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"You know, Pal, one of these days you're gonna turn into a pancake, you keep eating them the way you do," John teased Torren as the child wolfed down his second helping. It was Sunday and John had most of the day off and Teyla had the whole day off, so they had taken Torren to eat in the mess for breakfast. Most mornings they just fed him something quick in the kitchen before they brought him to Aleeah.
Torren looked up at John and laughed. "No, Daddy, I a boy not a pantate."
Ronon laughed, too and said, "A few days ago, Sheppard, you told him he was gonna turn into a meatloaf."
Torren continued to eat but shook his head and muttered, "Daddy, you so silly."
John just ruffled his hair, grinned and took another bite of his own breakfast.
"Daddy? He calls you that all the time now, I noticed, Colonel," Jennifer commented from the other end of the table.
Amelia nodded from beside Ronon. "A few of the tech crew commented on it recently, too, Sir."
"Really," John looked disinterested. "They've got nothing better to do than gossip. I guess I'd better find some more work for them to do."
Amelia chuckled and lowered her head. She always felt a little awkward at times like this. She and Ronon had gotten very close over the past year and therefore she'd begun socializing in the Colonel's inner circle a bit more. But the man was still her Commanding Officer and she needed to find a balance between the two.
Although Colonel Sheppard had never made her feel like a mere subordinate. He respected everyone for the job they did and treated everyone the same whether they were a Corporal or Major, gate crew or away team. She, and most others, had developed a deep respect and loyalty for this man. He had been sorely missed during his six months away.
And even though there had been talk and speculation when he'd returned from Earth with Torren calling him Daddy, Amelia knew all the men and women under his command still held him in the highest regard. Maybe more so after the insurmountable odds he'd faced and beaten to return in half the time predicted.
Because of this respect, Amelia made sure to never use the private knowledge she learned from Ronon as gossip fodder. Her relationship with Ronon and her growing friendship with Teyla were very important to her. She never wanted to do anything to betray the trust they gave her. And she loved seeing the happiness radiate from the faces of Sheppard, Teyla and especially Torren. They were good hard-working people who gave so much of themselves; they deserved to have a bit of happiness. Amelia smiled and took another bite of her muffin.
"Hey, everyone," Rodney greeted as he pulled a chair out next to Jennifer and sat down. He swung his gaze in the direction of John who was trying to steal a bite of Torren's sausage.
When John saw this he looked at Rodney and grumbled, "What?"
Rodney looked down at his plate and mumbled, "Nothing." But then he looked up again and blurted, "All right. I still can't believe you didn't tell me." He looked at the others at the table and accused, "And you all knew and never told me. I can't believe you never told me."
Jennifer looked confused and asked, "What are you talking about, Rodney?"
Teyla blushed daintily and John touched her hand under the table. "Rodney came looking for John late last night," Teyla told them. "In my quarters."
Ronon let out a low snicker. "Saw something you shouldn't have, McKay?"
"Yes," Rodney hissed. "Teyla in just a thin robe and John in just a pair of hastily pulled on pants that he hadn't even zipped yet." He let out a heavy breath. "And then I find out you all knew already."
"We can't help it if you're not smart enough to see what's going on," Ronon defended the group. "It's been pretty obvious for a while, McKay. You just never picked up on it."
Rodney looked affronted but humpfed haughtily, "That's because I don't stick my nose in other people's business."
That got a chuckle from everyone at the table except Torren who never really understood much of the adults' conversation.
"Teyla, you have the day off today," Jenifer mentioned. "Do you have any big plans?"
"Yes," Teyla responded. "John is not on duty until tonight so we were planning to spend some time on New Athos."
"Aside from my morning run or afternoon sparring with Teyla, I've been a little sedentary lately," John added. "So I figured we could take a little hike along the hills behind the settlement."
"Hold on," Rodney interrupted. "Just getting to the settlement is a hike in itself and you want to go on a bigger hike?"
"Yeah," John replied. "Back on Earth I was working out and exercising eight or nine hours a day. Since I've been back, the only exercise I get is climbing the stairs to the control room."
"Be happy to spar with you a little more each night, Sheppard, if you're interested," Ronon offered. "But you've been kind of … occupied … most nights."
Teyla blushed and John just glared at his friend. "You haven't exactly been sitting around bored at night, Buddy," John flung back, his gaze moving to Amelia. It was Amelia's turn to blush.
"Jennifer," Teyla changed the subject, "Do you have the medical supplies ready for the Athosians that you wished for us to bring?"
Jennifer nodded and responded, "Yes. They're in the infirmary. I'll make sure someone brings them to you before you go."
John looked at this watch and replied, "Why don't I just get them now, Doc? We need to leave soon if we want to have a good amount of time there. I'm on duty tonight."
"Okay, Colonel, they're in a backpack on my desk," Jennifer informed him. "Just let Marie know you're taking them."
"Will do," John answered and got up from the table. He noticed the little boy had polished off the food on his plate, too. "T.J. you want to come with me? Maybe we could steal a lollipop from the Doc's supply."
Torren jumped up on his chair with a loud, "Yes!" but Teyla narrowed her eyes and glared at John.
"To eat later, of course!" John defended and swung the child onto his hip, stacking and grabbing the trays with his other hand. He tilted his chin at Teyla and said, "The gate in about fifteen?"
Teyla smiled and said, "I will be there."
John and Torren walked through the mess hall and deposited the trays with the other dirty ones. He put Torren on the floor and let him walk on his own to the infirmary. John was glad they were getting away today, just the three of them. He and Teyla had been alone at night and able to be themselves but the truth was most nights John had to deal with issues and problems that cropped up regardless of whether he was on duty or not. And his midnight checks of the city took time as well. The result being that he and Teyla hadn't really spent any quality time together.
During the day, they saw each other often and they still sparred each day before dinner but there were always people around. John couldn't wait for today on New Athos. He didn't have to worry about being professional with Teyla. He could simply be himself and truly show her how much being with her meant to him.
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Halling smiled as he watched the group of people cavorting around the field. Colonel Sheppard had invited him and Jinto to accompany them on their trek today. They had accepted gladly. They had not seen the man since before his accident. Only through Teyla had they learned of the Colonel's unimaginable injuries.
