The morning hour was early as Ronon strode down the hallway, stepping in beside John when the Colonel exited one of the many intersecting corridors. John nodded, swinging a pair of bantos rods in time with a whistled tune.

"Ready to get your ass kicked?" John twirled the wooden rod and whapped Ronon across the chest.

Ronon grinned and raised an eyebrow. "What's the bet?"

John tisked and shook his head. "Didn't you hear? Betting on fights is now illegal."

"Says who?"

"Woolsey."

"Who says it's a fight?"

John raised his eyebrows and nodded appreciatively. "Good point. Technically… we're practicing. Could even be considered a form of exercise."

"Any rules against betting on exercise?"

"Not a one." John grinned. "See? I knew I kept you around for a reason."

"Yeah." Ronon hopped ahead and turned back, swinging a closed fist at John's head. "Cause I can kick your ass." He grinned when the Colonel dodged to the side.

"You're getting slow in your old age." John taunted, planting a sharp jab into Ronon's side with his elbow.

"Old?" Ronon countered, snapping forward to clasp John in a headlock. "McKay moves faster than you do."

John ducked and spun to the side, aiming for the back of Ronon's thigh with a bantos rod. Ronon moved his leg, narrowly avoiding the swing. The doorway of the gym opened on the right and he grabbed for Sheppard, blocking another swing and hip checking the Colonel into the door frame. John countered with a spin and a elbow to the torso. Tussling in the doorway, each man grappled for a stronger hold against the other.

A loud, sharp, shushing noise brought them both to an abrupt halt.

With a frown and a look of curiosity, John shrugged, and released his hold on Ronon's shirt, as the Satedan straightened and let go of John's upper arm.

Stepping into the gym, they were greeted with a pointed warning glare from Teyla, and her outstretched arm. Palm out she halted them on the edge of the room. After a furious shake of her head and a pronounced frown, she turned back to the person seated cross-legged on the floor in front of her.

Jennifer. Seated in a meditative pose facing Teyla.

Ronon stopped in the doorway, refusing to leave. He glanced at John, who raised an eyebrow and shrugged. The Colonel crossed his arms over his chest and leaned back, obviously not willing to disappear just yet either.

As far as Ronon knew, Jennifer had never expressed any interest in meditating. He immediately thought of her trip to Teyla's door last night, and wondered at the connection.

In silence they watched as Teyla whispered something encouraging to Jennifer, who nodded slowly, her eyes closed, face relaxed as though deeply asleep.

Positioned so close their knees touched, Teyla continued to speak slowly, her words low and smooth. After a moment, she leaned closer. When Jennifer began to speak, her voice was so quiet Ronon strained to hear the words, catching only the odd phrase or snippet. Something about a hillside and a dead tree. But as she continued to speak, he noted she was becoming more agitated. Her hands were now clenched into fists, her spine stiff, and her breathing was no longer calm and meditative.

He took a step forward but at Teyla's warning glance, Sheppard's arm held him back.

Jennifer inhaled sharply, her arm snaking out, grabbing for something unseen. Teyla reached for her, issuing words of comfort, but the touch sent her into an agitated struggle against Teyla's arms.

Jennifer's eyes snapped open, wide and unseeing, and her lips parted with a hiss. "Not again."

Then her eyes rolled back and she slumped to the floor.

It was an odd sensation, walking up to sounds that weren't right for the quiet of her room. Hushed voices… arguing… okay not so hushed… as her ears filled with the sounds of the room. Loud. They were loudly arguing. Who was arguing and why were they in her room?

Parts of the dream hesitated along the edges of her subconscious and she was momentarily happy that it wasn't as violent as she remembered this time.

But it was uncomfortable.

Ronon called her name, and she felt the warmth of his hand along her cheek.

Hmmm… she thought sleepily. Now that's something worth waking up too.

But who's yelling?

She forced her eyes open, squinting up into the trio of faces that surrounded her. Concerned. Worried. Why was everyone so upset? And why was she… on the floor?

The memory of her meditation session with Teyla slipped back into her conscious. Right. She'd asked Teyla for help. Teyla was going to teach her about meditation. But why were John and Ronon here?

