Disclaimer: Uh yeah right, we own Atlantis?

A/N Tinuviel Undomiel: Sorry for the wait, but we got excited about other things and then we had computer trouble then more computer trouble so now we're back and bearing a new chap. I think all of you will like this and yes we get ot see Elizabeth drink tequila.

A/N Nerwen Aldarion: Hey ya'll this chapter has some more TeylaRonon angst and some arguments and next chapter I'll start writing funny stuff, my happiness is due to spoilers I found for the episode Echoes, all you TeylaRonon fans will definatley love it and Sparky fans will find something to like as well.

A couple reviews that we needed to respond to:

Sophie Fatale- John is not a jerk, even though we all hate him for choosing Regina. He is trying to do the right thing and now has to learn the hard way what the right thing really is.

tracey- Regina is NOT my mary sue. I am nothing like Regina, trust me, besides out taste in movies I hate football and I don't looke like her at all. Her look is based off of Dina Meyer and her personality is my own design, but not like mine.

Flowerbud- Elizabeth is not going to pull a Meredith Grey and start sleeping with everybody, not only did I not like that plot line in Grey's Anatomy but it's not in Elizabeth's character and we try to keep them in character as possible.

Chapter 11: The Name of the Game is Pain

A week after the fire on the mainland and Callina's birth the Gossips were still on full drive.

"Do you think they'll get back together?"

"Oh the baby is so cute!"

"Is Ronon still mad about her not telling him?"

Of course they had something else to talk about.

"I heard Colonel Sheppard is back together with his wife."

"Dr. Weir is heartbroken, I can tell."

"What did she expect falling for Captain Kirk?"

Elizabeth ignored the gossip and everything else. Instead she followed her normal escape plan and buried herself under an avalanche of work. It provided anesthesia for the pain and she could almost forget about it all. Almost.

The sound of military boots stomping towards her office made Elizabeth look up. Colonel Caldwell walked in with a familiar angry look on his face. "I was just told that Teyla and Ronon had a baby a week ago."

Elizabeth put her pen down and sighed, "Yes, but if you wish to congratulate her I believe she is in her quarters or perhaps visiting her daughter in the infirmary."

"I came to ask you what the hell you think you are doing."

She frowned, "What do you mean?"

"Obviously you can't control your city," Caldwell explained, "They were in a relationship and you didn't see it."

"No one saw it…"

"And now they are at odds and have a child," he continued, "Personal relationships like this are a weakness on a team and you should know that."

"Teyla and Ronon are not from Earth. The SGC and the IOA have no jurisdiction on them," Elizabeth sighed again, "And I have said this before, I can't control everyone's personal life."

"Not even your own apparently."

Her eyes narrowed, "Excuse me?"

"It's all over the city that Colonel Sheppard has started a relationship with his ex-wife and that your personal feelings for him have not been returned."

Elizabeth wasn't sure how to respond to that. Then the anger set in her eyes and she rose from her chair, "Get out," she hissed.

"We will talk about this later," Caldwell stated.

"Go!"

He eyed her one last time before he walked out of her office. She sat back down into her chair and closed her eyes. For several minutes she remained still and the pain in her heart flowed through her. Then her fingers found her pen and she opened her eyes to begin working again—her anesthesia.

Teyla smiled brightly at everyone she passed as she made her way to the infirmary, she ignored the whispers that followed her.

"Hey," Regina said as Teyla walked into the infirmary.

"How is Callina?" Teyla asked as she stood in front of the isolette.

"Fine we're waiting until she reaches four pounds," Regina explained, "and then you can take her home."

Teyla grinned, "Home…that sounds wonderful." She reached in and gently stroked her baby's fingers. The infant immediately gripped her mother's fingers. Teyla giggled and traced over her daughter's feathery head with her other hand.

"Hello mommy," Regina and Teyla both looked up to see John walking through the door, "How's Callie?"

Teyla raised an eyebrow, "Her name is Callina."

Regina laughed, "It won't do any good, remember I told you about how he is with nicknames, pretty soon we'll all be calling her Callie."

"So you might as well give it up," John laughed and waked over to look at the baby.

"Hey you," Regina said a little bit of a flirt in her voice.

"Hi," John said glancing at her. Teyla noted the disappointment on Regina's face. She glanced from John to Regina unsure of what to do or say.

