John closes his eyes, dreaming of being in bed, holding in his arms the beautiful intelligent Dr. Elizabeth weir. To feel her soft silk skin, to buried his face in her puffy brown curly hair. Listening to her breathing, smelling her sent that can only be her smell. To feel his heart skip a beat when she looks at him with her sparkly green eyes and her biggest smile that she only gives to him. To see and hear her laugh when he makes a joke. This is what he dreams; to be with her, to have children with her, to grow old with her, to wave good-bye when he leaves, to see her on the balcony were she always is when he comes home. This is his fantasy, his wish, his dream…

John opens his eyes, the feeling of her cold hand in his warm hand. The beeping of the heart monitors still telling him hope. But she got paler, her breathing is weaker too. He as to tell her how much she means to him, “Elizabeth you have to wake up, you have to because I…Elizabeth I’m in love with you and if you go…I won’t make it.” He carefully squeezes her fragile hand. He will kill the Asurans that did this to her. His chest hurts of pain, he feels empty inside. The heart monitor stops. Tears fall off of his face. He’s planning revenge; he doesn’t want to feel this pain anymore.

Two months later, the replicators are finally gone.
One day later, so is John Sheppard…