A/N: As per always, I own nothing. Wrote this during my English lit class today more as an exercise in learning to write Teyla than anything else, as I'd like to start writing Atlantis fic but I'm not certain I've got the hang of the characters voices yet. Concrit always welcome.
Teyla closed her eyes and attempted to clear her mind. It had been several days since she'd had the free time to meditate properly and her thoughts were unsettled. She slowed her breathing, focusing on the rhythmic movement of her chest. Despite her careful attempts, her mind refused to remain blank. She would succeed for a moment or two, but then her mind would, unusually, begin to wander. The thoughts were mere flashes, but unmistakable. A thick rope of hair. A brown eye, flashing with laughter as the corner of a mouth quirked upwards. The intangible memory of a feeling of safety even as she defended against an attack. She opened her eyes and sighed.
"A workout, perhaps," she thought to herself, hoping in vain that the exertion would tire her enough that her mind would cease to wander.
When she arrived at the gym, he was there, too-why was she allowing herself to feel surprised?-and when he invited her to spar with him she found herself powerless to refuse. The scent of him surrounded her as their bodies whirled in unison, sticks clattering noisily in defensive manoeuvres, and she knew the desired meditation would not be found tonight.