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A/N Nerwen Aldarion: Hey sorry for the long wait but we got caught up in The Libra Trilogy but lucky for you guys we hit some writers block on the first chapter of the third part and we decided to update this story. I think all you Spanky fans will like this chapter.

A/N Tinuviel Undomiel: Pretty funny in the beginning with John in this chapter. Things will continue to be hilarious as this story continues so if you are a fan of comedy you will love it.

Chapter 4: Bar Fights, Dates and Secrets Revealed

Ronon hadn't left the apartment he shared with John in over a week. All he did was mope and chug down beer bottles to help numb the pain. "I'm all for drinking loads of alcohol," John said lightly, "but you gotta get out of this place."

"I like this place," he replied, "It's a nice place, very cozy."

"Yes, the empty beer bottles and piles of dirty dishes do add a homey feel to the place."

"What do you want?" Ronon growled at his sarcasm.

"Come out with me, Lorne and Rodney," John said, "We're going to that bar, Lucky Star, and I think you should come."

"You mean McKay's talking to me?" he asked.

John frowned, "Why wouldn't he be?"

"Well, Weir and Cadman are Teyla's best friends so they can't talk to me and since Beckett and Cadman stopped dancing around each other three years ago he has to give me the silent treatment as well."

"Oh," he said, silent for a moment before saying, "Well I can guarantee Rodney, Lorne and myself will be willing to talk to you the entire evening over shots of whiskey."

Ronon sat up from the bed, "Why are you so determined to get me out of here?"

"No reason."

"You're a good liar, Shep, but not a great one."

"Alright, the truth is I think if you get out you might just…" John paused as he tried to think of a way to word this, "find someone else."

"No."

"Just…"

"No."

"Would it…?"

"No."

"Can you say something else besides no?" John asked.

"Yes."

"Now were getting somewhere," he teased, "Alright, I promise you won't have to talk to any pretty girls, just come with us to the bar."

He sent him a stony glare before getting up, "Only to shut you up."

The band of four men entered the bar and commandeered a table. The bartender, nicknamed Lucky hence the name Lucky Star, took their orders and passed out the different glasses of alcohol.

"Hey that one's hot," John pointed to a leggy blonde sitting at the bar.

"In more ways than one," Lorne said knowingly.

"Samantha Carter's better," Rodney said.

"Samantha Carter's married."

"It won't last," he replied.

"Keep dreaming Rodney," Marcus teased, "and you'll be alone forever."

"What about her?" John nodded to a pretty brunette entering the Lucky Star.

"Stop it," Ronon growled, "You said you wouldn't talk about girls."

"Actually I said you wouldn't have to talk to a girl I didn't say we couldn't talk about them nor scope out potential partners."

He raised an eyebrow, "You're looking for a serious relationship?"

John grinned, "Not that kind of partner."

"Let's stop talking about girls," Rodney suggested.

"Why, you jealous cause you can't get any?"

He took a defensive stance, "I can get girls!"

"In your head."

"Oh now that's just…"

"What'd you do when your occupation was a thief?" Lorne asked John, changing the subject, "You must have a bunch of interesting stories."

"Yeah, I've got a few," he said.

Ronon finished his drink, "Tell them about the time you seduced the girl who turned out to be a virgin."

He looked down at his drink, "I don't know if I'm comfortable with that one."

"Too bad, I'm interested," Marcus said.

"Me too," Rodney said.

"Well I'm not."

"Come on, what could it hurt?" Ronon asked, "You told me."

"That was different."

"Why?"

John shrugged unconvincingly, "It just was."

"Good argument," Lorne said.

"Look, it was not my proudest moment," he said, "I mean I did steal two things from her when I was only aiming for one."

"What else did you take from her?" Rodney asked, "Besides the obvious."

"It was a necklace."

"Hmm," he mused suspiciously, "Was it a ruby set in gold plating?"

"Yeah."

"With the engraved initials H. L. W.?"

"I think so," John said.

Rodney started laughing hysterically, making his friends look at him oddly. "Has he finally cracked?" Lorne voiced aloud.

"I can't believe it was you!" he howled with laughter.

"What about me is so unbelievable?" John asked.

"You slept with Elizabeth Weir!"

He visibly winced at Rodney's proclamation, something that didn't escape Ronon, "So that's why it was different, you already knew."

"Worse, she's my partner."

