Author's Note: This is a Sheyla ending. Since the story takes place sometime around Season 7-8, Torren is a toddler.

Word Count: 213

SGA ~ SGA ~ SGA

John woke in the half-light of the infirmary and smiled before he opened his eyes. "I knew it was you."

Teyla squeezed his arm and took his hand. "I am not impressed with your powers of deduction ~ who else would it be?"

"How're the kids?" John threaded his fingers through hers.

"TJ went right to bed. He is anxious for your return, but he believes the days will come faster if he goes to sleep at once to make the nights pass more quickly." Teyla smiled and leaned her hip against the bed. "Rodney has been complaining about sexy aliens in fiction. We have all been subjected to a long list of books, movies and television programs in which the hero from Earth encounters the beautiful alien woman. I have not decided if he considers it to be a wholly unbelievable literary tradition or he somehow feels ill-used." She raised a brow in inquiry.

"I think Keller has her hands full."

"Jennifer knows how to handle Rodney," she admonished and gently slapped his forearm, waiting for an answer.

John sighed. "Both. It irritates his sense of logic that such an unbelievable plot device is so overused and then..." He grinned and drew her close. "...he didn't marry the sexy alien, I did." *~*

Author's Note: This is for a shipper friend, who sees John and Teyla getting together in the future, when Teyla will still go on missions, but as a wife and mother of a growing family, she would usually be employed more in a diplomatic capacity, like first-contacts and trade negotiations.

See my first fic 'Hurdles' for how Sheppard and Teyla get together (end of Season 6).

Thanks for reading.