Hello! I am miss Kittyplank, but you can call me Kit and I just adore SPARKY! (As should all!) Please leave lots of reviews as this is my first fic and I'm a little nervous xxx kit

Chapter 1: Home (technically)

Elizabeth Weir was sitting in the Daeladus' mess hall at 2 in the morning sipping at her coffee staring into space (literally.) She didn't notice someone's footsteps approaching her table, or someone pulling out the chair opposite her or sitting down and gazing at her with an amused expression on his features.

"What you thinking?" She snapped out of her trance to look at her second-in-command plastered with a lop-sided grin on his face. God…if I was seventeen again, I would so being jumping across this table right now, she mused.

"How it's good to be going home." She smiled thoughtfully.

He raised an eyebrow and laid casually back in his seat. "But you were always the one saying how Atlantis was home now and how you missed falling to sleep by the ocean and how you love the peace and quiet etc etc etc." He said teasingly.

She narrowed her eyes at him. "Yes, well I also once thought you were a lovely man, how one's opinion can change." She smirked and John feigned a look of hurt, which from her perspective was incredibly adorable. That sat there in silence, both staring at each other wondering who was going to blink first, until Elizabeth looked down into her coffee and sighed. Second-in-command…he's your second-in-command…and don't you dare forget that! God, she should have let Landry replace him, the chances were she wouldn't have a military commander half as attractive, handsome, sexy, gorgeous, funny, charming….shut up Elizabeth! SECOND-IN-COMMAND!

"But seriously," he said with a smaller smile as she had backed down, "we've been back before…why are you so happy about it now." He said leaning forward, intrigued with her answer.

"To see my family and friends, I guess."

"Oh, well, um…tell me a bit about them…your family I mean." He said shifting uncomfortably. Elizabeth frowned. She had known John for just over two years now and never once had he been interested in anyone's past or family due to the fact that it would usually mean he would be asked back and from what little she did know, she knew John was not too keen on sharing information on either of those two subjects.

"Well…" she said, sipping her coffee and adjusting herself so she was in a position to look directly at him, "my mum passed away when I was 12, so it was just me and my slightly older brother, Ben, who's an asshole, you'd like him." She said cheerfully and John looked at her in shock then amusement as she realised what she had said.

"I didn't mean it like that it's just he has the maturity of a seven year old and you and him would…" she trailed off and she noticed John's chuckling.

She raised an eyebrow. "Are you laughing at me?"

"Who me? Of course not." He said smirking away.

"Well, I take that all back then, you guys would be like two idiotic peas in a pod. Anyway, my aunt Julie, who was my mother's older sister decided the best way to deal with my grief was to travel. Me and my dad weren't exactly close and Ben was at an age were he couldn't care less so I travelled with my aunt for five years and picked up five languages and many political friends on the way. Don't get me wrong, my aunt Julie is self-obssessed, superficial and cynical plus she can be a total bitch, but she was a fine diplomat full of feminism, money and witty remarks and without her I wouldn't have the whole 'crossed arms and raised eyebrow' trick." She said smirking.

"A trick which I have been the victim of many a time." John said, faking a sigh before smiling.

"Mmm…well, when I came home I found out that my father had moved to Hawaii, he was in the navy and was stationed there, and married a completely insane, artistic, opinionated hippi author and he had had a couple more kids. My lazy, cruel and mean sister Amy is at university and my brother, who is the family geek, Noah, is just finishing high school."

John smiled sadly, "Sounds like a pretty perfect family to me."

"Well, I've never really been that close with them and by the time I was 17, I had had so much time with my aunt, I was very…career-focused, didn't have time for family. I only went to Hawaii for the summer for surfing, playing beach volleyball and what not…you'd be surprised how much your clothes cling to your body in that heat." She smirked.

"Yes, well," he coughed as that came out a little high-pitched It's always the intelligent ones who insist on teasing,"must have been quite the vacation."

"I suppose so, surrounded by Noah's little pervy friends watching me sunbathe and swim in a bikini was always fun," she said sarcastically, "but I guess even though she insists on meddling in my life, I prefer to spend holidays with my aunt Julie and her husband, Bob." She was tempted to say 'what about your family?' but she didn't want to push, she knew if he wanted to confide in her he would and she would just wait patiently until then. (I would go on to explain there strong, solid yet amusing and flirtatious relationship, but you guys see that all play out on T.V anyway.) "So, what do you play to do when we get back?"

John pondered in thought. "Have a couple of beers with the guys, you know the usual." She tilted her head, somewhat incredulous.

"John, surely you can't spend three weeks just 'having a couple of beers with the guys' can you?" John leant back in the chair and crossed his arms smiling.

"Have any other suggestions?" He said suggestively.

She looked down as her cheeks flushed and put her mug to one side. "All I'm saying is you'll have to do something else, you're liver won't handle three weeks."

John snorted and muttered, "Like yours could do any better."

Elizabeth looked shocked by the sarcasm and said in indignation. "Hello, colonel! My name's Weir, I'm Irish and so obviously I can hold my liquor just as well as you can!"

"Really?" John said smirking as he once again leaned in really close.

"Yes, really!" Elizabeth said somewhat uncomfortably with his closeness and unwavering gaze. "Stop staring!"

John defensively put his hands up and leaned back again, "I was not staring!"

"Yes you were!"

"No I wasn't!"

"Yes, you…you're five!"

"Not!"

"Don't shout!"

"You started it!"

"You're being so…rude!"

"And!"

Elizabeth stood up angrily, getting flustered over the pointless argument. "And…I'm leaving!"

"Fine!" Said John, also standing up. "But when we reach Earth you're coming drinking with me to prove you can live up to the Irish expectations!"

"Fine! And you're coming to meet my family because I don't want you to be alone!"

"Fine! And I suppose it would nice to spend some extra time with you!"

"I'd like that!" Said Elizabeth, somewhat confused by why they were still shouting, or why they started shouting to begin with.

"Why are we shouting?" John said, obviously just as confused as Elizabeth was.

"I don't know…because it's 2 in the morning." She smiled embarrassedly by what had happened. "Well I'm gonna go to bed…see you in the morn…later in the morning."

"Yeah..." he said sitting down again, still confused, before breaking out into a grin.

Elizabeth got to the door before turning to wish John goodnight. "John, you should also go to…why are you smiling?" Elizabeth said frowning.

"You said you thought I was a lovely man." John said, looking up and smirking. She rolled her eyes before walking out and stopping in the hallway with a look of horror plastered on her face. And I want my family to meet him, why? They'll tear him apart!

TBC

Only if you want it to, but you must review and I do ask you give me detailed ideas to what you want to happen because I'm not a great writer and ideas come very slowly, so if you want this finished by Christmas I suggest you review! PLEASE!