New Home (Stargate Atlantis fanfiction)

10 A small Earth vacation

It was probably the worst two weeks in his SGC history. He was restless and this combined with two exactly boring missions made him even less pleasant. Even Ronon had enough of him at the end of their working period.

"So, Chewie," asked Sheppard during their routine check up in the infirmary. "Four days of freedom. Any plans?"

"Not really."

"What about San Francisco?"

"What about it?"

"Oh, come on, I know you asked one of the gate techs to buy you tickets to fly there Friday morning." He teased. He knew someone asked a gate tech about the flight tickets and that Ronon was not going to stay at SGC for their free days. "Does it have something with Amelia Banks?"

"Can I go, doc?" Asked Ronon.

"Amelia Banks?"Asked Beckett with a wide grin. "The nice gate technician with long hair?"

"Yup..."

"Sheppard!" Growled Ronon.

"Ok, son" said finally Carson patting the big man on the shoulder. "Off you go and please be careful during your weekend, I don't want to patch you up when you come back."

"I seriously think there's something going on between the two, Carson."

"Judging by his reaction, I would say so."

"How about you, doc? Any plans for weekend?" Asked John jumping off the bed finally. "Staying here or...?"

"Ya, I need to redecorate the apartament I got from SGC."

"Doc... I know you five years, now tell me."

"Ok, I'm going for dinner with Allison." Becket nearly blushed. "Satisfied?"

"Oh my..." John headed out of the infirmary. If Beckett was not preoccupied with some test results and charts he would notice his friend voice. "Can you feel the love tonight..." sung John quietly.

It was a lot later that day, when he finally arrived in a hotel room in Georgetown, Washington. He let his bags fall to the floor and throw himself on the bed. After check up with Carson he had to finish some reports and hand them to general Landry. Then he was free to take a car and drive to the airport. Then the flight to Washington DC and some taxi to the hotel. He was tired, to begin with. He decided to sleep through the night first and then do what he came here to do. Tomorrow. It was too late anyway to pay any visits. He had some bad feelings for tomorrow, but pushed them away from his mind to sleep peacefully.

It was strange to knock on that door again after those two weeks. He had some messages from Susan Weir during that time and Carson received Elizabeth's test results, but this was different. This was simply seeing them again, checking everything in person.

He knocked. A moment later he was enveloped in a tight hug by Mrs Weir. It never gets old, he thought, I can get used to that. Woman was smiling so he decided not to worry. He knew already that Elizabeth's health was improving in a very satysfying pace, nearly all the medications were already out of the system, her bloodwork was almost good. Carson was positive that she should make a full recovery. All that was really good.

"I'm so happy to see you, John." Susan greeted him. "I'm afraid Elizabeth will not be happy to see you like-"

"I understand" John cut into her words. "I would just like to speak to you about her."

"Oh my..." she suddenly looked at them, standing on the porch. "Where are my manners. Come in, John."

She led him to the same room they talked before getting Liz out from the institution. Following Mrs Weir through the corridor he saw something. First he noticed a shadow near the steps. Then he looked and saw fingers on the wall by the stairs. He smiled just for himself. Elizabeth.