Title:That alien human woman.
Author:Rodlox.
Summary:"Human or not, some women are just alien. At least to me, they are. Particularly Teyla."
POV:Bates.
Rating:T.
Setting:Shortly before the episode 'Suspicion'.
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Human or not, some women are just alien. At least to me, they are.
Particularly Teyla.
I remember the first time she came to me... it was night, or my body insisted it was night, and it was during my off-duty hours. I was in my quarters on my bed, when she entered my quarters, walked right into my bedchamber, and started untying her vest and shirt.
"What're you doing here?" I asked her. I should have worded it better, I knew that right away. But it was said, so I listened to her answer.
"Is it not obvious?"
"What you're doing is," I'd told her. "Why you're doing it, isn't."
She'd looked at me with those piercing eyes, orbs that see the depths of the soul. "You do not like me."
"You're not my favorite person," I'd said. "Hence my wondering just why you're here."
"It should be obvious."
At the time, I thought we were talking past one another, our meanings lost in conversation. "Humor me."
Confusion on her face, but only for an instant. "Humor is for friends."
"And disrobing isn't?"
"You do not sleep with your enemies?"
"As a general rule, no." Let doc Corrigan explain the metaphors some time.
"Athosians do," Teyla told me. "It is how we have maintained our independence from other worlds."
"I don't follow."
"Were I to bear a child by a man of a people which mine are allies of, his people might attempt to take control of the Athosians."
"But your enemy's people wouldn't?" Maybe you didn't notice, but these people here are my people.
"An enemy people would see the Athosians ruined, not ruled."
"I see," and I was pretty sure I did. It was weird, but at least I understood why she was coming on to me. I held out for a while, but, well...seige warfare tends to favor the one firing kisses and rubbing warm arms against the castle walls.
She came to me several times since then. Some times we lay, other times we talk. Now though, now I think I care about her. Told her so, in so many words.
She told me the rule, and I ignored it. Now she's not seeing me, and is cool towards me when we have to be together. Damnit, what do you want me to do, Teyla? Say "I'm sorry, I think I hate you again"? I won't lie.
There's got to be another way.
I'll think of something.
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The End.
note:this came to me nearly all-at-once, so I wrote it down as stream-of-conciousness. all errors are my own, as this hasn't had a beta. (its pretty near a drabble, so no beta)