Author's Note: This is a sequel to fyd818's fic "Superman". I did NOT want to be the one to write it. My intent in mentioning it to her was to inspire her, not for her to tell me to "run with it, girl!" (exact quote… hi fyd! *waves* :D LOL) But in the end, I did it anyways; and I told her that I would post it maybe one day when I was more comfortable with it. And Christmas is that day! : ) But it's not done yet, not nearly; so don't expect my updates to be too terribly frequent. But you can expect them. I promise that I will do my best to get this fic done.

This story starts about… thirteen years after fyd's story ends.

Dedication: Of course goes to fyd; without her, there would be no fic for me to write a sequel to. And for being a lovely friend and sister and just all around making me smile and laugh more than any one person has any business making me (which I appreciate very much! :D). Thank you and much love! :D (and many*hugs*, of the *mega*, *tackle*, and *bear* variety ;) LOL) I love you, girl : )

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Kryptonite

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Prologue

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Ronon just smiled and wrapped his arms around his family, overwhelming love for Teyla and Kyana growing in his heart by the second. This was his family, his love, his heart, and he would do anything to protect that, at any cost. He could stand to lose his home, his life, everything, just so long as Teyla and Kyana were always a part of his life. He couldn't lose them.

-"Superman"

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A puff of warm breath awakened Teyla as it blew across her hair and cheek. She smiled, rolling a bit away from the light streaming through the windows that she now noticed and squeezing her eyes more tightly shut, unwilling to wake up just yet.

"Good morning, sleepy," a deep voice rumbled in her ear. "Time to get up."

"It can't be!" she moaned, as playful arms wrapped themselves around her waist and pulled her onto her back, exposing her face to the bright rays of morning. She shrieked quietly as the arms trapped her against a strong chest, preventing her from turning her face back into the pillow.

"It's past time," the voice informed her. "We need to hurry up, I'm pretty sure that we've already missed breakfast." Teyla cracked an eye open and looked into Ronon's amused face.

"We did?" he nodded.

"I heard Kyana leave about an hour ago. But we didn't want to wake you; she knew how tired you were."

"She's a good girl," Teyla murmured, picturing the whispered conversation that must have taken place between her husband and her thirteen-year-old daughter.

"Thank you," she whispered to Ronon, twisting her head a bit farther to press a kiss to his lips. He kissed her back, and made it a long one.

Eventually they paused for breath, and Ronon stroked her sleep-messy hair with a big, gentle hand, grinning like an idiot as she snuggled closer to him.

"I don't want to get up," Teyla whispered. Ronon kissed her again.

"Neither do I," he admitted. "But Sheppard'll have our heads if we're late again."

"Not that he and Elizabeth are any better," she joked lightly, as Ronon laboriously lifted himself and swung his feet over the edge of the bed. He got up and started digging around in their dresser for clothes for the both of them.

"Yeah, but he has an excuse; with Elizabeth feeling so sick lately because of her pregnancy… Oh, Teyla, I'm sorry!" His wife had closed her eyes against the tears that threatened to fall. He sat beside her and rubbed his hand across her forehead, pushing her soft bangs back out of her face. "I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking…"

Teyla took a deep breath.

"Every time I think that I am okay…" she didn't need to finish; Ronon knew what she was thinking. Every time that she thought she had recovered from her recent miscarriage and could be truly happy for her friends, she was painfully reminded of how much it was still hurting her; how constantly she felt her loss no matter how she tried to hide it.

"I know, I'm sorry." She gave a weak smile and opened her eyes again.

"It's alright, Ronon. I will be alright."

"Are you sure? I mean, I can see if we can get the day off, if you need it-"

"No, don't do that. John deserves a break more than we do."

"Okay." His fingertips brushed her forehead again, before her returned to the dresser and she sat up. She watched him as he rooted through the drawers and managed to smile for real as his broad shoulders tensed with irritation at not being able to find something or other. In spite of his obvious distress over the fact, she found it incredibly cute.

"Let me," she said, sliding gracefully out of bed and to his side and taking over his fruitless search. A moment later she had come up with exactly the clothes that he had wanted.

Ronon shook his head and smiled approvingly.

"I love you," he told her, leaning over to kiss her lips. She smiled under his lips, letting them linger as long as he liked.

"I know," she said.

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Ronon fidgeted restlessly in his chair, anxious for the briefing to be over. For one thing, they were going on a science mission, to guard a research team; for another, it was McKay who was giving the briefing, and after over half an hour of him droning, Ronon needed to get out of there before he forgot his friendship with the scientist and pulled his gun on him.