Looking at the man now, running around the grass with Teyla's young son on his back, it was hard to believe that not too long ago he had been unable to walk, move or even speak. Teyla had told him of the events, her eyes filled with unshed tears, but he could not actually picture it.
He was glad to see the man had recovered so thoroughly. Teyla was like family and Colonel Sheppard meant everything to her. Now he knew even more so than ever.
Teyla had never overtly said how she felt about Sheppard but Halling had known her all her life and he read her feelings better than most. He had noticed throughout their alliance that Sheppard and Teyla seemed to have a deep bond with one another, the trust between them going above and beyond what was typical.
But for quite some time nothing had come of it. Then Teyla had taken up briefly with Kanaan. Halling had no objection to that but he never felt the same connection between them.
His gaze strayed to the four figures playing with the object Sheppard had brought along; a football. Torren did not seem to understand the rules and was enjoying just running after Jinto. Halling's eyes lit up as he saw Teyla trying to get the football away from the Colonel.
She had temporarily taken possession but Sheppard bore down on her and wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. He swung her in a large circle and tumbled to the ground, positioning himself to cushion her landing. Teyla sat up, the football still in her arms, her face alight with laughter.
Sheppard pulled himself up behind her and slid his arms around her waist again; this time for a completely different purpose. He no longer seemed to care about procuring the ball. His face nuzzled into Teyla's neck and he appeared to be telling her something. Whatever it was, it was apparently humorous as Teyla's eyes flashed with mirth, a deep chuckle erupted from her throat and her head fell back to rest on Sheppard's shoulder.
Halling sighed when he saw this. It had been far too long since he had seen Teyla so freely enjoying herself. Colonel Sheppard seemed to have a knack for getting her to relax. Not that the man wasn't an amazing soldier and commander but he also knew how to have fun. Halling liked that about him.
The first time they had met, so long ago, Halling had been struck by the fact that Sheppard had taken the time to chat with Jinto. And when he and Teyla had been taken by the Wraith, along with several others, Colonel Sheppard had taken Jinto and the other Athosians into their city for protection.
Sheppard had spent much time in his daily job protecting his people and still managed to find the time to tell the Athosian children stories at bedtime. The man was a natural with the young ones. He knew Teyla could find no better option to help raise her son; the boy's father included.
Kanaan was a good, decent man but Halling knew Teyla needed someone who would allow her to be the great leader and warrior that was her destiny. Kanaan desired a simpler life. But Sheppard was not only secure enough in his own masculinity to allow Teyla to be who she was, he seemed to encourage her and have pride in her leadership and physical abilities.
Yes, he was glad to see that Sheppard and Teyla had finally admitted to each other how they truly felt. He tried not to blatantly watch the two of them but the sight gave him so much pleasure.
They were still sitting on the ground, Sheppard's arm around Teyla's shoulder, her hand on his bent knee. Their heads were close together and they were engaging in what looked like a lighthearted conversation. He saw smiles and heard laughter as they concentrated only on each other. That was the way it should be on a day like today. Halling knew their schedules did not allow them to partake of these kinds of activities all that often. They needed to find this harmony and joy whenever time allowed.
Torren, starting to tire from running after Jinto, toddled over and plopped into Sheppard's lap. The Colonel's other arm curled lovingly and protectively around the boy and pulled him in close. Halling was thrilled that Torren now had a permanent, stable male figure in his life.
He knew Sheppard had helped Teyla immensely since the child was born but it seemed Sheppard was spending days and nights with them now. Halling chuckled at Torren throwing that information out for their knowledge. Teyla had blushed furiously but now she did not seem embarrassed at all.
She gazed at the two men in her life with such open adoration and when Sheppard leaned over and firmly settled his lips on hers, Halling knew she was not unhappy with the arrangement at all.
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"Hey, Julia," David Sheppard called from his office in his home. "Come on in here. You'll want to see this."
It took a minute but his wife of barely five weeks walked in, a scowl on her face.
"Is this really important, David? You know I'm right in the middle of writing that proposal. I should have had it done a few days ago but I've had so much to catch up on in the last few weeks, I haven't had time."
David gave her a sarcastic smirk. "Well, you're the one who wanted to take a three week honeymoon."
She just glared at him and asked, "What did you want to show me?"
David turned his laptop slightly and said, "I got an e-mail from John. It's a video."
Julia's eyes immediately lit up and she slid into her husband's lap. "Oh, I hope everything's okay. I miss him so much."
And she had. They both had. The three week honeymoon in Europe had been great and the last two weeks at the house had been a fairly simple adjustment as Julia had spent a good deal of time here before the marriage. But sometime they would both just look in the direction of the room John had stayed in for half a year.
It seemed strange that he wasn't there anymore. They had both gotten used to his quiet presence. But they knew he was back where he wanted to be, where he felt he belonged; in Atlantis and with Teyla and T.J.
David pressed the button to begin the clip and he felt Julia tense with excitement. The screen lightened and showed John and Teyla sitting side by side with T.J., in their lap. Julia noticed John was wearing a black uniform-like shirt, rolled up at the sleeves. It had an American flag on one shoulder and a strange patch on the other one. David told her it said Atlantis.
John spoke first and said, "Hey, Dave, Julia, hope everything's going great. Hope the ol' ball and chain isn't too heavy to drag around."
At this comment, Teyla slapped his arm but he only grinned and wrapped it around her shoulder, holding her close to his side.
His eyebrow rose comically and he asked, "How was the honeymoon? So now that I'm not hanging around all the time, you both better be taking advantage of the situation. You know, running around naked whenever you can."
Teyla rolled her eyes and cut into the conversation. "I wanted to thank you again for inviting me to your wedding. I cannot express how much I enjoyed myself."
John's eyebrows rose again as he added, "And I enjoyed her there as well."
Teyla gave him another poke and proceeded to fill them in on the things they had done while on Earth like the horseback riding, the lake and the amusement park."
"And while we were happy to be there, we are overjoyed to be home and have John here with us."
T.J. had remained quiet during the whole one-sided conversation, his thumb in his mouth, looking sleepy. But at this comment a slight concern showed up on his face and he popped his thumb out of his mouth and confirmed, "Daddy, you not doe away aden!" He then looked at his mother and repeated, "Mama, Daddy not doe away aden!"
John and Teyla both immediately assured him. "I'm staying right here, Pal, with you and Mommy. I'm not going anywhere."
