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Author's Chapter Notes: This is a milder version of Chapter 3, my deepest apologies for not getting this up sooner. Sorry for the delay

Disclaimer: The characters in the story are being borrowed and no profit is gained from their use.

Chapter 3 PG-13 version


John was out of his bed in a flash and out the bedroom door running down the stairs to Victoria’s bedroom. Briefly knocking, he quickly entered before she even had a chance to tell him to enter only to find an obviously shaken elderly woman desperately trying to catch her breath. He walked over to the bed and reached out for her hand to give her a sense of calm and security only when he extended his hand she moved further back on the bed avoiding any type of touch with him.

“Victoria, are you okay? I heard you scream and I thought someone might be hurting you,” he said with concern on his face.

It took a few moments as Victoria caught her breath and did her best to relax but still she hesitated in looking at John.

“It was just a bad dream, that’s all. Nothing to be concerned about,” she said.

“Do you want to tell me about it?”

“No,” she quickly retorted.

“Can I get you anything, some water, a tissue,” he asked.

“No, I just need to get back to sleep, that’s all,” she said as she pulled the covers higher up to her chest.

John said he was glad that she was okay stating he would be upstairs if she needed him the closed the door behind him as he exited her bedroom. He had seen a picture on Victoria’s night stand that Elizabeth must have given her mother; it was a picture of him and Elizabeth standing next to her car when they first returned to Earth. John had walked Elizabeth to her car as she prepared to leave the mountain and they talked about the interrogations they had just endured at the hands of the IOA although the IOA considered them interviews. Beckett had a camera in his hand and he had taken a snapshot of the two of them and told John to put his arm around Elizabeth. He remembered having a moment of weakness and hugging Elizabeth, he figured it was okay because she was involved with someone and besides that she would never care for someone like him, he was a shoot first ask questions kind of guy.

John lay back down in the bed then suddenly sat up, he just now realized there was a picture on the dresser bureau in the room; it was another picture of him and Elizabeth. They had been joking around with a group of expedition members while in Atlantis when someone said something very funny, he didn’t think it was that funny but apparently Elizabeth thought it was hilarious. She started laughing and was laughing so hard that Elizabeth started to fall off the table she had been sitting on. He was quick to reaction and grabbed Elizabeth to keep her from falling on the floor. Yet once she had her balance he kept his arms around her and was laughing right along with her and that was when Beckett struck once again, snapping a picture of the two of them. Seeing that the photo was prominently displayed made John realize that Victoria was probably so accepting of him because she believed that there was something between he and Elizabeth.

He didn’t want Victoria to get the wrong idea, he did care for Elizabeth but when she left he was just a member of the expedition nothing more. Sure he wanted to tell her that she was more than the expedition leader to him and that all of the times he would just happen to run into her were by chance, he would usually plan to run into her and his coincidently being at the same place were never really a coincident. Yeah he wanted to be more to her than her military commander but none of that mattered any more. He had waited too late and missed his opportunity to tell her how much she really meant to him. Now he would have to do his best to explain this to Victoria because he didn’t want her to think there was more between him and Elizabeth when there wasn’t and all the wishing he had done something about it didn’t matter any more.

John settled back into the bed and turned off the light and was asleep in a few moments. He could hear the sound as fingers scraped against his scalp as well as feel fingers going through his hair. Slowly he opened his eyes and there she was just like before sitting on the side of his bed only this time it was better. Elizabeth was wearing a red teddy that was very alluring to him and left very little to the imagination, although he had lots of imagination this surpassed most of his fantasies. This had to be a dream because Elizabeth was dead and besides that she never be this way with him, so John didn’t waste a moment of this fantasy and he reached out and touched her thigh and moved his hand up her leg.

The head massage intensified as his hand traveled up her leg over her hip then up to her waist. He loved the way she looked, so shy and na´ve as if she wasn’t sure what to do next so he decided that he would show her exactly what he wanted. John pulled her down towards him; those wet lips looked too luscious to go un-kissed, so he pulled her down and gave her a mind blowing kiss which she eagerly returned. But this wasn’t what he wanted, her leaning down and kissing him, no he wanted her to be sitting up because he had other plans running through his mind and one involved the strap of her teddy slipping off her shoulder.