Knowing better than to believe that Rodney was going to be done any time soon, Ronon tuned him out and let his thoughts take him where they would. He felt unusually thoughtful that morning; maybe it was because of the subtle differences that thirteen years had created in everyone seemed suddenly glaring today.

Some things never change, though, he reflected when John interrupted the scientist with a sarcastic comment and the two started arguing from across the table. Elizabeth and Teyla exchanged a glance, and the former rolled her eyes with amusement. Teyla smiled at her, but Ronon noticed a tight edge of pain to the expression, and he wanted to simply pick her up and walk out, and take her someplace where he could protect her from her hurt and loss and she could be happy again. He hated that she was so sad and there was nothing that he could do for her.

As he watched her, her eyes suddenly unfocused, and her lips began to move soundlessly. It scared him for about half a second, even though he knew what it was and saw it happen all the time. Kyana must have picked up on her mother's hurt, and had sent her some kind of happy thought to try and fix it. Teyla would be thanking her, then, and assuring her that it had worked and that she was fine. It was just what the two of them did. He didn't understand it, and he didn't try to; he merely envied their unique bond slightly, because he lacked the necessary DNA patterns to give him the same ability. Over the years, mother and daughter had learned to speak to each other through their wraith connection, in a way that often unnerved people. But Ronon figured that he should expect it by now.

His attention was rudely torn away from his beautiful wife as Rodney began to yell. It took a second for him to be able to focus his attention on the agitated man, and another three to figure out what he was saying.

"What?" he asked, feeling out of the loop but not beyond admitting it.

"You haven't been listening to a word that I've said, have you?" Rodney demanded.

"That's not technically true," Sheppard said, saving Ronon from having to give a reply. "I heard the word "the" a lot; and the words "shut up and listen to me?", and stuff like that."Incredibly important, pay attention..." I heard plenty."

"Sounds like you learned a lot," Ronon teased. He knew that Rodney would be upset with him, but he couldn't resist getting in on John's playful banter. That was another thing that never changed; and he knew that the scientist would be mad for long. He knew that they wouldn't bother if they didn't really care.

"Now, boys, be good," Elizabeth cautioned. He grinned. Another thing so, so familiar.

"Sorry mother," he and Sheppard said in unison, not sorry at all. She shook her head and turned to Teyla.

"It's like they never grow up," she commented.

"You expected them to?" she replied, sounding dead serious.

"I think they're insulting us," Sheppard said, swiveling his chair a little.

"You guys, maybe," Ronon answered, which set Rodney off on another one of his mad rants.

"So much for a briefing," Ronon murmured to himself, as he sat back to watch the fireworks.

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In the end, Elizabeth had managed to restore order, and the meeting was finished quickly and efficiently under her authority. Teyla was relieved when she dismissed them and she could finally stand and stretch her aching muscles. She rolled her shoulders and felt something in her back crack, but it was a good kind of cracking that was more like a loosening. She left the briefing room along with the others, and was met her daughter, waiting just outside.

"Mama, what was wrong?" she asked worriedly, her big green eyes full of concern. "Why were you so sad?"

"Kyana, I am fine. You have nothing to worry about. I was just thinking.

"But I don't like it when you're sad; I don't like to feel it, and I know that it must be worse for you…"

"Kyana," Teyla tipped her daughter's chin up, just a little. "Kyana, listen to me. I don't want you to worry about me; if there is something truly wrong, I will tell you, I promise. But right now I am truly fine."

"Okay." Kyana was clearly not convinced, but she let the matter drop for the moment, and walked along with her mother as she went to go get suited up to go off-world.

"So what kind of mission are you going on?" she asked hopefully.

"Just a science mission; you would not enjoy it."

"Please…?"

"No, I'm sorry. But you're thirteen; I am not going to let you go off-world with a team unless it is an emergency."

"Not even with you and Papa?" Teyla shook her head, and Kyana's face fell. "Mama, I can take care of myself."

"Kyana, I know; but you are young yet, you-" she was cut off as a piercingly loud screech of static erupted in her radio, and was broken by Dr. Zelinka's voice.

"Teyla, would you please come down to my lab at once?" he said, his accent seeming particularly thick. Teyla frowned slightly, wondering what could be so important that he needed her right at that moment.

"Mama?" Kyana said uneasily, shifting her weight slightly. "Something's weird. I feel… someone like me." Teyla instantly sprinted towards Radek's lab.

Skidding to a stop just outside the door, Teyla took a deep breath and went in. Even so, she was totally unprepared for what she saw. Two dark-haired, green-eyed teenagers---a boy and a girl---were standing at the other end of the room, in front of a statue that she had practically forgotten.

The girl met her eyes, and some of the worry that filled them left as she smiled nervously.

"Hello, Mama," she said. "We've missed you."