John looked back at the webcam as he snuggled Torren in closer, "We're still dealing with a few anxiety issues. He gets a little freaked if I even go through the gate without him."
Torren looked up at these words and asked, "Daddy, we doe see Teston?"
"In a few days, we can see him, Pal," John answered and Torren continued, "But you not doe in a tode watta aden, wight, Daddy?"
John chuckled and put his face near the child's as he murmured, "No, I won't go in the cold water again."
Julia was confused and David was actually a bit suspicious at that comment. Luckily Teyla realized they probably would be, and much to John's chagrin, explained, "John had only been back a few days when an accident swept a young child into the river on Menaria. The child's arm was trapped among some rocks and John jumped in to hold the child's head above water for close to two hours until he was able to be freed."
Julia could tell John was uncomfortable with the story and she knew he would hate anyone thinking of him as a hero in this case. She and David knew better; knew he always put others first, no matter the consequences to himself and this brought with it their own concerns.
Teyla continued with a few more details. "Neither the boy, Keston, nor John had any long term effects although John's body temperature took some time before it was back to normal."
John wiggled his eyebrows yet again. "But it sure was fun trying to get it back up again."
Teyla closed her eyes and sighed then said, "Thank you for the video from the wedding that you sent. We enjoyed watching it and Torren was excited to see himself and Hannah. He continues to ask when he can see her again. Will you please tell her that he misses her?"
Julia noticed that while Teyla was talking John had been cuddling T.J. and whispering in his ear. Now the boy looked just about asleep. John kissed his head then looked up at the camera again.
"Yeah, about that wedding video, did you have to include the part where Teyla and I were singing? McKay got his hands on it and showed it to everyone at movie night."
Teyla touched John's arm in sympathy. "You know John does not like to be the center of attention at any time so you can imagine he was not happy that so many people saw our performance."
"It wouldn't be so bad," John growled, "if people didn't keep asking me if I take requests."
John looked down at the boy in his lap then back at Teyla. "I'm gonna put him down. Why don't you grab the laptop and we can give them a quick tour."
They saw John get up with the child held close then the view changed to show a large room as Teyla said, "This is our living room and this is Torren's room." She followed behind John and they saw a room with an assortment of toys and a single bed where John was bending over a sleeping boy. He was tucking him in and giving him a kiss on his cheek.
David squeezed Julia tighter as he saw this and said, "Maybe we should have one of those soon."
Julia smiled widely back and commented, "Well, we've certainly been doing what causes those more than enough."
David chuckled and they watched as John and Teyla gave them a quick view of their room, the kitchen, back through the living room and out to the balcony.
"This is my favorite part of these quarters. You get a view of a good portion of the city and the ocean."
John panned the computer to the right to show the parts of the city that were visible from here then to the left to show the expanse of ocean.
"That's amazing!" Julia cried in awe. "The place is huge! I never imagined it was so big. I guess I didn't really pay attention during the news show."
"And you can't even see all of it from that location," David pointed out.
Teyla and John stopped the tour and told them they missed them and to send back a video message soon. They signed off and the screen went black. Julia sighed when it did.
She looked at David and said, "It's strange seeing John in black fatigues and army boots. I'm used to sweat pants and t-shirts. But I guess that's probably what he wears most of the time; too much of a reminder of what he actually does for a living."
Julia made an attempt at a smile. "I really miss them but they look really happy, don't they?"
David nodded. "Yeah, they do. I'm glad. John was really miserable here without Teyla and T.J. He deserves a little joy in his life."
"I wonder how bad that 'going in the river thing' was." Julia thought out loud. "My guess is Teyla didn't tell us the whole story."
"Oh, I'm sure you're right about that," David agreed. "T.J. looked a little worried when it was mentioned. My guess is John was bad enough to make the poor kid think he might go away again."
Julia nodded. "You know I'm going to worry about him now until the next time we get a message and see that's he's all right."
"And now you know why I insisted on the video e-mails. It's easier to see if he's got any obvious wounds. But hopefully if both he and Teyla make the messages together, she'll give us a bit more information."
That thought alone gave them a little more piece of mind.
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"Another fun filled day of bureaucracy," Sheppard muttered to Ronon as they watched all the Coalition members mingling with each other. They were all trying to feel each other out on where they stood on certain issues. Some were trying to convince others to see their side of things, while a few wanted to find the most popular side and vote that way to avoid being one of the losers.
John hated politics and really couldn't stand coming to these meetings but he did have to admit that the formation of the Planetary Coalition was a good thing. Working together really was the best way to fight against the Wraith.
So he and Ronon were here as the 'royal bodyguards' to Teyla once again. He knew he shouldn't complain as this was the first one he'd had to attend since he'd returned to Atlantis two months ago. Teyla had come to a few and Woolsey had taken his turn as well. But John had been able to get out of it until now.
He looked across the room to where Teyla was deep in discussion with Dimas. She had earned the trust and respect of almost everyone here. Shiana, of course, hated everyone who had anything to do with Atlantis. He looked to where she was and saw her hate-filled gaze rest on him for the briefest of moments before she directed her eyes once again to her companion.
John made a note to stay away from her if at all possible. He had visions of her sticking a knife in his back if he got too close.
He glanced in her direction again and took a deep breath when he realized the woman Shiana was talking to was Sora. John's hand reached out and smacked Ronon's arm.
"Hey, what was that for?" Ronon growled. He didn't want to be here any more than Sheppard did.
John tilted his chin up in Shiana's direction and instructed, "Keep an eye out for the woman with Shiana."
Ronon looked in that direction and asked, "Why? Who is she?"
"Genii!" Sheppard spat out. "Her name is Sora. She was with Kolya and Radim when they tried to seize Atlantis. We had her as a prisoner for a while then let her go as a sign of good faith. But she hates Teyla; tried to kill her before. She blames Teyla for her father's death."
Ronon just grunted, "I'm on her," and slipped through the crowd.
John's eyes moved back to the other side of the room back to Teyla. God, she is beautiful! Today she had on a long flowing skirt and one of her typical cropped tops that crisscrossed in the front to tie on the side. The shirt reminded him of his favorite pair of her pajamas. The ones that always made him think of unwrapping a birthday gift.
He felt desire throb below the belt and sucked in a huge breath to try and control it. It wasn't always possible when it came to Teyla.