It was obvious Regina wanted to bring out their relationship more but was John still having doubts? Teyla was torn, Regina, her friend, had finally gotten the chance she had wanted but Elizabeth had lost everything.

Teyla decided to leave the not quite so happy unmarried couple alone for a while. She wanted to see how Elizabeth was holding up. She didn't even notice Ronon coming up behind her with a determined look in his eyes until he grabbed her arm and all but dragged her into an empty room.

"What?!" Teyla asked annoyed.

"You're fully recovered, our daughter is no longer in danger, I think it's time for explanations."

"You mean an argument."

"If you want to call it that," Ronon said, "Start talking now!"

"I have nothing to say," Teyla explained, "You know now so I don't see the problem."

"Nothing to say!" Teyla had a feeling that he wanted to strangle her, "You were carrying my child you should have told me that!"

"Well you know now, its over."

"This isn't over, we are not over!"

"Really? Because if I remember correctly you are the one who ended it," She reminded him, "You wanted out of our relationship, I was just fulfilling your request."

"That does not excuse the point that I had a right to know," he glared at her, "I am her father and you should have come to me…"

"No, you needed time and I was giving you that," She explained angrily, "But when you walked out of my life you walked out of my daughter's life."

"You withheld so many truths, how can you no expect me to be angry at that?!"

"I expect you to leave me and my daughter alone."

"Would you stop?!" he yelled, "She is my daughter too and you are not going to deny my chance to raise her."

He left Teyla there stunned by his words. She sank down to the floor wishing that so many things could change.

It was Friday night and the girls were all set to begin Friday Night Poker but the conversation tool away the longing to deal out the cards.

"She's sad," Emily Branson said, speaking about their leader.

"I agree," Lt. Marisa Jordan said, "She's been working all day."

"And that means what?" Rebecca Morison asked, "She's always doing that."

"But not like this. She wouldn't even stop for coffee."

"Now that's a bad sign," Laura agreed, "We should help her."

"How?" Emily asked, "It's not like we can sew up her broken heart."

"True, but we can hand her the needle and thread."

All three girls blinked in confusion, "What?" Rebecca asked.

"Just grab whatever junk food you can find and meet me in the Media Room."

Laura Cadman found Elizabeth in her office—where else? "Hey."

Elizabeth looked up, "Hey."

"How are you doing?"

"Fine," she replied while leafing through a report.

"You don't have to lie," Laura told her, "You can talk to me."

"There's nothing to talk about."

"Not even the fact that Colonel Sheppard is trying to work things out with Dr. Sheppard?"

Letting out a sigh, Elizabeth dropped her report to look at Laura, "Did you come for details?"

She shook her head, "Just came to help."

"I can handle this on my own."

"So you've already started the stages?"

That caught her attention, "Stages?"

"Yeah, the six stages for getting over a heartbreak," Laura explained, "Stage One: an all night boozer. We can start there I think I saw some tequila in the pantry."

"No," Elizabeth fiercely shook her head.

"Okay. Stage Two: you stay in bed and cry into your pillow for at least a day. When Carson and I broke up I stayed in for a week." Judging by her face that didn't appeal to her. "Stage Three: watch sappy love stories and eat junk food. Stage Four: you finally leave your house but every time you hear his name and see him you burst into tears. Stage Five: your friend sets you up on a blind date but you end up talking about your ex-boyfriend the entire time. Stage Six: you have finally moved on and can start dating again."

"And how long does all of this take?" Elizabeth asked.

"On average, I'd say six months to a year."

"That's a bad plan," she declared.

"Come on," Laura begged, "Just come with me to the Media Room and give this a try."

Elizabeth sighed, closed the folder and got out of her chair, "Alright."

Practically dragging her there, Laura and Elizabeth arrived at the Media Room a few minutes later. A feast of cheetos, potato chips, marshmallows, a bowl of raw cookie dough, two tubs of ice cream and popcorn was spread out on the table.

"Good job guys," Laura said.

"We grabbed Teyla too," Marisa pointed to the Athosian beside her, "She wanted to know why we had all the food."

"We're not really going to eat all of this are we?" Elizabeth asked, bewildered by supply of junk food spread out in front of her.

"Sure we are," Emily said, "This is Stage Three."

"Lt. Cadman told me all about the plan."

"How do you normally get over a guy?" Rebecca asked.

