NIGHTMARES
Chapter 4
John shook his head at Teyla, smiling. "All right. We're gonna try a different approach. One that doesn't involve Rodney's invisible mother. You two stay here. I'm gonna go find Dr. Heightmeyer. I hope they teach you freaky dream mojo in psychiatry school."
Teyla stopped him slightly grabbing his arm as he began to hustle off. "I do not think it is wise to split up. You may become lost yourself if there is no one there to ground you, Colonel." Her forehead was furrowed with concern. John smiled his boyish smile and replied, "I'll be fine. I'm just gonna go get the good doc and I'll come straight back. Scout's honor."
Teyla did not know what that meant but frowned and nodded in approval. She went and sat with Rodney who was muttering to himself.
John jogged off, his eyes constantly vigil looking for more of the crew as he scurried down hallway after hallway, heading towards Kate Heightmeyer's quarters. He finally reached her hallway, which was just as empty as all the rest and stood in front of her door. He was about to knock when he heard someone clear their throat behind him.
"Teyla?……….What are you doing here? I thought I told you to wait with Rodney?"
Teyla approached him slowly, her eyes bearing down hard on him. Something was different about her, he thought. Her walk was slightly different than normal as she made her way to him.
He was about to say something else; when he noticed her clothing was much tighter than usual. Much tighter.
John's eyes practically bugged out of his skull when suddenly, he realized. "Oh God, no—"
Teyla stepped close to John and slowly pressed her body against his and tilted her head so that her mouth was only inches from his. "Hello, John," she said, her voice smoky. Her eyes were gazing longingly at his and burned with a desire he only knew too well.
His heartbeat sped up and his breath quickened. He put his hands up defensively and pushed her away slightly by her bare shoulders. "Ok, this is awkward. I know you're not real."
She smiled coyly. "I'm as real as you're making me."
John's eyes lingered at the outline of her figure momentarily, before he shook his head hard. "Focus, John, focus! Look, 'Imaginary Teyla', I gotta get the doc so we can all wake up, so can you just…..poof away?….Please?"
Teyla looked down at herself for a moment and then back at him. She smiled wildly. "Well, I think it is pretty obvious Colonel, that you do not really want me to go away or else I would not be here anymore." She leisurely walked back towards him, her barefoot feet padding on the floor. She brushed her hand against his head, stroking his spiky hair. "This is what you have been waiting for, is it not? For her to tell you how much she wants you, how much she needs you?" She looked deep into his eyes. "I can tell you that. I can tell you anything you want." She leaned forward and kissed him gently, biting his lip as she slowly pulled away.
He looked at her, his eyes blazing with a longing. "But you're not real. You're not her."
"Does it really matter?"
He pushed her away again, this time more forcefully. "It matters to me."
And poof, she was gone.
"Colonel???"
John turned to see Dr. Keller standing in the hallway in her nightgown, staring at him strangely. He noticed his hands were grasping at air as he held off an imaginary Teyla.
His face turned a definite purple in embarrassment and he cleared his throat nervously. "Hey, Dr Keller. How's it going?"
She approached him cautiously. "Um…..well I'm not sure. I just had a conversation with a patient who died in my arms last week, so I'd say its going not good?? May I ask what you were just doing? It looked like you were um….talking…with someone?" She made a face.
John looked away, horrified. "Erm…long story. Anyways, we think we're all stuck in our dreams so I was coming to find Dr. Heightmeyer hoping she can figure a way out of this. Care to come along?"
Dr. Keller took in what he said for a moment and he then shrugged her shoulders. "Sounds like a plan, Colonel."