Ronon brushed the hair away from her forehead. "Welcome back." He growled, his eyes searching hers.

"What happened?" She asked, her eyes moving from Ronon, to John, to Teyla, each of whom were kneeling on the floor beside her.

"You… fainted." Teyla said softly, her face etched with concern.

"I… what?" Jen blinked, looking for signs of a joke in the harried expressions of the two men. Neither one appeared to be amused.

She moved to sit up, and was aided by all three.

"Easy." John ordered, placing a firm hand on her shoulder.

"I'm fine…" Jen shook her head. "What did… Did I fall asleep or something?"

"Or something." John muttered.

"No." Teyla shook her head. "You did not-"

"You passed out." John interrupted, releasing his hold on her arm and rocking back onto his heels. "Maybe we should get you to the infirmary."

"No." Jen exhaled with self-disgust, the feeling of Ronon's hand supporting her lower back only slightly distracting. "I couldn't have… I mean… I… did?"

Three heads nodded in unison.

"Well." Jen frowned, then looked down at her hands which were lying in her lap, the back up at Teyla. "That's… embarrassing. Sorry."

"What were you two doing?" John asked, his eyes on Teyla.

Jen looked worriedly at Teyla, hoping the Athosian would remember her request not to say anything.

"I was… instructing Jennifer on a method of… meditation." Teyla answered.

Jen thanked her with a look for not revealing her secret. She'd found Teyla quite early this morning, and after a very stuttered explanation, had elicited Teyla's sworn secrecy, and aid. Teyla had suggested meditation as a way of potentially finding a hidden meaning inside the dreams, insisting that dreams were often misinterpreted messages. But then the Athosian had immediately dragged Jen to the gym, insisting they deal with it while it was still fresh in Jen's mind.

Teyla's urgency certainly didn't quell the ball of apprehension that seemed to have taken up residence in Jen's abdomen. If Teyla thought there was something to the dreams… She shuddered.

Ronon grunted, and Jen turned towards him.

"What?" She frowned at his stern expression.

"Does this have anything to do with yesterday?" He asked sharply.

"What happened yesterday?" John said, surprised, and slightly miffed that something was going on he didn't know about.

"Nothing." Jen said quickly. "Nothing important."

"Doc…" John raised an eyebrow in warning.

"Oh not you too." Jen mumbled, pulling her legs under her and moving to stand. With Ronon holding her left arm, and John on her right, she was forced to move slowly.

"I'm fine." She looked between the two men, who seemed rather reluctant to believe her. "Honest. I don't know what happened. Maybe this meditating stuff doesn't agree with me."

They released her arms, and she rolled her eyes to see both men were braced incase she should pass out on them. She shook her head with a sigh. Can't even meditate without something going wrong, she thought. Typical.

"I believe you have been taking lessons from Ronon." Teyla said with a tension breaking smile. "Although fainting is much more dramatic than falling asleep."

"I did not faint." Jen mumbled, her face flushing. She glanced quickly at her watch. "I'd better get going. I'm going to be late for my shift." She turned to Teyla and nodded. "Thanks for your… for trying to teach me."

Jen ignored the dual frowns from John and Ronon, letting Teyla guide her slowly forward.

"Come." Teyla warned the two men off with a shake of her head before turning to Jen with a smile. "I will walk with you."

"I'm fine. Really." Jen felt like a broken record.

"I know." Teyla nodded, then angled her head back towards the two men. "But I believe someone else would like to use the gym."

Once they disappeared into the hallway, John turned to Ronon.

"What the hell was that all about?" He bent to pick up the bantos rods he'd dropped when Jennifer fainted.

"Dammed if I know." Ronon muttered, staring at the empty doorway. "But I'm sure as hell going to find out."

"Good." John nodded, tossing one of the rods to Ronon, and immediately taking a swing at Ronon's head with the other. "And if it's important…"

"You'll be the first to know." Ronon nodded, countering John's attack with one of his own.

"Now…" John ducked a headshot. "What's the bet again?"