"So you finally decided to stop hiding from me, huh, Sheppard?"
John turned in the direction of the husky voice trying to stifle the groan that escaped.
"Larrin," John greeted, "You here for the meeting or are you targeting another victim?"
A mischievous pout appeared on her face as she answered, "Now Sheppard, why would you say something like that about me? You know I'd never really hurt you." Her hand moved to his upper arm and squeezed. "Not unless you really wanted me to."
John took a good look at Larrin and noticed she hadn't changed much. Tight leather pants tucked into high spiky heeled boots complemented the snug top she wore that fell off her shoulders. There was no doubt the woman was beautiful but he'd learned the hard way that often beauty was only skin deep.
Larrin moved in closer and straightened his collar then ran her hands further down his shirt. "So, Sheppard, what's the big secret? Why were you avoiding me for so long? I'd prefer to deal with you and not that Woolsey guy."
John took a hold of her hands to stop the slight movement her fingers had started. At times like this he wished he had the TAC vest on but unfortunately the only thing he was allowed was his sidearm. His vest and P-90 were in a weapons locker down the hall due to the rules of the Coalition.
"I wasn't avoiding you, Larrin. I just wasn't able to get to any of the meetings due to … extenuating circumstances."
Her raised eyebrow showed doubt and a need for clarification. "I was … out of commission for," and he rolled his eyes, "a while."
"Out of commission?" Larrin questioned. "As in injured? Someone should have told me. I could have come and nursed you back to health."
"Yeah," John replied doubtfully. "I can picture that." He moved her hands down off his chest and released them. "It wouldn't have worked anyway. They sent me to my home planet. That's in another galaxy. It's a bit of a commute."
Larrin started moving around John, eyeing him from all angles. "You look like you've recovered pretty well. So, no permanent damage, I take it."
As she circled him her hands reached out and touched him a few times. John gave a twisted smile. "Not that I know of."
He should probably just walk away but there was something exciting and dangerous about Larrin, had been since he'd met her. And while he'd been on Earth, very little happened that was exciting. And he'd spent a good portion of his last two months on Atlantis with administrative duties; mostly trying to undo all the crap Armstrong had done.
He'd been out on a few missions but all of them had been somewhat routine with very little to excite him. And he had to admit that Larrin was the type of woman to excite a man. At one point he'd actually wondered what it would be like if they … Hold it right there, Pal. Don't even go in that direction. You've got Teyla now and she's the best thing that ever happened to you. You screw up, literally, and you can say goodbye to her and T.J. That thought alone brought John back to the present and kicked some sense into him.
He looked around and saw that people were moving to take their seats. He pointed this out and said, "Always a pleasure, Larrin."
She moved in close again so her face was only a breath away from his. "Oh, I think we can have a lot more pleasure than this, Sheppard. I guarantee it. Just need the right place and the right time."
With that she moved to her seat among the others. John moved back to stand against the wall as only one representative from each planet was allowed in the discussion zone. And that was Teyla's job, not his.
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A few hours later Shiana was back on her high horse about the Lanteans being completely self-serving and untrustworthy and they should not be allowed to participate in the Coalition. There were always a few murmurings of support and a number of grumblings against her and then the people in the middle who weren't sure really what they should think.
The Lanteans had started many of the problems, accidentally, but they were also the most effective in fighting the Wraith.
The crowd quieted down when Councilor Pitonis stood up and addressed them. The Menarians and the Lanteans had negotiated and traded for many years now but most people knew there was still much tension between the two peoples. At prior meetings, Pitonis had not always been an advocate.
"I must speak up in defense of the Lanteans." This brought stunned looks to the already quiet faces. "Self-serving and untrustworthy; I disagree. Menaria recently had an earthquake that contaminated much of our water supply. The Lanteans appeared with several devices, pulled from the city of the Ancestors, that now work to give us clean water. They asked nothing in return. They simply wanted to continue trade for our produce."
"And during this time my own son was swept from some rocks and trapped in the raging water of our river. Colonel Sheppard," Pitonis raised his hand in the direction of John leaning against the wall, "with no regard for his own well being, jumped into the river to hold my son's head above water. He then ordered more of his men to work for hours to free my son's arm. This whole time, Colonel Sheppard stayed with my son, regaling him with amusing stories to keep his mind off the ordeal that was playing out."
Whispers could now be heard and John hated the fact that so many eyes were on him.
Pitonis continued, "The Lantean doctor then provided my son with the most advanced medical care they have. They do not expect payment for this. They ask only for our friendship in return. I feel this Coalition would suffer greatly were the Lanteans not part of it."
An elderly woman rose from across the room and said, "I am Renitha from Fridonis. I must also join Councilor Pitonis in his assessment of the Lanteans. They came to us recently with information that a Wraith culling was possible. Luckily we listened and trusted them. They helped us relocate our people temporarily until the threat had passed. Unfortunately several of our people did not heed their warning and decided to stay. They were culled by the Wraith. But we look at their deaths as a sacrifice for the rest of our people. The Wraith now believe our population decimated and hopefully will not return in the future. These people of Atlantis are not required to come to our aide, yet they do. Time and again they have come to the aid of many of us. They are essential to the goals of this Coalition."
Renitha sat down with a regal bow of her head and Shiana stood up again but before she could dispute any of what was said, Dimas called out that it was time for a recess and the Coalition would reconvene after all had partaken of nourishment.
Teyla stood up and stretched out the kinks in her back. Her eyes wandered the room searching for John. Renitha had cornered him and was having a conversation. She knew the woman was probably thanking him yet again for their aid. Teyla though she should be thanking him since Armstrong wasn't planning on doing anything about the Hive Ship that had been bearing down on their planet. It was only when John had returned and seen the long range sensors that a team had been sent out to them.
Teyla would leave them to their conversation, thankful at least that it was not Larrin. She had seen the woman earlier sniffing around John. Teyla had actually felt a deep sense of desire coming from John and had looked up to find him. What she found was Larrin standing in front of John, her hands touching his collar and then his chest. She saw John's hands stop the movement of Larrin's, yet it was several minutes before he moved here hands away and released them.
Teyla felt an emotion run through her, one she recognized as jealousy. She had opened her mind to John's and sensed a curiosity in him. Curiosity for what, she wondered? Curious as to what it would be like to engage in sexual activity with Larrin? She had not been able to observe more as the meeting had started.