John slowly sat up as he continued kissing Elizabeth then moved towards her ear where he whispered how beautiful she looked and that red definitely looked good on her. He heard a muffled chuckle which was quickly replaced with a moan as he moved to the juncture of her shoulder and neck where he started sucking and biting on her skin. John could tell by the way she was moving that she was enjoying this so he bit and sucked a little harder knowing it would leave a mark. The idea of leaving a mark on Elizabeth to show that she was his excited him because it meant that he was marking her as his woman and although it made him seem primitive, she was stirring up his primal sex drive. As he was nipping at her, he felt her hand move over his crotch and she started to stroke him through his sweat pants.

Her kisses were driving him wild and all he could think of was him wanting more, more kisses, more hugging and a whole lot more Elizabeth. Things were progressing fast and although John wanted nothing more than to rip off Elizabeth’s clothes and have his way with her, he knew that this was a dream and once things started getting intimate he would end up waking up. It was the typical way of all of his sex dreams went but for some reason he wanted this to last longer and to be more intense. Sure he had sex dreams about Elizabeth but right now the way that she looked was beyond what he had ever imaged about her and considering he had such a vivid imagination he was shocked.

After what still seemed to John to be too short of a period of time Elizabeth orgasm and called out his name which brought on his orgasm but what shocked him was his calling out her name. She held onto him holding him in place but he knew that he would be heavy on her so he rolled over to the side of Elizabeth so he wouldn’t squash her.

When John rolled over to the side he didn’t hesitate a moment in pulling Elizabeth up against him then kissed her forehead as he still struggled to gain his breath. He knew they would get cold as soon as the sweat on them dried so he pulled the cover up with his free hand and holding Elizabeth close to him with his other. This was better than he ever imagined and who knew that she would be such a snuggle bunny. Her breathing quickly evened out and he knew she was falling asleep so he relaxed and decided to let sleep take him too. John was just on the brink of sleep when he though he heard her whisper in his ear, “I love you.” At hearing this he fully relaxed and tried to whisper it back but sleep overtook him before he could finish saying he loved her.

When John awoke up he alone in his bed dressed in the same clothes he went to bed in meaning that it was all just a dream but it was one hell of a dream. John got up, showered and was started coming down the stairs when he overhead Victoria and realized that she was talking to someone on the phone.

“Belize! Oh Harold you know I’ve always wanted to go to Belize,” Victoria said then paused as she listened to the caller. “Tomorrow?” she exclaimed. “Of course my passport is valid,” she said then waited a few more moments. “No, I have company, a former co-worker of my daughter he just came by to see if I was okay. No that was General O’Neill; this is the man my daughter used to work with. No he wasn’t her boyfriend, he was just…he was the man who told me that Elizabeth was dead. What? No not today, maybe we can meet up in a couple of days,” Victoria stated.

Just then John decided to make a little bit of noise as he came down the stairs to let Victoria know he was up but didn’t let on that he had overheard her phone conversation. Walking into the kitchen he grabbed a cup and poured only a half cup of coffee and looked over at Victoria as she got off the phone.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to interrupt your phone call. Ah Victoria, unfortunately I have to cut my visit with you short. I just got off the phone with my boss and there is a bit of an emergency going on at the base and I’ve been recalled immediately. I’m sorry about that, I would like to help you through the loss of Sedge but,” John said.

“I know, I know, duty calls. Ever since Elizabeth started working for the Government I’ve heard that phrase too many times so I understand. Are you leaving today?”

“Actually I barely have enough time to finish my coffee and pack my bag and then I really do have to leave Victoria, I’m so very sorry to have to do this to you,” John said with sadness in his voice.

An hour later John was backing out of the Weir driveway on his way to the airport, he hoped that he didn’t delay Victoria from meeting up with her man friend, Harold. Knowing that she would be occupied by this man meant that she wouldn’t be focusing on the loss of Sedge and it would keep her from being so sad. At least now John could go back to Colorado with a clear conscious that he helped make a difference even if all he did was give a few moments of comfort. By the time he boarded his flight back to Colorado he had began to feel happy about what he had accomplished, sure all he did was paint a door but he helped Elizabeth’s mother through a rough patch.

Monday morning John strolled into the briefing room and found General Jack O'Neill and his daughter, Grace O'Neill, sitting in the briefing room while General Carter was having a meeting with Colonel Felix. John wanted to find out if General Carter had any new information about what happened to Lydia Schmidt but more importantly he hoped that Lydia would be getting the help she needed.

