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A/N: Based on a challenge a friend of mien found somewhere... just a little piece of Sheyla fluff.
Something wonderful was hanging in the air at Atlantis base: the sun was shining brightly in the authors best attempt at pathetic fallacy, the birds were singing in a similar fashion and Carson was whistling as he strolled down a corridor. Happiness it seemed was contagious.
As Teyla Emmagan lay safely wrapped in the arms of her husband all seemed right with the Worlds. Had anyone told her, even a year ago, the path her life would have taken she'd have declared them mad, or at the very least to have a over active imagination. 'Married, to an Alien descended from the ancients?' The idea was simply preposterous, but here she was: Mrs Teyla Sheppard for exactly 19 hours and 43 minutes, and God, or whoever was out there, knows she was happy.
As she felt the stirring movements of the chest on which her head rested snugly the smile on her face grew.
"Morning," came her husband's voice sleepily.
"Good morning," she responded the smile now set broadly across her face, "sleep well?"
A smirk appeared on her husbands face, "oh yes," he replied, "And I must say this is a sight I enjoy waking up to."
Teyla blushed slightly as she noticed for the first time that she had, during the night, half thrown off the covers, and her naked body sprawled the bed and across John was a lot less hidden than she had thought.
"Well," she sighed teasingly running a finger across his chin, "you'd better, cause your gonna be stuck with it for the next, I don't know: 40 years at least"
Some time later, the couple were fighting the need to get up.
"No," insisted John, "if we get up now, we'll be stuck dealing with the hangovers everyone will have from yesterday, and we'll have to help with the clean up effort! If we stay here no one will dare disturb us, for fear of what they might walk in on!"
Teyla smiled appreciatively but added, "we can't stay here forever you know."
" I don't see why not!"
She smiled again, "well my father did always use to say I'd do something unusual with my life" she concluded, "but I doubt spending all of it in bed with you was what he foresaw."
Her light-hearted comment had a different effect to the one she intended as a rare serious look spread across her lovers face: "you know" he said slowly, "I think that's only the second time you've mentioned your father to me."
She shifted a little uncomfortably, "well, it's not a topic that has come up often."
"Still," he said, "I'd like to know: we are married now. I'm supposed to know all your secrets!"
"Hah," she mocked, "and you've told me all of yours I suppose. Come to think about it: I don't think I've ever heard you mention your father!"
He shook his head, "nuh huh" he said childishly, "I asked first."
"Fine" she conceded, "My father was a great man: he looked after me from a young age, raised me to be the son he needed me to be," she paused, "that came out wrong. It probably would have been better if I'd been male…"
John spluttered interrupting, "not from my point of view!"
She smiled again, "no, probably not! Besides if I was a male the only team member I could have married would have been Weir!"
"That would have been interesting," commented Sheppard dryly.
"But my people needed a leader," continued Teyla, "and my father was determined I would be the one they needed, male or not! He loved me, and I loved him: I remember this one time when I was a child I got scared and thought the wraith were coming when we had a thunder storm. He sat up all night with me telling me stories about… about everything from kings to birds to keep my mind of the wraith. It was so unlike him: unlike the dignified, controlled leader he usually was. All he cared about that night was his daughter. As time went on I think he was proud of me: he told me I would do great things, for my people and myself, that I'd live an interesting life."
John smiled, "he sounds wonderful, I think you should talk about him more."
She looked down sadly, "the last time I saw my father we rowed, badly. I'd neglected some duty I should have done, I can't remember what: and then he was taken by the wraith. The last words I said to him were words of anger…" A tear was appearing on her face as her husband once again took her in his arms and whispered comforting words in her ears.
" I'm sure he knew you loved him, and I'm sure he would be proud of you."
Somewhat calmed and her mood a little less low, Teyla looked at her husband with a twinkle in her eye, "ok buster, now it's your turn."
Sensing a need for a lightening of the mood, and seizing the opportunity to avoid this topic he began: " The last time I saw my father he was wearing a dress and playing the ukulele…"
Teyla looked at him seriously for a moment, before her broad grin from earlier returned: "one day" she said brightly to her husband, " I will trick you into a serious conversation comes."
"And when that day comes," he replied equally brightly, "I'll be ready to catch when you feint of shock."
