A/N: This story was inspired by Gundambaby's 10 Reasons ( highly recommended, guys, it's awesome)
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Those days
John Sheppard had a worrying feeling. Something was not quite right with this mission and it was not just because of the surroundings.
Even the beginning was not ordinary, dr. Weir had literally threw them out from Atlantis, without any of her warnings, advices. Although John always wanted to answer not "Yes, Ma'am" but "Yes, Mum", he missed the warnings.
Ronon had appeared in the mess-hall with a huge violet-purple circle around his right eye and Sheppard had noticed the Satedan sometimes clutching his side, his ribs, but to John's question he had only murmurred something inaudible from what John only had got two words: "Teyla" and "sparring". Receiving his menacing stare John didn't dare to ask another question.
The mentioned Athosian paced behind them, her face was morose and she furrowed her brows. Just after their arrival Teyla, the serene and calm Teyla, had snarled at Rodney, who had finished his lament about the weather and stayed in offended silence, thanks for...well ,any god or goddes who was not a goa'uld.
Now they were stumbling in a forrest, the mossy path laid among high pine-trees and fog swirled in the wet wind. They marched in silence and tried to find any sign of civilization, technology or even life.The forrest was eerie, the fog rustled in the wind, not a single chirp was to heard...except Rodney's sniffling, Ronon's moaning and Teyla's grumbling.
Suddenly two ghost -like thing slipped toward them.
"Wraith" stopped Sheppard and grabbed his P90's.
Ronon aimed his blaster, his eyes- both normal and violet-circled- were checking the bushes. A tiny crack was heard from behind them. John twirled and saw Teyla disappearing into the bushes.
" Teyla, no!" he shouted and started to run.
Ronon and Rodney followed him without hesitation.They heard Teyla's weapon firing then loud cries. They run faster fearing the worst, but reaching a small clearing they stopped and couldn't do anything but gaping.
A dead wraith was lying on the gras, his chest was full of holes like the pasta-filter, the other one rolled from right to left on the ground while Teyla with a war-cry, that rivaled even Xena's , was kicking his chest, head, back and every part of his body she could reach. Several kicks and punches after Teyla took her knife and finished the fight.
With a satisfied sigh she raised and turned to them. Three men were standing in front of her with a look on their faces wich was similar to Britney Spears' if you talk her about maths, chemistry or parental responsibility.
"Uhm... are you OK?" asked John gingerly.
Teyla blushed.
"You know, there are those days..."