“Hey Sheppard, based on your looks I would guess that you had a great weekend, I hope it wasn’t with anyone working here,” Jack said half jokingly.

“No sir, nothing like that but there was a woman involved,” John replied.

“Well I hope you were at least careful,” Jack said with a smile.

“Ah come on General, it’s nothing like that, I was with Victoria this weekend,” John stated.

“Victoria? Victoria who? You know never mind, at least you know her first name.”

“It isn’t like that. You know her, Victoria as in Victoria Weir…Elizabeth’s mother. Come on I know you know her, you used to visit her when you lived in D.C.,” John said as he shook his head at how General O'Neill was teasing him.

“Sheppard, what do you mean Victoria Weir, that’s not possible.”

“Actually it is possible and I was there. Victoria had called me; she was upset about Sedge dying so I just flew out to her place and was there all weekend. I painted her front door and then some guy named Harold invited her to go to Belize so I left,”

“No I mean it is impossible Sheppard, none of that could have happened,” Jack said.

“Why do you keep saying it isn’t possible, I was there,” John said with frustration in his voice.

“Trust me when I say it is impossible and I’ll tell you why. Number one reason is that Sedge disappeared shortly after Elizabeth was declared KIA; it devastated Victoria Weir. Secondly and most importantly Victoria Weir died a year ago, just about the time that Atlantis came to Earth,” Jack said with a touch of anger in his voice.

“What? Are you sure?”

“Her dog disappeared and we assumed it died or was run over. As for being sure about Victoria, yeah I’m sure because I was at her funeral. So the bigger question is what happened to you this weekend because you sure as hell weren’t with Victoria Weir,” Jack stated.

“But I was there, I painted her front door,” John said.

“You can account for all of your time this weekend,” Jack asked.

“Yes sir, every minute,” John stated.

“Sheppard I think you need to report to the infirmary for some tests. Head down there right now and I’ll notify Sam.”

A few hours later the tests were all being run so while they waited to hear the results of the test, Jack started asking more specific questions and details of John’s weekend. John started with when he got the phone call from Victoria and pulled his phone out of his pants looking through his call list, he checked it twice but he couldn’t find her name; this didn’t make any sense to him. He knows that he got a phone call from Victoria and even remembered the time on the phone but still his phone showed no record of the call.

Jack asked John if he was sure it was Victoria Weir and John said he was sure because the caller ID showed her name yet when he checked all he could find was the listing of ‘Elizabeth’s Mom’ and a phone number which he read out loud to Jack. Jack pulled out his phone and said that was an old number and that Victoria had changed it shortly after the death of Elizabeth. So John asked the question out loud; how could his cell phone show that the call came from Victoria Weir when he didn’t have a listing for her and the only number was listed as Elizabeth’s mom and it was an old number. This didn’t make one bit of sense.

“I know this looks weird but I tell you that I did speak with Victoria and I saw her. I have the airline receipts at home to prove it too. Oh and I also spent my nights in Elizabeth’s old room. As a matter of fact I remember a couple of photos that Elizabeth must have given her mom of when she was in Atlantis, of course it didn’t say Atlantis but I recognized the location in the photos.”

“Well we definitely have a problem Sheppard. After Elizabeth died Victoria only kept pictures of Elizabeth as a little child and she pad locked Elizabeth’s room, refusing to let any of her staff to go in there. I think losing Elizabeth was the last straw because Victoria showed rapid signs of dementia shortly before she died. I’m sorry Sheppard but Victoria Weir wasn’t in her right mind when she died over a year ago.”

Just then Dr. Lam walked up and handed Jack her clipboard showing the results of the tests he specifically requested. He asked her if she was sure and she said that she double checked the results and said it wasn’t recent but the tests confirm his suspicions. Jack looked up at Sheppard who looked more confused than before and stated he needed to talk to Sam.

Jack picked up the phone, "Sam is the Hammond in orbit? Is Beckett still in place? Good, have the Hammond beam Colonel Sheppard and myself to Atlantis right away,” he stated then hung up the phone. “Sheppard front and center," Jack ordered.

John got off of the bed and stood by General O'Neill and a few moments later they were both beamed out of the SGC.

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