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John was sitting on his bed, going through the book with his childhood pictures in it.

Four years ago he was asked to come to Atlantis, with the possibility of not returning home. And he was allowed to take one personal item with him. The first thing that he thought of was this.

He smiled when looking at a picture of him when he was a baby. He was eating a piece of pie, though he doubted that he even managed to get a quarter of it inside his mouth. His hands where covered with it, and it was all over his face.

Sitting next to him was his mother. She was smiling at him, and had several smears of pie on her face as well.

He skipped a few pages, and came across a picture of himself when he was about 11, maybe 12 years old. It was summer and he was swimming in the river nearby their old house.

He remembered that day. It had been so hot outside, and when he came home from school he had begged his father to let him go swimming. But he had to finish his homework first.

He had been so mad at his father. But he had obliged, and was allowed to go swimming with his friends afterwards.

John heard a soft knock on his door and he stood up from the bed, walking towards the door. He opened it. On the other side was Teyla.

She smiled at him. "Hello John."

"Hey Teyla, come on in," he said, stepping aside.

She walked inside and looked at his bed. "What is that?" She asked.

John walked past her and sat back down. "A photo book," he answered.

"And that is?" Teyla asked, sitting down next to him.

"It's a book that has pictures of me as a kid in it," he explained, showing her the picture of him with the pie.

Teyla bent down to look at the picture more closely. Then she started laughing.

"You look very much the same." Teyla nodded.

John frowned. "I don't know what to think of that…"

"Well, your hair has not changed…" She teased.

"Hey!" John protested.

"Although I must admit, your table manners have improved greatly," Teyla interrupted, smiling widely at him.

"Thanks… But my hair is very different now. It looks way better," John stated, nodding confidently.

Teyla's smile widened even more. "It was only a joke John."

John narrowed his eyes at her. "You're picking up bad habits. And don't think I'll forget about this either," he said, pointing his finger at her. "Never joke about my hair."

Teyla raised her eyebrows. "I am sorry to have hurt you feelings John…"

He could tell she was trying not to smile. John sighed. "Yeah well, I'm sure you can make it up to me eventually."

"Eventually?" She asked.

John shrugged. "Or now…"

"And how might I make it up to you?" Teyla asked, moving a little closer to him.

John looked at Teyla, surprised. "I… err…" He was lost for words.

John got himself together and managed to gather some courage.

"How about… a kiss?" He challenged.

This time it was Teyla who was surprised.

John's heart was beating very fast, waiting anxiously for her response.

He only hoped he wasn't out of line.

Teyla made up her mind and bit her lip. "Very well. A kiss it is."

John cupped her face and kissed her, forgetting that it was she who was supposed to make it up to him.

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