"I work."

"That's not healthy," Laura stated,

"And raw cookie dough is?"

"I didn't do any of this when I lost Ronon," Teyla pointed out.

"Yeah, but you have a baby, that changes things," Laura explained.

"Maybe I should do that instead," Elizabeth suggested, only half serious.

Laura rolled her eyes, "Just sit down and wallow."

"Wallow?" Teyla questioned.

"It means to let out all of your pain and seek comfort in starchy, high fat food products," Emily explained.

"How wonderful," she remarked dryly.

Grudgingly, Elizabeth watched Casablanca with the girls who cried throughout the whole thing. Teyla snacked on some of the food and watched the proceedings with a curious eye.

Sniffling at Humphrey Bogart and Ingrid Bergman, Marisa held up an empty paper tub, "We're out of ice cream."

Elizabeth leapt off of the sofa, "I'll get some more."

"Okay."

She fled the room as if a Wraith Dart was on her tail; she'd had enough of wallowing.

John was on his way to speak with Major Lorne when he was stopped in to hallway by his ex-wife. "Hey," Regina greeted with a smile.

"Hey," he replied, "I was on my way somewhere."

"Can we talk for a second?" she pleaded.

"Okay," he said, "what's the problem?'

"You."

That received a quizzical look, "Me?"

Regina nodded and sighed, "John, you have been avoiding me for the past week. When ever I want to talk to you you're always busy."

"We're talking now," he pointed out.

"I know but…" she trailed off as it suddenly hit her, "This conversation is very familiar."

"Yeah it is," John agreed, "and look how it turned out last time."

"I don't want to go back there," Regina said, "You gave me a second chance you can't turn around and change your mind on me."

"I haven't changed my mind," he enforced.

"Then what's wrong?"

John thought for a minute about telling her the truth. She probably knew that Elizabeth had feelings for him but she had now idea how that affected him. For the past week he'd been playing every conversation he had with her in his mind, every moment they were together searching for the clues that he missed and wondering if this was right. Was it supposed to feel like this if it was?

But he believed in second chances and Regina more than deserved one so he said, "It's just…hard. It'll take some time; just give me a little more time."

Regina nodded and smiled a little, "Okay, if that's all you need."

"Well there is one more thing," he said teasingly and pulled her in for a tender kiss.

They never saw the person at the end of the hall silently watching them. Elizabeth had never intended to go to the kitchen and retrieve the ice cream the girls needed, instead she was returning to her office to work again, but seeing John and Regina made her heart shatter into a thousand tiny pieces that sliced at her insides with short, agonizing waves of pain. Her normal anesthesia would do nothing this time and she knew it.

Tears stung at her eyes as she raced away from the happy couple and her broken heart led her to the kitchen. She found herself opening the pantry and retrieving the strongest anesthesia she knew.

Tequila.

After being hard at work for several hours, Rodney's stomach made its cries for sustenance. The chocolate cake that had been served at dinner came to mind so he left his lab to retrieve his snack.

Wild laughter reached his ears and he smiled. He knew what that meant, someone was drunk. Anxious to see who he had dirt on, he opened the door gleefully and then nearly fainted, no passed out.

Elizabeth gave him a toothy smile, "Hi, Rodney!"

"Elizabeth, what are you doing?"

"Dwinking tequila," she hiccupped then held up the half empty bottle, "You wan' shome?"

Rodney blinked at the bottle and then at her before shaking his head, "I need some help."

Teyla left the group of girls after receiving Rodney's cryptic, terse message, "Get to the kitchen now!" She arrived to see a very tense Rodney waiting for her.

"Oh thank God you're here!" he exclaimed.

"What's wrong?" she asked.

He opened the door and pointed, "That!"

Elizabeth was dancing on the table top guzzling a bottle of what appeared to be a very strong alcoholic beverage.

"What happened?" she asked Rodney.

"I don't know!" he said, "I came here for some cake and I find our leader completely hammered on tequila! I couldn't reach Carson so you were the next alternative."

"What do you mean hammered?" Teyla asked.

"Drunk!" he shouted, "Isn't that obvious?"

"Ish it getting hot in here?" Elizabeth inquired and reached for the hem of her shirt.

Rodney's eyes widened and raced over, "Oh no no no no no!" he cried and pulled the blouse back down, "No stripping!"

