizabeth turned back to look at the baby, she was still sleeping peacefully on the bed, John's pillow close to one side in case she rolled over.

'Clio,' Elizabeth started and turned back to John, 'Clio Sheppard; our own little Ancient treasure.'

He reached up and eased Elizabeth back down onto the bed before returning to his spot on the other side of their daughter.

'She's gonna make history.'