Author's Note: I wrote this prologue... oh, gosh, it was ages ago. But recently I was talking to a friend of mine, and she was in the mood for something J/T, so I dug this up and sent it to her. Her reply was very simple; "I liked it, it was good, START AT THE BEGINNING!" (haha, remember that friend?) She said a few other things, which gave me a whole new idea of where to take this from, and it became an AU version of "Conversion". I'm sorry if this prologue is confusing, it's supposed to be that way. I will explain it all as the story continues.
Anyways, enough of my long, rambling author's note (which is as much for me as for you; otherwise I forget everything about my fics. LOL)
Enjoy!
Dedication: Alydia Rackham (because without you, there would be no story ;) Thanks ;). )
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Prologue
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Teyla and Sheppard stood on a balcony, looking out over the entire city from their vantage point. He had one arm wrapped firmly around her shoulders, trying to block the chill of the cold wind that harassed them. She leaned into him, glad of his presence. They stood there for a long time, as the sun rose and passed over them and began to set again. No words were expected, and none were needed. Eventually, though, Teyla sighed, reaching over to grasp his hand that rested on her shoulder.
"What do you think will happen?" she asked. "When we finally go back?"
"I don't know," he answered thoughtfully. "Things won't have changed for them like they have for us; it will only have been a few hours."
"While we have spent years here in Tutus."
"Healing..."
"...growing..."
"...getting married..."
"They will not understand what happened here," Teyla said. "They cannot."
"They may not even think that it's real."
"Only our hearts and minds have aged, not our bodies," she agreed. "In a sense, it is not completely real. But that doesn't make any of this less true."
"I'm tired of an empty Atlantis," John said eventually, after a time of thoughtful silence. But it was not uncomfortable as it would have been.
"I am, also," Teyla said softly, her eyes scanning the beautiful, empty city, "I think that tomorrow, we will go home."
"What about Llia?" he asked suddenly, a wave of fear and panic sweeping over him. There was no way they could leave their daughter...
"Llia is the only one of us who is physically here," Teyla said. "She may leave when she wishes."
"But she'll be grown up; we'll be practically the same age as her."
"I know," Teyla said softly. "But there is nothing we can do about it."
"But to have a daughter eight years younger then you? Thats gonna be hard to explain."
"Since when do we care about appearances?" She teased lightly. Then she grew serious again. "John, they may not understand Tutus, but they will accept it; and they will love Llia."
"Wouldn't it be weird if she and Ronon fell in love? Your daughter and your best friend..."
"You forgot eight years younger..." she murmured.
"And no one else being able to understand or see what we have..." he trailed off. "It's Llia's choice if she wants to come or not," he said finally. "And she can definitely not marry Ronon..." His voice faded into silence, and Teyla awakened from her odd dream. She didn't think that she was in love with Sheppard; but then again, she and Elizabeth had had kind of an unofficial bet going that he would never kiss her either; and he definitely had. She supposed it was possible that the kiss was sparked out of his actual affection and not just the retrovirus. But still, the dream itself was completely impossible. He would never get up the courage to admit his feelings for her (if he had any), let alone ask to marry her. And a daughter? It was unimaginable to even warrant taking seriously.
Although Llia was a nice name...