Author's Note: I would like to say thanks to everyone who reviewed for my last little story Does He. I am so glad everyone liked it. I was really afraid no one would. Anyways here is a little story that's responding to a five minute challenge fic from the John and Teyla group. Couldn't really think of any other title but if anyone has suggestions feel free to tell me in your reviews.

Teyla awoke from her deep sleep wondering what had awakening her. When the sweet smell of cinnamon reached her nose she immediately rose from her bed. In the distance lightning flashed across the darken sky, but she did not pay attention to that. Her nose led her straight to the kitchen and she stopped as she watched John take out a pan of cinnamon rolls.

"May I ask what you're doing, John?" She said. Startled John quickly turned around.

"Ouch." He said burning himself on the pan due to not paying attention to what he was doing. "Teyla," He said sucking on his thumb a little bit. "What are you doing up?" He asked her.

"I could ask you the same." She said to him.

"I hope you did not hurt yourself badly." She said as she went to check to see if he was okay.

"I'm fine." He said as he watched her check his finger out.

"Now would you mind telling me what you were doing fixing cinnamon rolls at this time of night.

"Actually, it's morning." He told her. "And I wanted to bring you breakfast and give you something." He told her digging into his left jacket pocket.

"What?" Teyla asked him.

"This belonged to my mother and I wanted to you to have it. He told her as he watched her face lit up.

Sorry, but I ran out of time for the rest. Hoped you enjoyed it.