Ronon chuckled, "Boy, are you in trouble."

"Why cause she's my partner?" John asked.

"No, cause her father's standing right behind you."

"What?" John turned around but all he saw was a large fist flying towards him and then nothing.

His now unconscious form fell against a man taking a sip of a very tall glass of beer causing him to spill. His friend beside him began laughing and the drunken man, his shirt sopping with beer, took offense and knocked him down to the floor. A brawl broke out. Stools were uplifted from their resting places and bashed over men's backs, beer bottles were cracked over heads. The smell of alcohol and blood stirred the primitive urge to tear off a foe's head.

In the midst of all this chaos, Ronon had scooped up John's unconscious body and worked his way to the door. "Now this was fun," he declared.

Elizabeth, Teyla and Laura were enjoying a girl's night of Friday Night Poker, one Elizabeth was winning. She was in good spirits, the best she'd been in ever since she'd found out that John Sheppard was the Last Altera and her new partner.

"Read em and weep," she cheered as she laid down her cards.

"Geeze you are on your game tonight," Laura whined as Elizabeth raked in her chips.

"I'm just a good card player."

"I think she's cheating," Teyla voiced playfully.

"Hey, that's not fair," she stated.

"We have to do something to heal our wounded pride," she continued.

Elizabeth laughed, "Tonight is actually a good night."

The door to Teyla's apartment opened and all three women looked up when a loud voice boomed, "Elizabeth!"

Elizabeth left the table, "Dad, what's wrong? I thought you were at Lucky's."

"I was," her father said in a tone that made her wince inside, "While I was there I happened to overhear a very interesting conversation between a group of men."

"Since when do you eavesdrop?" she asked, a little playfully.

Her father was unmoved by her comment, "Do you know a John Sheppard?"

Immediately, her face paled, "Uh…no?"

"Strange because I heard him say he was the man who seduced you but I'm sure that was all a misunderstanding, right?"

"Uh oh," Laura whispered unable to look away from the scene unfolding in front her.

"Umm, Dad," she began, "Can we talk about this somewhere else?"

"No, we are going to talk about this now."

Elizabeth panicked and looked around the apartment for some way to get out of this. At that moment, the door to the second bedroom opened. "Mommy?" Tina came out of her room, rubbing her sleepy eyes, "What's going on?"

"We can't discuss this in front of a child," she gestured to Tina.

Her father gave her a look that clearly said he didn't care, "Did he seduce you?"

"Child," she pointed emphatically, "standing right there."

"I see a child standing right in front of me," he stated, crossing his arms.

"Oh, good one," Laura remarked, earning a glare from Elizabeth.

"But I'm not a child anymore, Dad," she said, "and as an adult, I have the responsibility of making my own decisions."

"As far as I can tell your decisions have been extremely irresponsible."

"That doesn't matter, they were my decisions."

"Well led to this decision to cavort in sexual relations with the first man you saw?" he asked.

"Tina, come here," Teyla waved her daughter over, sat her in her lap and covered her ears.

"It wasn't like that," Elizabeth said, "And I can't believe you just said 'sexual relations'."

"This is like a horror movie," Teyla commented.

"Only way more entertaining," Laura teased.

"Then what was it?" her father asked.

"A very bad hangover," she explained, "I was on Norona and I was missing Mom, so I went to this bar and he started talking to me and I drank too much."

"Are you saying he took advantage of you?" he inquired.

"Not quite."

"What does that mean?"

"While I was drunk, I was not completely robbed of my senses," she admitted, "I swear on normal circumstances I never would have let it happen but these were not normal circumstances and I was quite willing to do whatever he wanted."

Her confession sparked up his anger again, "How could you allow yourself to get drunk in front of a man like that?"

"I have asked myself that same question a thousand times," Elizabeth said.

"So you're not going to do anything this foolish again?"

"Pick any holy object and I'll swear on it," she assured him, smiling a little to smooth the waters.

"Well now that's over with," Teyla said as she released her hold over her daughter's ears.

"You know, General Weir," Laura said as she left the table to put an empty glass in the sink, "I can't believe you just overheard the fact that your daughter was seduced by a rogue and you left the guy intact."

His silence was the answer.

"What did you do?" Elizabeth asked him.

"What any father would do," he replied.

A look of horror appeared in her eyes, "Please tell me you didn't cut anything off."