But now her displeasure at the scene began to grow. As her eyes continued to scan, she caught sight of Larrin; this time she was speaking to Ronon. The difference was, her hands were not all over Ronon. Their discussion was brief but Teyla could tell they had discussed John when Larrin turned her head and looked directly at him. Ronon had followed her glance and nodded. Then the woman had slithered through the throng of people and disappeared.
Teyla was more than a little curious what the exchange was about so she headed in her friend's direction. Ronon tipped his head when she got near and said, "Hey!"
"What did Larrin want?" Teyla got directly to the point.
Ronon shrugged. "She said to tell Sheppard she had some information for him and to have him meet her in the office next to the weapons storage in thirty minutes."
Teyla took a deep breath wondering exactly what kind of 'information' the woman wanted to exchange with John. Larrin and the Travelers had been good allies so far but Teyla did not trust her when it came to John.
Her mind kicked into high gear and she looked through the crowd to where John and Renitha were now conversing with Kelore of Latira.
"You, uh, want me to tell Sheppard, or conveniently forget?" Ronon asked cautiously.
An impish smile crossed Teyla's face as she answered, "No, you should give him the message. But tell him fifteen minutes instead of thirty."
Ronon smirked and his eyes filled with mischief. "I can do that. But whatever it is you're planning, you need to give me details later. Deal?"
Teyla returned the smirk and said, "Deal."
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Fifteen minutes later, Teyla silently followed John as he made his way to the room Larrin had selected. A part of her was disappointed that John was even agreeing to meet with her but she also knew John would be interested if there truly was information to be gained.
John knocked on the door and when there was no answer, cautiously opened it. He left it open as he went inside and looked around. Some cabinets and shelves littered the room and a desk was pushed against the far right wall.
Teyla followed John inside and softly closed the door behind her. At the noise, John turned around quick and released his breath when he saw that it was Teyla.
"Teyla, what are you doing here?"
Her eyebrow rose. "I could ask you the same question. Were you expecting someone else?"
John paused briefly as if debating an issue then said, "Yeah, Larrin. Ronon said she had some information to share and to meet her here."
Teyla shook her head pleased at least that John had not tried to hide the fact from her. "Yes, I saw the two of you earlier when you were … talking to each other. She seemed quite friendly and familiar with you."
John's mouth quirked and he replied, "Well, that's just how Larrin is."
Teyla moved around the room and leaned casually against the desk. "You seemed to be enjoying her … friendliness."
John's eyes narrowed. "Are you jealous?"
Teyla's eyes scanned the room and the ceiling. "Perhaps," she responded calmly then crossed her arms over her chest. "But I am also dismayed by the feelings I sensed in you when she approached you and touched you. You felt desire and curiosity"
John swallowed hard when he remembered that Teyla had that connection with him. He sometimes forgot because she never actually mentioned it; until now. He thought back to when he was talking with Larrin. He had felt desire when she had first showed up but it had been desire for Teyla.
He was about to say this when he remembered he had been curious about what sex would be like with Larrin. Crap! Teyla must have sensed that, too!
"Listen, Teyla," John began, "Larrin's all talk and a big flirt. That's all it was, just a harmless flirtation."
His expression became serious and he lifted his hand to her face. Teyla allowed him to touch her and her face softened slightly. "You do not desire her?" Teyla asked gently.
John shook his head and lowered his lips until they were almost touching hers. "There's only one woman I desire and she's right here in front of me."
His lips finished their descent and covered hers. His tongue peeked out to outline her mouth then slip between her lips. Teyla's arms crept around John's neck and he pulled her in close with his.
When their breathing picked up, John reluctantly pulled back. "As much as I'm enjoying this, Ronon said Larrin was supposed to meet me here right about now." He looked at his watch to check the time.
"Yes, well," Teyla confessed guiltily, "Ronon gave you the correct message but there may have been details that were changed slightly."
John looked at her suspiciously. "So, Larrin's not about to walk through that door?"
Teyla shook her head, a tiny smile playing about her mouth. John took another deep breath and his eyes grew intense. "You really were jealous. Enough that you did this?"
"Yes," Teyla exhaled harshly.
"Wow!" John exclaimed. "That's pretty hot, you know." He pulled her back into his arms and kissed her lightly.
"How hot?" Teyla dared playfully.
"Oh, very hot," John growled and pressed his lips passionately to hers once more. They played and danced over each other then their tongues got involved in the game. Teyla felt the flames of passion lick at her insides and flow to her feminine core. She slid her hands around John's waist and slipped them under his shirt to caress his back.
John groaned. "God, I love it when you touch me!"
As his lips moved from her mouth to her neck she whimpered, "Yes, I feel the same way."
His lips roamed her neck and ventured lower to find that the tie had already been loosened on her top and it fell open easily. He looked at Teyla curiously.
"Just letting you know where I desire to be touched," she responded.
"Guh," was all that erupted from John's mouth as he picked her up and sat her on the desk. He spread the side of her top open and ran his hands up from her waist to her shoulders and over the golden mounds in the middle.
"Did I get the 'where' right?"
Teyla's breathing increased as she panted, "Yes, but do not feel you have limitations."
"No limits, huh?" John almost growled. "I like that."
He pulled Teyla closer and she moved her legs to accommodate him in between them. John lowered his head to kiss her lips again then moved south until his were settled on one perfect pink peak.
A purring noise came from Teyla's throat as her shoes slipped off her feet and she moved them up John's side to wrap around his waist. As his lips continued lavishing her breasts with attention, his hands moved to the legs surrounding him. The skirt had moved to allow him access and he pushed the rest to bunch around her hips.
His fingers wandered along her skin until they slid under the folds of skirt in search of her feminine center. More whimpers escaped from Teyla's lips and her hands scrambled frantically to undo his belt, button and zipper, unleashing his throbbing desire.
John gritted his teeth, his breathing rapid as Teyla caressed his hardened shaft. His hands moved to her hips and he pulled the lace down her legs, moving away only long enough to drop the garment on the floor before pulling her close again.
Teyla's hand rubbed his ache and guided it to the location that could relieve the pressure. John pulled on her hips and thrust fully inside her. Teyla's head fell back, her chest arched and her hands clutched at the front of his shirt.