"What are we going to do?" Teyla asked.

"Uh, coffee! Coffee is supposed to help. Make some coffee."

The Athosian looked at him incredulously, "I don't drink coffee how am I supposed to make it?"

"Don' yell, Teyla," Elizabeth instructed, "You're jus' hor… hor…" she stumbled over the word, "hormonal because of da baby. Itsh a pwetty baby."

Rodney looked at Teyla, "We need to do something!"

"Don' you mean you need to do shomething?" the drunk leader questioned with a hiccup, "Cause you're all egotistical?"

"I am not!" Rodney protested then realizing he was arguing with a drunken maniac, "I'm calling in for more help just try and keep her from drinking more tequila."

"Who are you calling in?" Teyla asked.

"I'll be back in a second."

"Rodney, tell me…" but he was already out the door. Now on her own, Teyla sighed and turned back to Elizabeth with a smile, "Uh, Elizabeth, are you feeling alright."

"Better dan ever!" she cheered.

"That's good…I guess," she said, "Why did you decide to drink tequila?"

"Cause it makes me forgets."

"Forget what?"

"Everything," she replied happily, "All da pain and da guilt. I shometimes think dat I could have helped with da baby."

"The baby is still in the infirmary," Teyla said, "There isn't much you could do to help her now."

"No before," Elizabeth crooned, "before when you were pregnant. But Regina helped you, not me. I don' like her." She gulped down another swig of tequila, "I don' wan' to not like her, but I can' help it. She stole him."

"I see, this is about Colonel Sheppard," Teyla said.

"I didn' cheat on him!" she protested, "but he took her back! I wan'ed to be wit him but I never told him dat."

"Trust me, I know how that feels," Teyla mumbled to herself.

"He kisshed me."

That caught her attention to a drastic degree, "What?!"

"You should know wha' a kiss ish," she said, "You have a baby."

"You kissed Colonel Sheppard?" she asked.

"Yep, yep, yep!" Elizabeth answered gleefully, "An' he'sh a good kissher. Ish Ronon a good kissher?"

"Ronon is good at a lot of things," she replied quietly.

Elizabeth swallowed more tequila and saw who was at the door, "Hey, it'sh da man who impregnated you!"

Teyla whipped around and sure enough both Rodney and Ronon standing there. "How long have you been there?"

"Long enough to know how good Ronon is," Rodney replied, making Teyla's face turn bright red.

"Why did you bring him?" she asked through gritted teeth.

"He's big and strong so he can handle her."

"We can handle this on her own," she stated.

"Yeah I can see your doing a great job at that," Ronon said pointing to Elizabeth who had again decided that it was very hot in the kitchen and was pulling the red blouse over her head revealing her lacy, white bra underneath.

Giggling, she threw the red top at them and it landed neatly on Rodney's head.

"Gah!" he cried and threw the material off of his face and onto the floor.

Teyla picked up the shirt and walked up to Elizabeth, "How about you put this on?"

Elizabeth shook her head, "No, it'sh hot!"

"But it's inappropriate."

"I don't think she cares about that right now," Ronon said.

She glared at him, "I thought you were here to help."

"I thought you said you didn't need my help."

Rodney eyed both of them, "How did you two ever have a baby?"

"Cause dey shlept together, duh!" Elizabeth explained.

"You've got to get that back on her," Rodney pointed to the shirt in Teyla's hands.

"Alright," Ronon said, "I'll hold her down and you try to get it over her head," he directed to Teyla.

"Alright," she said and they both calmly walked over to her.

Ronon reached up to grab Elizabeth but she saw his move and pushed him away. He tried again, more forcefully and succeeded, but before Teyla could yank the top over her head, she punched him hard in the nose making him let go of her.

He groaned and covered his throbbing nose while Rodney laughed, "You were just hurt by a drunken woman!"

Ronon shot him a look of death and made a grab for him, but he dodged out of his reach. "You two handle it," he said, "I'm getting someone else."

"Fine," Rodney said.

Teyla stopped him at the door, "Who are you getting?"

"Someone who needs to know about this," he replied before leaving.

Both Teyla and Rodney tried to wrestle the shirt on her but she happily avoided them all around the kitchen until they finally gave up. She leapt back on the table, "I don' care anymore," she declared joyfully, "I don' care dat he'sh with shomeone else. Dis," she gestured to the bottle of tequila," always works." She swallowed the last of its contents and threw the empty bottle against the wall where is shattered into a hundred pieces.

