A/N Sorry it's been so long. Real life took over and kicked me in the face. Anyways, here ya go.

Amazingly, I was only trapped in the hospital wing for a week this time. After Carson ran out of reasons to hold me, he reluctantly released me. That, of course, did not mean I was free. Ronon was with me for practically every hour of the day. Normally I find this to be a very calming event, but not recently. Every time I was quiet for what he deemed to be too long of a time, he would jump up and come to me, asking if I am all right.

"Ronon, I am fine," I said for what was the latest in a long line of questions about my wellbeing. "I appreciate that you are concerned, but it is unnecessary. I promise you that I will tell you if something is wrong. I am just thinking."

"Teyla," Ronon said, leaning over the cafeteria table that separated us. "I won't lose you."

I wasn't sure how to respond to that. "Ronon, I am fine. And you are a very observant man, I am sure that if something goes wrong, you will be the first to notice." Ronon just sighed and went back to his food. I looked back down to mine, and luckily, Ronon did not try to force conversation. We sat in an easy silence until John bounded up to us and sat next to me.

"Hey guys," he said. He tried to sneakily look at me from the corner of his eye. I rolled my eyes.

"Yes John?" I asked. "Is there something in my teeth?"

"I, uh, just wondering how you are," John rambled off lamely.

"I am fine," I said through gritted teeth. I stood with my tray. "I am going to my room. No," I said when Ronon made a move to stand. "I will call if I need you."

"And if you're passed out on the floor?" Ronon asked.

"I will check in every hour," I said, exasperated. "I do not require babysitting." I turned on my heel and left. I walked quickly to my room and sat on my bed. I felt bad for snapping at Ronon and John, but I was getting frustrated. There was no end in sight to the constant babying I was receiving. I groaned and fell back onto the bed, feeling sleep tugging at my mind.

I whirled around, confused. I could not remember ever being to this planet before, so I was not sure why I was suddenly there now. I heard a hiss and I turned. It was the Wraith, the Wraith that for some reason wanted my death. I froze, suddenly too frightened to move. He was coming closer, and I still couldn't move. The klaxons in the distance startled me into shaking myself clear. Klaxons?

"I'll get you next time," he promised, as the dream faded.

I sat up straight in bed, covered in sweat. I took a few uneven breaths, then realized the alarm was from my ear. My ear? Oh, my earpiece. The sound of alarms was mixed with voices. I managed to pick out John's, telling me something about the stargate. I couldn't hear right because of all the noise in the background.

"I will be there as soon as I can," I said. I jumped out of bed and started running down the halls. Ronon met up with me halfway there and we both ran in silence to the control room. The klaxons were loud enough that John and Elizabeth didn't hear us until we were already next to them.

"Can we cut the sirens please?" Elizabeth yelled, when we appeared next to her. The next second it was silent.

"What is happening?" I asked.

"Are you feeling well enough to-"

"Elizabeth, I am fine!" I nearly yelled. She appraised me for a moment, a bit taken aback, before nodding.

"There is an unauthorized off world activation. Nothing's been sent through the wormhole, for now. It's just connected, we don't know what they want," she said.

"There's a transmission!" Rodney said suddenly.

"Put it through," Elizabeth ordered immediately.

"Audio only," Rodney said.

"I know you are there," a hissing voice came. I froze. It was the voice from my dream. The voice of the Wraith. The Wraith that wanted me dead.

"Shit," Ronon said, taking in the look on my face. He has picked up entirely too many words from John.

"Now, let's discuss the terms on your female's life."