Well here is a story I think you'll all like
It's a tail of friendship and other alike
Its cleaver, it sad and rather depressing
And deals with love that is somewhat progressing
reviews are all welcome, I would like them a lot.
To tell me if I have some talent or not.
Ok yes that was cheesy but can't blame a girl for tryingJJJJ
Angst, hurt/comfort, Romance….
Till death, do us part
Chapter 1: growing secret
The mess hall was not as busy as one would expect, In-fact it was almost empty. A few marines resided at a table near the window, talking quietly almost themselves and a group of scientists sat, huddled in a corner, loudly debating the basics of fundamental physics. Other then that, all was quiet. Ronon only half listened to the conversation going on between the scientists, not understanding half the word they spoke. The other half of him listened to the argument between Doctor McKay and the Colonel.
"I am telling you, hockey is way better then soccer. Soccer is a joke compared to hockey," Rodney said loudly waving his half eaten apple around. Sheppard sighed and opened his mouth to talk, but was interrupted by Rodney.
"All soccer is, are a bunch of guys in tight shorts running after a ball." He mocked, Sheppard made a face as he bit in to his own apple, grimacing at its sour taste. He took a moment to chew, the chunk of fruit then pointed to Teyla.
"Teyla, what games better? Hockey or Soccer?" He asked, both earthlings waiting anxiously for her answer.
"Do not bring me in to this." She simply put, raising both her hand and eyebrow in a motherly gesture. She looked down at the slop in her bowl, something the Earth people refereed to as porridge. She picked up a lump of it on her spoon then let it drop in to the bowl again. She heard a faint snigger come from the Colonel as she looked up to see her watching her. Her eyes drifted to Rodney, whose own eyes were glued to the food in her bowl.
"Are you gonna eat that?" he asked hopefully. Teyla shook her head then pushed the bowl in Rodney's direction. He gladly accepted it by plunging his spoon in to its mushy contents. Teyla sighed and looked out the window. The twin moons shone brightly. Each of them, mirror images of themselves. They lit the sky and glistened on the dark waters below, glowing though the large widows of the dinner hall. She smiled at their beauty. The clouds outside drifted past the two moons, creating shadows along the floor. Teyla yawned, stretching out as if reaching for the ceiling. She opened her eyes slowly, biting her bottom lip. Teyla sighed. The table was quiet.
"Guys… I need to tell you something," She said, breaking the silence. All three men looked at her with identical expressions, which made her even more nervous. Her mouth went dry and all the things she had been thinking to say had just disappeared.
"I…I…I don't know how to say this, but I'm…" the three men all looked at her from across the table, puzzlement evident in their expressions. Just then the alarm deafened them. The team jumped out of their seat simultaneously. The sedaten, the scientist and the colonel all rushed for the gate room. Teyla let the breath she had been holding go. Saved by the bell, she thought, the headed for the gate room too.
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For some reason the alarm got louder as you got closer to the gate room, which was annoying, especially for those who are unlucky enough to have their Quarters near it. Teyla had caught up quickly with her friends and now stood at the head of the stairs. The gate was open and expecting an oncoming traveller. Sam Carter had come running through the door, with nothing but a silky purple gown, Ronon didn't seem to be complaining.
"Is there an IDC?" She asked. Chunk the technician glanced down at the screen in front of him and nodded. He looked up and said a little uneasily.
"Teyla's Ma'am," Sam's eyes widened as she looked at Teyla.
"Are you sure?" she asked without looking away from the Athosian woman,
"Positive" Sam thought for a moment. Seeing the hopeful look on Teyla's face she nodded.
"Lower the shield," Chuck did as he was told and lowered the shield, paying no mind to the marines that took their defensive positions, their guns aimed at any unwanted visitors. For a minute or two nothing happened, and then a single man fell through the gate. It shut down quickly behind him. The man looked around, disoriented then looked at the team atop the stair. His eyes rested on Teyla. John heard Teyla gasp beside him. Slowly descending down the stairs, Teyla took a few careful steps towards the man, an expression of disbelief on her face. Her mouth made an 'o' shape and her forehead was creased by a few fine lines. For a moment the two stared at each other and then Teyla, finely finding her voice said.
"Kanan?"
well you read the poem up top.
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