John started slowly withdrawing then moving back in. He slid his arms under her legs allowing her knees to drape over and rest on them. He put his hands back on her hips and his lips continued to roam from her chest to her mouth and back. His thrusts began again and soon his rhythm was beating faster and faster.
He could see Teyla already beginning to shudder. He knew he wasn't far behind. A few more thrusts and he felt himself spill into her. He lowered her legs and felt them rest near his thighs. His arms encircled her and he gently kissed her forehead.
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Larrin slipped away from the crowd and moved stealthily down the hall anticipating what was to come. She was ready to make her move on Sheppard and she was pulling out all the stops. If she had to strip naked and jump him, she would. But he was a man, she was a woman; there shouldn't be any problem.
She still remembered the heat of the kiss they'd shared. It had been over three years ago but she still remembered; he must too.
She moved silently through the doorway hoping Sheppard was in there waiting. Maybe he'd already removed some clothing in anticipation. She turned from the closed door, her eyes adjusting from the bright hallway to the dimmer room and she realized Sheppard had already arrived. And it seemed like he had started without her.
He was up against the desk on the far right wall, holding tightly to his Athosian teammate, Teyla. Her legs were draped over his arms and his lips were on her neck.
She froze at the sight, not daring to move or leave or say anything. She watched mesmerized as Sheppard rocked back and forth in front of the woman. Her eyes widened when she realized exactly what she was seeing, the biggest clue being Sheppard's pants riding low on his hips, the muscles in his backside exposed. Larrin paused in appreciation of the sight. She had hoped to get a glimpse of this but not exactly in this way.
Sheppard's mouth was roaming everywhere as he gave a few final pumps, the matching shudders and soft moans from both telling of their completion. She expected Sheppard to just pull out with a 'thanks for the ride' and she was more than willing to step up for the next round, but he didn't.
He moved his arms to wrap more firmly around her and lowered his mouth to tenderly kiss her forehead. "Teyla, sweetheart," Sheppard rasped out roughly, "what you do to me."
Teyla loosened her grip on the front of his shirt and added huskily, ""What do I do to you, John?"
His mouth captured hers swiftly then released it. "You send me over the edge so completely then with just that sassy look of yours, I'm hard and ready to go again."
Teyla's eyes roamed briefly and Larrin knew she'd been seen. But instead of shock and covering herself up, Teyla simply smiled coyly and said, "Yes, so I can tell. But I am afraid we do not have time right now."
Teyla glanced at Larrin again briefly then pulled Sheppard's head down for a heated kiss. Larrin could feel herself begin to boil that her fun had been thwarted. But she could still have a little fun with this.
"Yeah, the meeting will be starting back up again in a few minutes," Larrin said in response to Teyla's claim.
John's head whipped around to see Larrin standing over by the door, her arms crossed over her chest, an amused look on her face. He quickly pulled out of Teyla, adjusting her skirt over her legs in the process. He adjusted himself and fastened his pants while Teyla retied her top.
He looked at Teyla to see how upset she was then frowned in confusion at the almost smug expression he saw on her face. She slid off the desk, slipped her shoes on and sashayed past Larrin.
John thought he was going crazy because when Teyla was near Larrin, he thought he heard her say, "He is mine. I can have him anytime I wish. Do not forget that!"
John stood stock still at Teyla's words, the meaning behind them slowly sinking in. Teyla had admitted she'd had Ronon give him the wrong information. Had she orchestrated this whole thing just to make Larrin back off? Phew! If she had, he'd sorely underestimated her. But the fact that she had gone so far to claim him, that was hot! He could feel the blood rushing to his extremity showing him how hot.
Larrin watched as Sheppard stared at Teyla as she flounced out of the room. His eyes were intense and a slow smile was creeping across his face. She wasn't happy that his mind was still on the woman who had just left. She looked around and pointed out the pair of lacy, pink panties haphazardly discarded on the floor.
"I think she lost something."
Sheppard bent down and scooped them up, stuffing them inside his pocket. "It wouldn't be the first time she's lost them."
Sheppard grinned and started for the door. Larrin stepped closer, blocking his way. She looked down at the obvious bulge in his pants.
"I can help you with that," she purred and moved her hand to caress the area she was talking about.
John sidestepped and avoided the touch. He shook his head and moved away saying, "I've got all I can handle with that one."
The door closed behind him leaving Larrin alone and more frustrated than she'd ever been, even with Sheppard.
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After a few minutes Larrin went back out to the main room. She found Sheppard talking to Councilor Pitonis. She was planning to move on past when she overheard their conversation.
"Of course Keston would love to have your son visit. He was so thankful when he shared his toys with him. You have done an admirable job raising the boy. I will speak with Seila and we will arrange it."
Sheppard nodded and walked away. Larrin felt curiosity run through her so she stepped closer to Pitonis and asked, "Did you mention that Colonel Sheppard had a kid?"
"Yes," Pitonis replied. "A son, Torren John. A lovely boy."
"How old is he?"
"Not quite three, I believe."
"And the boy's mother?" Larrin questioned.
Pitonis gave a puzzled look and answered, "Why, Teyla, of course."
It all made sense to Larrin now. The whole scene in the unused office was simply Teyla protecting her offspring and marking her territory. She sighed. She should have made her move when she'd first met him.
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"So even after seeing you and Teyla going at it, she still offered to…" Ronon let the sentence dangle wondering the best way to finish it.
Sheppard didn't let him. He just jumped in, "Yeah, classy lady, huh?"
Ronon continued to chuckle. "I knew Teyla was up to something but I never imagined that. She must have been pretty pissed with you to go that far." Ronon's laugh got louder. "And you're going off to spar with her right now? That might not be the smartest move you ever made."
Sheppard scrunched his face up in thought. "I don't know. She seemed okay on the way home, didn't she?"
"I thought she seemed unusually quiet. Quiet women can be very dangerous, you know. I'd keep my guard up; especially now you know what she's capable of."
Sheppard just glared at Ronon. "Yeah, but I didn't exactly dislike what she did."
"Your funeral," Ronon snorted as they approached the gym. "I'll see you later. I hope."
Ronon continued on and John moved toward the door. Teyla was already inside giving lessons to Corporal Minelli. He watched for a few minutes as they finished up. Minelli was big and strong but like most of the soldiers they never wanted to hurt Teyla so they often held back a bit.