At that moment, Ronon returned with someone else in tow. Elizabeth stopped giggling when she saw him enter the room. John looked back at her, a blank expression on his face.

She jumped down from the table and slowly walked over to him, "It hurts," she said before she passed out into his arms.

John laid her gently on the floor before he removed his jacket and covered her with it. He picked her up again, cradling her against his chest. "I've got her now," he told them, "I'll take her to the infirmary."

"I tried getting Beckett but he wouldn't answer," Rodney said.

"He's probably asleep in his quarters," John answered, "Wake him up and tell him what's happened."

They left to do what he instructed and he carried her to the infirmary. He explained what happened to the nurse who brought him to an empty bed. He placed her down on the bed then put her shirt back on which he had retrieved from Teyla. His job was done, but he didn't leave. Instead he sat down on the bed beside her and lightly brushed her cheek with his fingers.

"I'm sorry," John whispered to her, "You have no idea how sorry I really am. I never meant for any of this to happen. If I'd known…" he trailed off as he wondered what would have happened if he'd none. What could have happened? There jobs prevented them to have a relationship so nothing should be the answer, but was it? "I never meant to hurt you," he said before leaving the bed. He looked at her one last time before walking out of the infirmary.

A bright light was the first thing Elizabeth saw when she woke. It was painfully bright and she groaned in protest as she squeezed her eyes shut. "Someone turn off the light."

"Sorry, lass," she heard Carson say, "You can open your eyes now." She did and this time the light was dimmer. Carson smiled at her, "How are you feeling, love?"

"Like I was hit by a truck," she mumbled, "What happened?"

"Apparently you found a bottle of tequila and drank the whole thing."

Her mouth fell open, making her temples throb, "I what! Oh no," she clutched her head and moaned, "Oh God, what did I do?"

"According to Rodney, you did a perfect rendition of 'Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off'," Carson said.

Elizabeth groaned and buried her head into her pillow, "What else happened?" she asked in a muffled voice.

"After you passed out, Colonel Sheppard brought you here and…"

She sat up quickly, her head screaming a painful protest, "John saw me?" Carson nodded. "You might as well kill me now," she said, "I think I'll die anyways."

"But you have so much to live for," Teyla said from the doorway bearing a cup.

Elizabeth gave her a small smile and Carson said, "I'll leave you two alone."

"Hey," Teyla said.

"Hey, what you got there?" she asked.

"Juice from the Hylunon plant," Teyla replied, "it should help with the hangover."

"Thank you," Elizabeth said and took the cup. She made a face as soon as she tasted the bitter liquid, "Carson may not have to kill me; this could do it."

Teyla laughed, "You need to drink it all."

Once she was done, Elizabeth asked, "Did I do anything else besides give you a strip show?"

"You mentioned some things," she said, "That you feel guilty for not being able to help me during my pregnancy; that you are in a lot of pain since Colonel Sheppard reunited with Dr. Sheppard; and that Colonel Sheppard kissed you."

"Oh," Elizabeth whispered, "I told you that?"

Teyla nodded, "I know what it's like to love someone and not being able to be with them." She paused, "What I'm saying is that if you want to go through this alone you can, but I'm here if you need me."

Elizabeth smiled even though needles stabbed at her head, "Thank you."

"It's not a problem," she said softly.

"I think I'll swear off men for a while," Elizabeth declared, "At least until I pull myself back together."

Teyla smiled, "Perhaps I'll do the same thing."

"We both need some time away from men and their kisses that mess up our heads and break our hearts in the end."

"Agreed."

It was all over Atlantis that their expedition leader had been dancing around completely intoxicated the night before on account that she was heartbroken because John Sheppard had taken back his adulteress ex-wife. People had bustled in and out of the infirmary to tell her their sympathies before running off to tell their friends how sad and forlorn she was.

Regina was seated at her desk going over reports when a nurse knocked on the doorway to get her attention, "Yes?" she asked.

"Dr. Beckett is busy with an Athosian who broke his arm; he needs you to do a BAC test on Dr. Weir."

She dropped her pen and whirled around, "A BAC test on Dr. Weir?"

"Yes."

"I don't know if I should."

