Firstly, I do not own any rights to Stargate Atlantis.

Spoilers: Some minor from Season 4 and possible Season 5…very remote.

This story came to me yesterday as I look forward to the new Season of Atlantis with RL distractions finally calming down. I dedicated this story to my girl, Mo! Thanks for always encouraging me!! I'm grateful you are in my life. I'm no longer in a box…I'm ready to soar!! And your encouragements have meant the world to me truly!!

Confrontations

John Sheppard picked his self off the floor of the training room as the pain in his gut subsided. For the past half an hour, he and his teammate, Ronon had been sparring. Their bantos sticks entwined in a game of power, swiftness, and evade. It has long become their nightly sport or ritual or in Ronon's case, his nightly fun.

John groaning, his pain evidence on his face… looked at Ronon who as a smirk on his face. With Ronon seeming to be enjoying his pain, John frowned. Ronon got in a lucky shot…at least that what John wanted to think as he looked at the tall dreadlock hair Satedan with a penetrating gaze.

"You are not focusing Sheppard."

"Ah, yeah…sure."

"You're not focusing. Your body is present in this room, but your mind is somewhere else."

"Since when have you become Dr. Phil?"

John rolled his eyes at his teammate who was his nemesis at the moment as he stood to his feet. Ronon watched his teammate with amusement and a little pity. He knew John's anger and frustration didn't have anything to do with their little sparring session. John's anger and frustration stemmed from the family moment he witnessed earlier between Teyla, Kannan and their son, a son that bears John's name and the amount time Kannan has been spending with Teyla and her son lately.

Kannan who had been on the Atlantis since he helped John and the others to escape from Michael's ship after Michael had kidnapped Teyla. Although, Kannan had helped them to escaped, Ronon still didn't trust the guy and he knew John shared his feelings as well. The only reason Kannan was still on Atlantis was because of Teyla and his close proximity to Teyla and the baby was annoying and worring John and him as well.

"Why don't you go talk to her?"

"And say what!"

"How you feel for starter!"

"What are you getting at?"

"You know Sheppard… I have watched you and Teyla for the past four years! You can't tell me that you don't care for her. Every one that knows the both of you except for possibly McKay can see it if both of you can't!"

"You want me to say how I feel when I don't know myself!"

"You are in love with her. Yet, you keep silent. It is your silence that allowed whatever happened between Teyla and Kannan to happen in the first place. She doesn't care for him like she cares for you, but you are either too blind or stubborn to see it."

"You saw them just like I did."

"She is in a complicate position. You know Teyla as well as I do if not more! Do you really think she will turn her back on him now?"

"I don't trust him. I want the guy gone," John mumbled.

"But there is a small part of me that feels sorry for him. For what Michael did to him. "

To John, Kannan's present was a constant reminder to him that Teyla must have or had deep feelings for Kannan. She had his child for goodness sake. He is finding that he is having a hard time dealing with Kannan's present on Atlantis. He is grappling with emotions foreign to him…his frustration increasing with each passing day.

Before it was different, when Kannan and the other Athosians were missing, he didn't have a face to go with the name. Kannan was a stranger. Someone he could forget existed even with the increasing evidence of Teyla's pregnancy. He felt his bond with Teyla had strengthen during those months she was pregnant once he had gotten over his initial shock and hurt that she kept her pregnancy a secret from him allowing him to put her life in danger by going on missions in her condition. Their relationship had overcome that earlier turmoil. He had started to think of Teyla's unborn child as theirs.

Ronon looked at his best friend in understanding. Who was now sitting on the bench by the window, head lower and towel in hand. He really did feel for his friend, but deciding what his friend needed was the blunt honest truth. And he couldn't take seeing his two closest friends unhappy which both were trying to mask.

"You need to decide what you can live with and what you can't. Right now, what have your choices gotten you?"

With that he turned and walked out of the training room, leaving John watching his departing back with a frown edge on his face and turmoil fill eyes.

TBC

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