"Here we go again," Teyla covered Tina's ears again.

"No," he said, "he was unconscious but not dismembered."

"Oh my god," she gasped and raced to grab her coat.

Her father followed her, "Elizabeth!"

Once they had both left the apartment Teyla released her daughter. "Well that was entertaining," Laura said as she helped her clean up.

"Poor Elizabeth," Teyla sympathized, "To have your father find out that you were seduced by the very man who did the deed."

"I know it's like your worst nightmare coming true."

"Mommy?" Tina spoke up.

"Yes, sweetie?"

"What's sexual mean?"

Teyla's eyes widened with shock while Laura laughed, "Good luck with that one."

It was an effort just to open his eyes when John finally regained consciousness. He put a hand on his throbbing head, "Did I fall down a cliff or something?"

"No," Ronon said, handing him an ice pack, "Elizabeth Weir's father overheard the fact that you seduced his daughter and decided to defend her honor."

"I remember now," a fearful thought entered his mind and he quickly reached beneath the sheets. He openly sighed of relief when he found every part of his anatomy was still intact.

"All he did was knock you out," Ronon said.

"That's a relief," John said, putting the ice to his swollen eye.

"You lied."

He turned to look at him with his good eye, "What are you talking about?"

"You told me you didn't remember her name, you lied didn't you?"

"I might be going blind in one eye and you want to know if I lied before?"

"Yep."

"You're a cruel friend," John declared.

"Just answer the question."

He took down the ice pack and played with the corners, "Yeah," he confessed, "you mentioned her name when you were talking about Teyla and I didn't know how you'd react if I told you that I stole her virtue and her mother's necklace."

"I could tell you right now, I wouldn't have punched you," Ronon said, "In fact I probably would have laughed."

"I know…I guess it just felt weird."

"I'm guessing that this is painful right now," he said.

"Very."

"I'll get some pain reliever," Ronon got up from the chair he'd been sitting in to walk to the small medicine cabinet. There was a knock on the door, so he tossed John the bottle and went to answer that. He never expected to find Elizabeth Weir on the other side.

"What are you doing here?" he asked.

"Is he still alive?"

"You're talking to me?"

"Answer the question."

"If you're talking about John he is breathing and in fairly good health," he informed her.

"Can I see him?"

"Is your father going to return to finish the job he started?"

"I sent him back home," Elizabeth assured him just as John appeared in the door. She gasped when she saw the purple flesh surrounding his eye, "Oh my god."

"Pretty ain't it?" John teased before turning to Ronon, "Give us a few moments okay?"

"Sure," Ronon said as he let Elizabeth into the apartment and waited outside.

Elizabeth took a quick sweep of the apartment before concluding this was a bachelor's pad in every way. "So what brings you to my humble home?" John asked.

"I just had a very interesting conversation with my father and I figured I had to do damage control."

"Oh well thanks for your concern," he said dryly.

"I hadn't told my father about…that night."

"I got that when I saw his fist flying towards my face."

"I'm very sorry," she apologized sincerely, "I didn't mean for any of this to happen."

"Apology accepted."

Elizabeth wasn't sure why but those two words seemed to boil deep inside of her. Here she was apologizing to the man who seduced her and stole her virginity and all because her father punched him after overhearing him bragging to his friends about his conquest. Yes, the universe was about to implode.

She snapped. "You know, you should be apologizing to me."

John looked her up and down, "You seem to be in prime condition with nothing turning a lovely shade of purple."

"It's not my fault my father did this to you."

"If you had told him about our little sleepover on Norona this," he pointed to his swollen eye, "wouldn't have happened."

"Well if you hadn't announced to the entire bar that you stole my virginity you wouldn't have provoked my father," Elizabeth challenged.

"I didn't tell anyone…except Ronon," he finished.

"I don't believe you."

"Why would I tell anyone?"

"Because to you," she began, "stealing people's prized possessions are a game."

John took a step closer to her so she had to look up to meet his eyes, "That's what you think of me?"

"You haven't proven to me otherwise."

"I suppose this is the part where I say 'I'm going to prove you wrong' but I don't really see the point," he told her.

"Fine with me," she said, "I never wanted anything from you. All I wanted was to never see you again but you showed up anyways and to make matters worse you are the only hope to beating the Rumarans."

