Author's Note: Okay, sorry that this is a little later than I had planned; I was out way more than I thought that I was going to be the past couple of days; and this chapter really didn't want to be written. And my computer is broken again, so I've been switching between my brother's and my sister's, trying to get the rest of this done. :P At long last, I give it to you.

Thank you for all of your reviews on part one; here is part two! :D

------------

July (part two)

------------

Teyla spent a few more minutes reassuring John and Ronon that she was fine, before they left so that she could get dressed. She took a little bit longer than she should have, trying to reassure herself of the same thing that she had just impressed upon her friends; trying to convince herself that she really was alright. What had just happened was not normal; even in the worst of her terrors she had never had such vivid dreams. This was all completely, frighteningly new to her, and she wasn't sure how she was going to deal with it.

When she finally came out, her friends were waiting for her, and she saw them exchange a nervous glance before they headed for the mess hall with her. She did her best to ignore it, and tried desperately to dispel the last lingering fears from her dream by studying John's face He was alive, he was real, he was there. So why did she still feel like she had lost him?

The dream and the feelings that it wrought continued to plague her through breakfast and long into the mission.

------------

Walking beside John as close as she dared, Teyla kept stealing looks at him, unable to shake the feeling that there was something very wrong going on. There was definitely something weird about this world; and it was making her nervous.

Ronon stepped up to her on the other side, giving her a meaningful look, misinterpreting her glances at the colonel. She frown at him.

"Hey, time's a-wastin'," he said to her. "Don't let it leave you behind." Teyla was still trying to figure out his cryptic words when the creatures attacked.

John reacted instantly, throwing his body between her and the creatures, acting as a shield for her.

"Go, Teyla!" he shouted hoarsley as the creatures began to tear at his flesh. "Get out of here!"

"John-"

"Go!" he repeated as one of the creatures sank it's teeth into his neck, ending his life instantly. Somewhere in the shadows, someone laughed.

"NO!" Teyla screamed.

"Teyla?" the voice was so soft and gentle that she almost missed it. But then it came again. "Teyla, are you okay?" she forced her eyes opened, and the green forested landscape of the planet faded away to reveal the poorly-lit cafeteria of Atlantis at night. Standing uncertainly a few feet away, dressed in dark clothes, was...

"John?" she whispered timidly, suddenly ashamed of herself. She hadn't been able to sleep that night, even though they had gotten back from their mission so late that most of the city had been asleep. But for fear of her dream, sleep had eluded her, and she had come down to the mess hall for... she didn't know why, but somehow, she'd gotten the idea in her head that coming down here could help. She must have fallen asleep at one of the tables and had that terrible, terrifying dream. It all felt so childish now. And of course it had been John who had found her like that.

"Teyla, are you alright?" he took a tiny step towards her, but seemed hesitant to get any closer to her. The fit, she remembered. He's afraid that I'll hurt him. That thought saddened her.

"It's alright, Colonel," she said softly. "It's passed, you can come nearer." In truth she needed him to come closer; she still couldn't shake the feeling that all of this wasn't real. She needed to feel him alive, needed to touch him.

John listened, turning the chair to her right to face her and sitting down carefully.

"Are you okay?" he asked again. Teyla moved a little so that her hand was just brushing his, taking a deep breath and feeling some relief at the contact. Then she realized that she hadn't answered him.

"I will be," she assured him softly, shifting her gaze away from him. John tilted his head, trying to look into her eyes.

"These are bad; they're getting worse." It wasn't a question. "Teyla, what are you dreaming about?" she shook her head swiftly.

"I can't tell you." How could she tell him that she kept seeing his death? That she was scared that it was visions of the future, and that she was watching the man that she loved die over and over again. How could she tell him that she loved him when he was afraid of her, afraid to get too close. How could she say that when he didn't love her back?

"Teyla..." he seemed about to press her, but then seemed to think the better of it and sighed. "You know that I'll always be here for you if you need me." But would he? What if he was really going to die?

"Thank you John," she whispered. His hand moved to cover hers, and a warm tingle traveled up her arm and into her body. She bowed her head so that he couldn't see her face, afraid that he's see right through to everything that she was hiding, and that he'd hate her for it. But the effort of hiding it was too much for her, and she started to cry.

Gingerly, John's arms wrapped around her, and pulled her closer, as carefully as if she were delicate enough to break under his touch.

It was enough for her; she melted into him and let herself cry. And John let her.

At some point, she realized lter, she must have fallen asleep; because she awakened in her own room, alone. She would have believed everything that had happened between them in the mess hall was just another dream, of a different kind, but for the fact that she had a very fuzzy memory of him kissing her; and the fact that her lips still tingled from it. She didn't remember why he had done it or what had led up to it, but the memory stayed with her, comforting her in her fear. She supposed that it could have been another dream as well; but even if it was, it was better than anything else her mind had conjured up lately.

She held tight to that memory, or dream, or whatever it was, and let herself be carried off into sleep, in search of it again.

------------

Far away, someone watched everything going on with interest. And then he laughed.

------------

A/N: So there you go. Tiny bit of a cliffie there; but nothing TOO bad, right? *cringes* *apologizes*

I'll be gone for most of this week and most of the next; so no promises as to the August chapter. But I have it partially planned already, so I promise that I'll try to work on it as soon as I can! Until then, I hope you enjoy, and God bless! :D