This time it ended with Minelli on his back and Teyla straddling him, her bantos rod across his neck. It was a great move; he'd used it against McCarthy the first time they'd sparred. McCarthy had underestimated him, too.
He looked back and realized Teyla was still astride the man, telling him how to keep himself from landing in this position again. He wasn't sure Minelli was listening or that he wanted to be out of that position. He seemed pretty happy to be that close to Teyla's tantalizing body.
John was starting to get annoyed. He really didn't want to see Teyla this way unless he was the one underneath. And then he was pretty sure he wouldn't be listening either.
Teyla got up finally and put her hand out to assist Minelli. The Marine got up and John thought he held onto Teyla's hand a bit longer than necessary.
Teyla smiled at the man and praised, "You have done a wonderful job, Corporal. I have seen great improvement in you in these past few weeks."
"Thanks," the man almost blushed, "but call me Chad, please."
Teyla bowed her head in his direction and repeated, "Chad."
Teyla then put her hands on the man's upper arms and stated, "You have good strong muscles … Chad. You simply must train them to work for you in many ways."
Teyla removed her hands and John let out a deep breath. Right now he had the urge to kick Minelli's backside out the door. And then make him peel potatoes for a month. Yeah, maybe a little KP duty would …
Okay enough, John thought. It wasn't the man's fault. Teyla had that effect on most guys. John moved into the room to stop the little love fest and try to keep Minelli from drooling on the floor.
"Corporal," John greeted.
"Colonel!" Minelli snapped out with a salute and strict attention.
"Down boy!" John chuckled. "You all done here?"
"Yes, Sir," Minelli answered then turned to Teyla. "Thank you so much. I really enjoy these lessons."
John wanted to laugh. Minelli so did not enjoy being bested by a woman, thrown on the floor and shown up in every way possible. What he did enjoy was watching Teyla prance around in her skimpy sparring outfit. He enjoyed her arm around him when she got him in a lock from behind and he definitely enjoyed the woman sitting on his chest, envisioning them both naked in that position.
He knew exactly what Minelli enjoyed. He'd been sparring with Teyla for quite a few years himself. And his goal had never really been to get better at it, though that had certainly been the result.
Teyla smiled widely at the Corporal and thanked him also. "I look forward to our next session."
Minelli finally got his smitten self out the door and John let out a huge sigh. "What the hell was that?"
Teyla looked up at him with innocent eyes. "What are you talking about, John?"
"The extraneous physical contact with Minelli, sitting on his chest for far too long. I'm surprised you didn't feel his reaction to that."
"There is no need to be crude, John," Teyla chastised. "It was nothing more than a little harmless flirtation."
"A harmless flirtation?" John scoffed. "The man thinks you're practically dating." Then the light bulb went off in his head. "Oh, so that's what this is. You're still upset because of Larrin. She put the moves on me, you know. Unlike," John waved his hand out the door, "your little boy toy there."
Teyla narrowed her eyes then threw a few sticks to John. She started swinging them around as John did the same thing. She spun them in John's direction and he blocked them but just barely.
"You think I should not be upset that you desire to have sex with another woman."
John was distracted by her words and got a stick across the forearm. He gave a small groan and backed away slightly. He then moved forward, his own sticks on the offensive.
"That isn't true, Teyla, I told you that."
Teyla blocked all his hits then spun around quickly and caught him across the back. John grimaced, turned around and swung a few practice shots as Teyla faced him, bouncing on her toes in preparation.
"Yet I felt your curiosity at what it would be like to be with her. Do you deny that?"
Teyla struck again, many times with John barely holding his own. He knew his arms and back would be bruised tomorrow.
"All right, no! I don't deny it," John called out as he pulled himself off the floor yet again. "But it's not what you think. I had those thoughts when I first met her. I was just remembering them today, not having them again."
Teyla paused in her movements to consider what he had said so John continued, "And back then would have been when you and Kanaan hooked up, so you weren't really an option."
Teyla's eyes narrowed and her face became rigid. "You are incorrect, John" she uttered not much above a whisper. "When you returned with tales of Larrin, I thought for sure there was no chance for us. That is when I turned to Kanaan for consolation. He did not know he was second best. And it was only that one time. My people were taken shortly after that."
John stood staring at her, her statement making him feel almost sick. He had driven Teyla into Kanaan's arms when he should have been taking her in his.
"I'm sorry, Teyla," he apologized and repeated, "I'm sorry."
Teyla moved forward with her sticks catching John off guard. "I am not sorry," she said as she flipped John onto the floor again. "If it were not for that, I would not have my son."
John knew this was true yet he still had regrets. He no sooner had pulled himself off the floor a third time when Teyla's sticks flew through the air. He tried his best to defend himself and he never actually got the chance to go on the offensive, she was so worked up.
The next twenty minutes was a whirlwind of motion. John was dripping with sweat and Teyla herself was covered in a radiant sheen. No more words had been spoken. John wasn't even sure what he could say. He hoped Teyla could work out her frustrations this way.
A few more minutes later John was shaking his head at the stars floating in front of his eyes. He reached up to touch the bruise he knew would form on his temple and his hand came away bloody.
"Here," Teyla said as she threw him a towel. John was dismayed that she didn't seem more concerned about his wound. He really started to worry that this incident could cause some permanent problems between them. He'd get on his knees and beg for forgiveness if that case ever happened.
She started swinging her sticks again and he stepped back to narrowly avoid another blow and went down hard. He had been so preoccupied that he hadn't noticed the warning signs that his knee was about to give out. He lay on his side, gritting his teeth to keep from crying out.
Teyla did move closer and ask, "John, are you all right?" In the past, John knew she would have been on the floor, her hand resting on him somewhere. Now she seemed reluctant to be too close. The thought brought more pain than his knee or head were providing.
He pushed himself to a sitting position and massaged the offending knee. "I'm fine," he growled, his mood getting darker by the second. "This knee still has a trace of the neurotoxin in it and likes to misbehave every now and then."
He rubbed harder and through gritted teeth repeated, "I'll be fine. Although I don't think I'm up for any more sparring today."
He looked at Teyla who stood standing in front of him seemingly unsure of what to do next. She had definitely not gotten all her anger out.
"You still seem pretty pissed. You want me to just lie here and you can kick me a few times?" John suggested. If it would improve her mood he was more than willing to do it. "Go ahead. If it will make you feel better."