"I'm just full of surprises aren't I?" he gave her a smug smile even though she could see there was anger in his eyes.

"I'm leaving," Elizabeth said walking away towards the door.

"You could have told me."

She stopped and whirled around to face him, "What?"

"Before, you could have told me you were a virgin," he said.

"Would that have stopped you?" she asked, "Did you feel guilty?"

"If I said yes, would you believe me?" he inquired.

A moment stretched between them before she shook her head.

"Then I'll say what you want, no."

"Good," she turned away again but he grabbed her arm.

"I didn't do anything you didn't want that night," John said.

"I know that."

"And now?" he asked leaning in closer, "What do you want now?"

Elizabeth felt her heart skip a beat and the blood rush through her veins but she forced herself to say, "I want to leave."

John took a step back and gestured to the door, "Then leave."

Her traitorous body was still rippling with emotion as she left the apartment. She leaned against the door and willed for her heart to stop racing. "You hate him," she whispered aloud, "remember you hate him."

"Do you?"

Elizabeth eyed Ronon with contempt before pushing off the door and walking away.

After the whole fiasco with Elizabeth and her father Ronon decided it would be good to get out of the apartment. He ended up in the hangar bay working on his ship; the whole six weeks on Karaden had left his ship badly in need of repairs.

John didn't come with him, since he got his black eye plenty of women on the base had been giving him their sympathies…and other things. Ronon was beginning to think that John would give himself another black eye when this one healed to keep up the attention.

Unfortunately for him when he crawled out from under his ship, he looked up and saw Teyla talking to one of the managers about her own ship. She caught sight of him around the same time as he saw her, after openly staring at him for a few moments she quickly diverted her attention back to the hangar bay manager but every so often Teyla's eyes would dart back to Ronon. Ronon knew this because he watched her.

Half an hour later Ronon decided that fate hated him again, a teenage daughter of some general or other walked into the hangar bay holding the hand of Teyla's daughter. The little girl broke free and ran screaming to her mother, who caught her in a fierce hug and turned a surprised face towards the teenager.

Teyla talked with the girl for a few minutes, Ronon guessed the teenager was explaining why she had to leave. Soon enough Teyla was left alone with her daughter in the hangar bay. Ronon crawled underneath his ship again; he couldn't stand watching that little girl. When it was just Teyla he could pretend that Terrin and her daughter didn't exist, but when they were around it was just a constant slap in the face that he no longer had any claim over Teyla.

While underneath the ship he glanced up and saw two small pink tennis shoes standing outside of the ship, he pulled himself out of the ship and saw the little girl he despised so much with an impish grin that only made her face look more angelic, he hated that. "Hiya," she said cheerfully, "I'm Tina, who are you?"

"Ronon," he mumbled begging for the fates to kill him where he stood.

"You sound cranky," Tina observed, "maybe you need a nap."

Teyla realized just where her daughter was, she rushed over, "Tina what are you doing over here?" she asked grabbing her daughter's hand ready to drag her away.

"He new Mommy," the child explained, "I want to say hi."

"Well now you've said hi so let's go."

Ronon was amused by Teyla's blatant need to get her daughter away from him, "You know you shouldn't bring a child here."

"I didn't have much of a choice, her sitter Marta had a family emergency that I couldn't very well…" Teyla paused, "why am I explaining myself to you? You certainly have no claim over me or my daughter."

"What about your friends, Elizabeth or Laura, I'm sure they could take her."

"There wasn't enough time but yes sure I'll call them up immediately and have them watch Tina."

"It doesn't do much good now," Ronon pointed out, "she's already been in here for a while, you're lucky she didn't get hurt."

"She is my daughter mine." Teyla pointed out, "you are not a father and you have no say over what I do or what happens to my daughter."

"Yeah well you're doing a real fine job as a mother," Ronon said sarcastically.

Teyla sat there a steamed for a few seconds then slapped Ronon squarely across the face, "Mommy you hit someone!" Tina gasped as Teyla all but dragged her away.

"I was provoked."

"You say don't hit nobody!"

"Yes well that man is nobody," Teyla explained, "and I want you to stay away from him."

"But why?"

"Just stay away from him," Teyla told her, "alright?"

"Okay," Tina said quietly, "he just look like he need to cheer up."

"That's very sweet," Teyla said softly, "but he can cheer himself up."

