Trouble Sleeping Ch. 2

The feeling of someone watching her was what awoken Teyla from her slumber. She opened her eyes and tried to blink away the blurriness that covered her vision. It took her only a second to realize that someone was standing in her doorway. Quietly she watched as the figure stepped out of her room, and almost instantly she knew who it was.

"John?" She mumbled, but the door to her room had already closed behind him.

For a few moments she laid there and stared at the door as if hoping that it would offer her some kind of explanation. Gradually she sat up and glanced around the room as she tried to clear her head. None of this made any sense to her, and she struggled to rationalize his strange behavior.

She, along with everyone else, had known that something was troubling him, but in true John fashion he had refused to speak about it with anyone. Over the last few days she watched as his appearance slowly became more tired and pale, and his moods darkened.

Only a few people knew that he was having trouble sleeping, but no one knew exactly why. And it seemed as if things would only get worse before they got better.

"This has gone on long enough." Teyla spoke into the darkness.

With a heavy but determined sigh she pushed the covers off of her and got out of bed. She quickly slipped on a pair of shoes and walked out of her room. She didn't bother to stop and think about what she would say once she saw him. Her main focus at that moment was to just get to his room.

It took her only a few minutes to reach his door. She hesitated for a second before knocking. She could hear him getting up to answer the door; and once John realized that it was her standing outside his room he momentarily lost the ability to speak.

"…Teyla, what are you doing up?" His expression was that of a deer caught in headlights and his throat suddenly felt dry as he continued to stare at her. Silently he prayed that he hadn't woken her up when he went into her room earlier.

"John, I need to speak with you." She said leaving no room for argument.

"Um… sure come in." He stepped aside to let her in, but took a few seconds to calm himself down before he turned to her face.

Teyla mentally took a deep breath knowing that this conversation would not be an easy one. There was no point in dancing around the issue and so she decided to simply come out and say it.

"I saw you." She knew he immediately understood what she meant because his face had quickly changed, and his expression became guarded.

John had to stop himself from cursing under his breath as he turned away from her and roughly passed his hand through his already messy hair. He tried to come up with some kind of excuse but could think of nothing. He opened his mouth to speak but the words refused to come out.

"Whatever it is that is bothering you will not go away by simply ignoring it." She took a step closer to him.

John clenched his jaw as he fought with the emotions raging inside him. He didn't want to talk about this. He didn't want to think about why he was having those dreams or what they truly meant.

"Look Teyla, I get what you're doing but I really don't want to get into this right now." He turned back to her; and some how his words had come out angrier than he had meant them to be.

"John, I am not leaving this room until you have told me what is going on." Her voice was filled with determination, and he knew that she would not back down no matter what he did.

While she stared into his eyes he felt as if she could see right through him; as if at that moment all that mattered to her was him. Just the thought of that, made a part of him want to walk out of his room and leave her and these feelings behind him; but the sudden touch of her hand on his arm made all those thoughts abruptly disappear.

John released a frustrated sigh, as he realized that he was fighting a losing battle.

"They're just dreams." He mumbled as if he were trying to convince himself of that.

"What were the dreams about?" She whispered but immediately felt him tense up.

At that moment she thought that he was going to pull away from her. She was just about to say something when he finally answered.

"You died," He said barely above a whisper. "And I couldn't do anything to save you." The words were harder to say out loud than he had thought they would be. "They're just dreams." He repeated. "But the last one felt so damn real...I just had to…" He clenched his jaw again as he tried to stop the image of her death from entering his mind.

"Had to make sure that I was fine." She said finishing his sentence.

Her grip on his arm slightly tightened as his words slowly sunk in. Teyla could hear the pain in his voice, and could see the misery in his eyes as he looked away from her. His face had an empty expression on it as if he were reliving a memory.

Teyla took another step closer to him and lifted her other hand up to touch the side of his face, pulling him from his dream like daze. He looked almost startled when her hand touched his cheek, and he gazed at her as if he had just remembered that she was standing directly in front of him.

"I am right here." She mumbled softly, knowing that he had probably been lost in the images from his nightmare. 'I will always be here.' She whispered in her mind too afraid to speak the words out loud.

John's heart chose that very moment to begin beating faster, and a small feeling of hope momentarily flickered inside him. He slowly closed his eyes, as the calming sounds of the night swiftly surrounded them; and almost instinctively both of them leaned in and touched their foreheads together.

Her hands drifted to his shoulders, while his hands moved to rest on her waist without him realizing it. After mere seconds had passed he felt as she began to pull away. She abruptly stopped and looked up at him with a questioning expression on her face. It was then that he realized his hands were still on her waist, stopping her from fully moving away from him. His mind yelled for him to let her go, but his body refused to listen.

Teyla could feel the blood racing through her veins as she stared into his eyes. It soon became harder to think straight when she suddenly felt the heat of his body against hers. She wasn't sure which one of them had moved closer, but at that moment it really didn't matter.

Gradually the world around them began to melt away, as her lips lightly touched his in a soft caress. His arms wrapped around her waist, and he held her tightly, molding her body into his and deepening the kiss.

TBC

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