AN: Hey everyone! It's been a while, I know, but life really has a way of interfering with best-laid plans! Anywho, I've been in a very Whumpy mood lately, especially after catching my fav episode of Atlantis - 38 Minutes! So, with a few ideas from my sis-in-law, I decided to do a bunch of one-shots of Shep getting the stuffing knocked out of him in as many ways as I could think of! Don't worry, he'll also get lots of comfort, and there's some humor in there, too, so it's pretty well-rounded!

Enjoy, and as always, read and review!

Migraines

Teyla unzipped the front panel of her tent and cautiously peered outside. It was still dark out on the alien planet, and the fire she had helped build had burned down to little more than a few large coals. Slowly, she scanned the woods around her for the source of the noises that had awakened her, but it was so dark that she could see only a few feet in front of her.

Carefully, she slipped out of the tent and went to investigate, stopping only long enough to slide on her shoes. She passed Rodney's tent first, listening for his familiar snoring. Satisfied that he was still inside, and that he was not the cause of the noises, she continued on to Ronon's tent. He also was sleeping soundly, one hand curled around the butt of his gun and the other laid under his head. Teyla smiled; at least he was always prepared.

Finally, she reached Sheppard's tent, but when she looked inside she found it empty. Her heart skipped a beat and then began to pound hard in her chest. Glancing around wildly, as if she expected Wraith to come pouring out of the forest, she wondered where he could have gone.

"John?" She called softly into the trees around her. "John, where are you?"

When no answer came, she took a moment to decide whether she should wake the others, then chose to let them sleep until she was certain that Sheppard was in danger. Using his tent as a starting point, she began to search for the colonel, with only the light of the moon to guide her.

A dozen yards into the forest, she stopped as she again heard the strange noise. It was coming from just beyond the large tree in front of her – a strangled sound, followed by… rustling? Even so close, she could not be sure of what she was hearing.

Teyla edged around the tree, and immediately saw Sheppard standing a few feet away, his back turned toward her. His white t-shirt clung to his skin, soaked either with his sweat or with moisture from the humid night air, and he was barefoot.

"John!" She breathed, glad to have found him, yet confused as to why he was out here in the first place. She took a step toward him, but he held up his hand and she stood still. When she heard him groan, then saw the muscles in his back tense up and his torso bend forward at the waist, she finally figured out what the noise had been.

Sheppard coughed and spat, then muttered, "Damned migraines."

Her heart wringing painfully for him, Teyla went forward and gently touched his shoulder. As he leaned heavily against a tree to catch his breath, he took her hand and guided it to the back of his neck, which, despite the warm weather, was freezing.

"Why did you not wake one of us?" She quietly asked him.

He shook his head, his eyes squeezed shut. "Couldn't bother you." She caught the way he had replied, only mentioning herself, but she let it pass without comment for now. "Besides, I didn't have time."

"You are never a bother, John."

He was about to answer, when the rest of the color in his face suddenly drained away. He had just enough time to turn away before his stomach emptied itself again on the ground.

"That's nice of you to say," he managed a few minutes later, when he was once more resting against the tree.

"It is true." Teyla took his hand then, and found the pressure point for easing migraines. Massaging it with the tips of her fingers, she watched his face carefully, rejoicing as the tense lines in his forehead were slowly ironed out. When he had finally regained some of his strength, Teyla slowly led him by the hand back to their campsite.

Not long after, they reached his tent, and she helped him lie down on top of his sleeping bag, then went back outside to fetch him some water. He drank it gratefully, and as he handed the cup back to her, he murmured, "Thank you, Teyla."

"You are welcome, John," she replied with a nod of her head. She leaned down and pulled out the blanket she'd grabbed from her tent, spreading it over his legs. "Now, get some rest."

Teyla moved to leave, but he caught hold of her wrist. "Wait."

She turned back to him, the moonlight shining just enough for her to see the panic in his eyes. He must have figured out what she had seen, for he quickly dropped her hand and looked away. "I just…um…"

Hiding a grin, she nodded sympathetically and said, "I could stay with you for a while, if you wish."

Sheppard simply nodded in return, so she shifted to a more comfortable position beside him, her hands resting lightly on her folded knees. She let her eyes drift closed, her mind focusing on nothing but her own breathing. It was quiet for so long that she had almost fallen asleep sitting up, her chin nearly touching her chest.

"Teyla?" Sheppard asked then, and her head immediately snapped back up.

"Yes?"

"Just wondered if you were still here."

"I am," she replied. "Go to sleep."

His elbow bumped her thigh as he shifted uncomfortably under the blanket. "I will. But…" His voice was quiet, and it made her nervous.

"Do you need to leave the tent again?"

He chuckled softly. "No. I just wanted to know…would you do that thing with my hand again?"

"Of course," Teyla breathed. She felt for his hand, and when she found it, began to knead the correct pressure point again. She heard him sigh, comforted by her firm but gentle touch, and she smiled in the darkness. Slowly, his breathing evened out, but even so, she knew he was not sleeping.

As if to confirm that point, he said, "Could you maybe not tell the guys about this? Ronon would never shut up if he knew I nearly threw up all over you."

"I will not speak of it," she assured him.

"Thanks."

"Now," she ordered, frustration evident in her voice, "sleep. You will feel better by morning, I guarantee it."

Whew! Migraines suck...I should know - I live with a man who gets them all the time. Sorry it's so short, but that's really where the story decided to end. Now, onto the next one-shot! It's longer, I swear!