With an armful of reports, Elizabeth walked slowly towards John Sheppard's apartment. Jack had pulled her aside that morning and happily informed her that she needed to get to work with the Last Altera. She knew he loved to make her life miserable.

After last week, she would have gladly chosen to never see John again unfortunately that was not an option for her. She stopped in front of the door but didn't knock. It was ominous, this barrier blocking her from him. If she signaled for it to be opened she would be at his mercy again, something a piece of her wouldn't mind. She thought she was over him. Maybe for the past couple of years she would pretend that she had meant something to him but she had always known the truth, so why did it hurt?

Elizabeth took a deep breath and closed her eyes before knocking. There was a slim chance of hope that he wasn't home but that was torn to shreds when the door opened. John looked at her with surprise, "Of all the people I thought would be knocking on my door, you didn't make the list. No offense intended."

"None taken," she replied and walked past him into the apartment.

"Sure, come on in," he responded dryly, "make yourself at home."

Elizabeth noticed some lace peeking out from under the sofa and pulled it out. It turned out to be a black bra and her heart sank against her will, "Looks like you've said that to other girls as well."

"Don't tell me you're jealous," he said.

"Not in the least," she replied, tossing the skimpy piece of lingerie on the floor.

"So what brings you here?" he asked, taking a seat on the sofa

"Jack informed me that since we are partners we have work to do," she pointed to the reports on the coffee table.

"Light reading huh?"

"We are also leaving for a mission on Korit in two days."

"Thanks for the info," he replied, picking up a report and opening it. Elizabeth selected one herself but remained standing. "I don't bite you know," he said gesturing to the open spot on the couch.

She eyed the bra lying on the floor, "I'd rather stand in case, due to recent activity, the sofa collapses."

"Good to see jealousy gives you a sense of humor," he grinned.

"I'm not jealous," she stated just as a knock sounded on the door.

John tossed the report on the table and left the sofa to answer the door. Elizabeth heard giggles which warned her that she wouldn't like the person who she was just about to meet.

"Sorry, but I like, think I like left something here."

"Well come on in," he invited, "Let's see if we can find it."

Elizabeth saw him return with a beautiful blonde she recognized vaguely as one of the commander's daughters. The woman's vacant blue eyes turned from full of glitter to malice, "Who is she?"

"His masseuse," she replied.

"A what?"

"You sure can pick them, John," Elizabeth said, "I think you've got a real winner here."

"Candy…" he began.

"Now that's a real treat."

"Candy," he continued, "this is my partner, Elizabeth Weir."

"Partner, as in your wife?" Candy asked in a suspicious tone.

"No!" they both exclaimed at the same time.

"She's not my wife," he continued.

"And I am never going to be his wife," she added.

"Oh," Candy said, "Well that's a relief." She turned back to John and turned on her smile, "So today was like soooo great."

"Oh boy," Elizabeth muttered and quickly escaped to the kitchen to look for either some alcohol or a knife. Getting drunk or stabbing the little trollop were two very attractive options.

The door opening interrupted her hunt and Ronon entered the apartment. He eyed her with interest, "What are you doing here?"

"I was working with my partner until a more important matter arose," she replied.

"What important matter?"

"A leggy blonde important matter."

"Which blonde?" Ronon asked, "Jala or Kari?"

"Candy."

"New one then," he said.

Elizabeth decided to end her search for a weapon and leave the apartment, "Still not talking to me then, huh?"

"No I'm not," she replied.

"I'm surprised," he said, "I thought you would be happy since I made your dreams come true."

Elizabeth frowned, "What are you talking about?"

"I brought you the Last Altera."

"Please return him."

"What if he wasn't…him?" Ronon asked, "What if he was exactly what you wanted, would you still hate me?"

"Yes."

"Why?"

"Because you hurt my best friend!" she shouted, "You left her all alone, for a noble cause granted, but on a foolish endeavor. One that turned out to be productive, I guess," she muttered, "but you still left!"

"I did the right thing!" he defended, "I found him didn't I!"

At this point both John and Candy had arrived to silently observe this argument. "That doesn't matter," Elizabeth continued, "You abandoned her, pregnant and alone!" As soon as the words left her mouth, she slapped a hand over it and her eyes grew huge.

"What?!" Ronon exclaimed.

"I…I didn't say that," she said, "You just abandoned her, nothing else."

