Author's Note: More... ;) With just a little bit of whumpage :D I was really inspired today.

Thank you to everyone who has reviewed so far; please continue your interest and comments with this next chapter ;)

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Hunger

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When Teyla woke up again, her family and her whole team--- which meant almost the same thing to her--- were there, along with Dr. Keller and Mr. Woolsey, and another face that she had not expected to see...

"Dr. Beckett!"

"Aye, love. How are you feeling?"

"When did you get back?" she asked, struggling to push herself into a sitting position. Instantly there were hands at her back, helping to ease her up.

"Last night while you were still sleeping. How are you feeling?" he asked again.

"Fine," she said, looking around distractedly at everyone's concerned faces. "A little... disoriented, but fine." she paused, cocking her head to the side. "And hungry." Worried glanced were thrown around, but Teyla didn't take time to worry about him; she was busy reaching out her arms to her son, who was trying to leap out of her husband's arms and into hers. The baby gurgled happily as he succeeded, and snuggled into her chest contentedly as conversation resumed.

"What do you remember?" Mr. Woolsey asked her. She looked up at him.

"I remember... being on my way to the gym, to spar. And waking up here."

"You remember nothing in between that?" She shook her head nervously, trying to remember what she and Ronon had talked about the last time that she had woken up.

"What did I do?" she asked.

"You tried to feed on me," John said. She gasped, her conversation with Ronon coming back to her, but not the memory of what she did.

"Oh, John, I am so sorry-"

"Hey, it's okay. I know that you didn't mean it." She shook her head.

"I should never have even considered something like that."

"But you say that you don't remember anything?" Jennifer asked. Teyla shook her head.

"Nothing. I don't even remember actually being in the gym..." her forehead creased with a worried frown. "What is happening to me?"

"We're not sure yet," Dr. Keller said. "But we're going to figure it out, don't worry."

"And how long must I remain here."

"Well, for now you seem fine..." she glanced at Dr. Beckett, who nodded. "I guess that you can go today, as long as you promise to check in every hour."

"Of course," she promised.

"Are you sure that this is agood idea?" Mr. Woolsey murmured to the doctor as Teyla went into the next room to get dressed. "I mean, you said yourself that you have no idea what made her act like she did; and you have no guarentee that it won't happen again."

"Making her feel trapped is NOT the best thing for her, if we want to supress whatever it was that made her attack Colonel Sheppard. We want her to feel safe, not confined."

"But simply letting her leave...?"

"She will be with her team or her family all day; if she gets violent again, one of them will be there to stop her."

"Or get hurt by her." Dr. Beckett sighed tightly.

"Look," he said. "I know that we could be dealing with something very dangerous here; but I also know Teyla; and I trust her to be able to keep whatever it is that made her think she was a queen from going too far. She hesitated long enough for Colonel Sheppard to defend himself."

"I just don't want to see anyone get hurt," Woolsey said, glancing at everyone in the room. His eyes settled on Torren-John. "Especially the baby."

"From my experience, what you love the most keeps you the most grounded," Carson told him. "She will never let any harm come to her child."

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Teyla's friends took her down to the mess hall, remembering that she had said she was hungry. Whether by design or not, lunch that day was all of her favorites, and she dug in whole-heartedly. Her friends watched, a little surprised, as she ate McKay sized servings instead of the small portions that she normally took.

Kanaan and Torren joined them for a little while, but the kid started to get tired and whiny, rubbing his eyes tiredly. After bidding each of them goodbye, Kanaan took him back to their quarters, knowing that Teyla wanted to spend some time with her friends.

"You full yet?" Rodney asked after a while; he and the others had long since finished their meals, and were only still there to keep Teyla company.

"Oddly, no," she said, taking a bite of pumpkin pie topped with a huge curl of whipped cream. "I do not remember ever feeling this hungry before."

"Don't make yourself sick," Sheppard cautioned you. "I doubt that it's going to be much fun trying to take care of Torren when you need to throw up every five minutes."

"I did it for the nine months before he was born," she reminded him jokingly. "I think that his father would be able to handle him for a fe more days." They talked for another few minutes until she had finished what was on her tray, and she got up to get more.

"That's it, we're cutting you off," Ronon teased, taking her arm. Her head whipped around, and her eyes took on a strange, wild light. John recognized that look from the other day in the gym.

"Teyla..." he began. But she ignored him completely, every fiber of her being focused on Ronon.

"You dare to lay a hand on your queen?" she demanded, her voice buliding into a roar that turned heads all over the room. He cringed; it was too late. This was not going to end well.

"Ronon, maybe you should let her go," Rodney said nervously from his seat on the other side of the table. But the Ronon ignored him, meeting the Athosian's flaming eyes.

"I can't do that, Rodney," he said slowly. "We need to take her to the infirmary, so that the doc's can figure out what's going on with her."

"Release me!" Teyla demanded, her voice taking on a frightening, not quite human quality.

"No, you need to go see Dr. Beckett."

"How dare you defy me?!" she thundered, before striking out at her Satedan friend. Everyone in the mess hall was silent as they watched, all thoroughly scared now. This was not the Teyla that they knew.

Teyla was fast and deadly, but Ronon was bigger. Brute force saved him from her blow as he used his grip on her arm to turn her around. He twisted her arm up behind her back, and caught the other one as she tried to punch him in the face. Finally he had her in his grip, but she twisted hard against him. He cringed as her heard a telltale snap, and felt one of the bones in her wrist break. But still he didn't let her go. He used the force of her struggles to guide her towards the infirmary. But only a few steps from the mess hall door she stopped struggling, and collapsed in his arms, unconscious. It had all taken under twenty seconds.

He lowered her gently to the ground, heedless of the traffic flow towards the mess hall, and stayed with her until the doctors that their team-mates had called reached them, and got ehr on a stretcher and took her away again, telling him to wait there. John and Rodney joined them in the hall.

"You alright?" John asked. Ronon nodded, not bothering to look at his friend. He was too busy trying to shake the lingering sensation that only pure luck had let him overpower her; the sensation that he really had been fighting a wraith queen.

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A/N: So there you go; a little Carson, a little action, a little whump. More soon. :)