"Tempting," Teyla replied solemnly but looked down at her bare feet and thought better of it. She didn't know why she was so bothered by Larrin's interest in John. Or perhaps it was the interest she sensed in John for Larrin. Yes it was an old interest and John had shown her more than enough over the last two months that his interest was now with her.
Perhaps old insecurities were at work here. She remembered quite vividly the day they recovered John from his few days with the Travelers. Rodney had been right when he said there was something John wasn't telling them. She had sensed it as well. It had made her finally decide to take Kanaan up on his offer of more than friendship.
She could feel John's anxiety over the situation but she wondered if it was anxiety that she was upset unnecessarily or anxiety that he had been caught. She figured it would not hurt to just stand back and take a little time to let things settle.
"I will clean up and then get Torren from Aleeah. You should probably go to the infirmary."
She picked up her sticks to put in her bag but John stopped her. "You take a shower. I'll get him."
"John," she started to object but he snapped back, "I said I'll get him!"
He grunted as he moved and attempted to get up. She wanted to help him but the snarl on his face halted her actions. He held onto the wall for a few seconds trying to regain his balance and clear his head. When she saw that his knee was holding his weight, she picked up her bag, bowed her head slightly in his direction and left.
John tested his knee out and gave it another minute before he tried using it. While he waited, he thought about all that had happened today. He knew his thoughts had gotten him in trouble but he also knew Teyla was being a bit unreasonable as well.
Okay, she had seen Larrin sniffing around him and maybe he had held onto her hands a bit longer than was necessary. But that was no reason to blatantly flirt with Minelli by sitting on the man's chest for as long as she did. God knows what the Marine was telling his buddies right now.
He started walking, his limp more pronounced than ever. He gave a huge sigh. Yeah, the honeymoon was definitely over.
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Dinner had been more than a little awkward. He and Teyla had been at opposite ends of the table and everyone had noticed, though no one had said anything about it. About that at least. Ronon and Rodney had teased him repeatedly about getting beat by Teyla as attested to by the welt on his head.
Jennifer had lambasted him a few times for not coming to the infirmary to get it checked. And Teyla had sat quietly making no comment at all. Ronon knew the reason behind the quiet and the beating but the others were all a little puzzled but were utilizing their diplomatic skills in not saying anything.
Torren seemed to sense something, too, probably his mother's anger at John. But the poor kid didn't really know how to react. He'd crawled into John's lap and insisted on kissing his boo-boo over and over again. John wanted to tell him that his head wasn't the place that hurt the most. It was his heart.
He absentmindedly rubbed his chest again. He hadn't been that hungry but the small amount he had eaten hadn't really settled too well in his stomach.
Now he was lying down on Teyla's couch, an ice pack on his knee and one over his eye, a concession to not going to the infirmary. T.J. was sitting next to him on the floor, playing with some toy cars. Teyla had just given him a bath and he was already in his pajamas. The only thing left was a story.
John let him play for a few more minutes before Teyla announced, "It is your bedtime, Torren."
T.J. stood up and leaned his elbows on John's reclined figure. "Daddy?" the little boy questioned, unsure if John was well enough for their bedtime routine. John sat up and pulled the boy into his lap, moving the ice packs aside. John held him close for a few moments, needing the warmth of the little body.
Then he deposited him on the floor and instructed, "Go say good night to your Mom."
Torren galloped over to Teyla who was on the balcony watching the sunset. She scooped up the little boy, hugged him fiercely and kissed his cheek. "Good night, my darling."
T.J. ran back inside and followed John into his bedroom. They sat on the bed, John reading more stories than usual. Torren fell asleep on the fourth one but still John didn't move. He sat there on the bed with the slumbering boy in his arms.
He knew he should go out and talk to Teyla but he was almost afraid of what she would say. He knew he was hiding in here with T.J. but he didn't really care. He was enjoying where he was and he was pretty sure he wouldn't enjoy the talk with Teyla. But maybe she had cooled down since this afternoon and he could sweet talk her and even seduce her a bit into not being mad anymore.
He moved Torren under the covers, kissed the child's head and shut the light off as he left the room. Twilight was bathing the living room in a soft, dusky light and John could see Teyla still outside, her back to him. He moved to the doorway and saw her stiffen when she felt his presence. The twinge in his chest grew stronger and he rubbed at it again.
"Teyla," he whispered, tentatively waiting for her to turn around. She didn't.
Teyla heard John whisper her name and knew she had to make a decision. She did not turn around but the reflective walls on the side of the balcony gave her a view of him. His face was drawn, his eyes sad and she wanted to just go to him and tell him everything would be all right. And she knew it would be; in time.
For right now though, she needed this time for her anger, her uncertainty, her jealousy, and her insecurities. And she needed the time to regroup her emotions. She could not do that with John present. When he was near, she simply wanted his touch, his humor, his caring. He tempted her too much with these things. She needed time by herself to sort out her feelings. So she made the decision and hoped he would eventually understand.
"I do not wish for you to share my bed tonight, John."
She said the words with as little emotion as possible. She knew if she sounded even slightly unsure, John would try and comfort her or change her mind and she would probably let him. Her eyes moved to the reflective surface and she saw John's reaction clearly.
He sucked in a deep breath then closed his eyes momentarily. When he opened them she saw pain radiating outward but the rest of his face appeared hard as chiseled stone. Was he angry, she wondered? But his emotions poured off him and into her mind with no effort from her.
He was devastated, distressed and angry but at himself not her. And she almost turned around at the last emotion she felt; fear. He was afraid. She wanted to tell him he had no reason to be. She was sure they could weather this difficulty but for now she needed time and permission to be angry.
He stared at her soulfully then managed to squeak out, "Okay." He rubbed his chest again and started to turn away, then paused.
He looked at her and murmured, "I'm sorry, Teyla. I am … very … sorry."
John saw Teyla sag against the railing as he moved back through the living room. He reached for his belt and sidearm that he conveniently placed on the top of the cabinet each night. Each night for two months it had stayed there while the three of them slept. But not tonight.
Tonight he would go back to his quarters; the place where some of his possessions still resided but not many anymore. His bed hadn't been slept in since his first night back two months ago.
He walked through the door out into the hallway remembering his comment about the honeymoon being over. Forget the honeymoon; his failure in relationships had just struck again.
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