"Teyla…abandoned…pregnant…" he said as his mind wrapped around Elizabeth's accidental confession. He grabbed her shoulders and shook her, "Are you saying Teyla's daughter is my daughter?!"

"Uh…"she searched for a good lie but came up short. Ronon released her and stomped towards the door, "Wait!" she called after him but the door slammed closed.

She turned to John, her only hope, "Help me stop him!"

John grinned, "Are you kidding, I'm gonna watch."

After the incident in the hangar bay and a long rant to Laura about the imbecile that is Ronon Laura took Tina away for a few hours so Teyla could have some quiet and work on getting rid of the headache she had acquired.

She lay down on the couch and relished in the silence…that is until loud banging on the door broke it. "Not happening," she muttered and pulled herself up on the couch and stumbled her way to the door.

Teyla opened the door and snapped awake as soon as she saw Ronon outside of it, she shut the door as quickly as she could before he could react and step inside. "What are you doing here?!" she yelled from inside her apartment.

"You were pregnant?!"

"Four years ago," Teyla said, "that generally occurs when you have a child."

"Is this child my child?!"

Teyla's eyes widened as she sank down to the floor, "No," she told him wavering a little.

"I don't believe you."

She tried to think of a come back, "Go away!"

"Open the door!"

"No!"

"I want a straight answer Teyla!" Ronon yelled from behind the door.

"Go straight to hell!"

John caught up with Ronon then who was still banging on the door for entrance, "Did she tell you anything."

"Does it look like it?"

"I don't think banging on the door is going to get it open," John pointed out.

"Then what do you suggest I do?" Ronon asked annoyed. John waved his hand and the door opened, "Thanks," Ronon said and rushed inside.

Teyla was standing there stunned, "How did you do that?"

"The Last Altera likes me it gives me a few favors."

"Another reason for me to hate him."

Ronon glared at her, "Do I have a daughter?"

Teyla looked him in the eye, "No, I have a daughter you do not."

"Were you pregnant with her when I left?"

"That is none of your concern." Teyla told him.

"It is my concern if she is my child," Ronon said angrily.

"You weren't concerned about her when you left." Teyla pointed out.

"So she is my child."

Teyla glared at him, "I didn't say that."

"Just answer the damn question!" Ronon yelled.

"Fine," Teyla shouted back, "yes you are the one who got me pregnant, only you and no one else!"

Ronon was silent for a moment taking in the news, "You should have told me."

"I believe I just did," Teyla said sarcastically.

"Before…"

"Before what?" Teyla asked, "Before you left because I have news for you I was rushing back home to tell you when you were walking out the door and out of my life for five years!!!"

"Then you should have told me when I got back!"

"You were gone for five years! That means you missed my entire pregnancy, her first steps, birthdays and you missed out on your chance to be a part of her life!"

"What are you saying?!" Ronon asked very angry now, "You're not going to let me be her father?!"

"You are not her father," Teyla told him, "her father is the man that was at her first birthday, her father is the man who spends the afternoon watching her favorite program her father is the man that has been there for every single moment of her life!"

"Terrin," Ronon said rolling his eyes.

"Yes Terrin, he was there for me when I needed him throughout my pregnancy, he was there when she took her first steps and he is going to be the one that will be there the rest of her life!"

"I am her father!" Ronon explained, "And I will be there for her now!"

"I won't allow it." Teyla stated firmly.

"What do you mean you won't allow it?"

"I mean you gave up your rights when you left," Teyla explained, "You don't get to be her father!"

"Mommy what's going on?" Teyla and Ronon turned to see Laura and Tina in the doorway.

"Nothing sweetheart," Teyla turned to Ronon, "this man was just leaving."

Ronon was staring at the little girl who looked back at him with his own eyes he realized, Tina had his eyes. He also found that he couldn't argue with Teyla in front of his daughter. He with a glare at Teyla he left leaving Teyla alone with Laura and Tina.

As soon as he left Teyla collapsed onto the couch and the tears she had bottle up inside came rushing out. "What is it?" Laura asked.

"He knows," Teyla explained brushing away the tears, "and I don't know what I'm going to do."

TBC

A/N: So what did you think? Next chap the Prank War begins between John and Elizabeth and Ronon still tries to convince Teyla to allow him in Tina's life, he also learns about the manner of his 'death', trust me you'll want to stick around for this.