"Dr. Beckett's orders," the nurse said, "he needs you to clear her so she can get back on duty."

She sighed, "Okay."

Elizabeth was sitting on the bed when she looked up and saw Regina enter, "What do you want?"

"Dr. Beckett sent me to do your BAC test," she replied.

"Fine," Elizabeth said and held up her arm for her to take blood.

Regina retrieved a syringe and a stool before taking a seat in front of Elizabeth. She tied a rubber band around her arm and swabbed the area with cotton before sticking in the needle and drawing a few milligrams of blood.

"The results will be back in a few minutes," she informed her.

"Okay."

Regina bit her lip nervously before saying, "I am sorry, you know, I didn't…"

"Don't," Elizabeth cut her off, "I am trying everything I can not to hate you right now because I know I don't have any right, so please, just don't."

"Okay," she said, "I'll get these back to you as quick as I can."

"I would appreciate that," Elizabeth replied before Regina left the room. She fell back onto the bed and hugged a pillow to her chest. She knew she was pathetic, but she didn't want apologies from Regina Sheppard. She still had some pride even thought the tequila had washed most of it away.

Teyla hated how Elizabeth was taking her heart break, but she had to agree swearing off men wasn't a bad idea; it wasn't like she had any men in mind anyways. None that wanted her that is.

She walked into the infirmary to see Callina but stopped cold when she saw Ronon already there watching their daughter with an almost serene look on his face. She was touched the gentle way he held on to the baby's fingers and the way he softly whispered to her.

All she had felt for days was anger and pain when she saw him but now…now it was like a dull ache in her heart. And emptiness she longed for him to fill like he used to before all the lies and anger.

Teyla was startled when she realized that he was watching her, "I came to see her," Teyla explained. Ronon didn't say anything just nodded his head slightly. She sighed, "Thank you for helping Rodney and me with Elizabeth. Neither of us wanted to tell Colonel Sheppard but…you knew that was what she needed."

He shrugged, "She's in love with him of course she'll listen to him."

"You're right…it's a shame they have so much love to give each other but bad decisions are keeping them apart." They were both quiet as they stared at each other, both of them aware of the true meaning behind her words but pride kept them from saying anything. Teyla finally spoke, "I heard you…what you said before you left. I just wanted to tell you that I'm not going to keep you from being her father, I mean she's your daughter, our daughter, and I know you'll be a wonderful father to her."

She sighed before continuing, "But I need to do this, take care of her myself, I never planned anything like this having a child out of marriage and I have to be a mother to her…for my sake and yours. I need to learn not to depend on you to be there for me because I know eventually you'll start your own life and many things will change."

"Teyla I…" Ronon began surprised by her words, "I'll always be there for her…and you, because you're her mother, just because things will change eventually doesn't mean I won't be here."

"I know…I just need to prove to myself I can be without you," She hesitating before finally confessing, "because I'm not over you…not yet anyways and I know…I know that anything between us is impossible because of…everything. I just need time."

They stared at each other a long time before she finally left him there alone to let her words sink in. To let him silently wish that things were different.

Carson walked in bearing a small folder and a smile, "BAC tests are clean," he told Elizabeth, "You are free to go."

"Great," she said as she left the bed.

He pushed her back with his hand, "After you promise to see Dr. Heightmeyer and to leave the tequila in the pantry."

"I promise and the tequila is going in the trash," she replied.

"Okay, off you go then."

She gave him a smile before leaving the infirmary but she wasn't ready to go back to work just yet. Instead she walked through the Control Room, ignoring the stares of her subordinates, and sought refuge on her balcony. She took a deep breath and smelled the crisp, salty sent of the sea which she loved.

The door behind her opened and her back stiffened as she sensed who it was.

"Beckett said you were out," John said. Elizabeth nodded. "I just wanted to see if you're okay."

"I'm fine," she replied automatically.

"You're not a good liar," he said.

"What am I supposed to say?" she asked, "The truth? You don't tell the truth in situations like this. Everyone knows you are lying but they smile and ignore it since that is what you're supposed to do. So, I'm fine."

John ducked his head down, unsure of what to say to that at first, "I don't…I didn't…"

"I know," she said.

"I want to help you."

"You can't help me," Elizabeth said, "I need to figure this out on my own. I'm a big girl, John; I've had my heart broken before. I'll be alright."

"Are you sure?" he asked.

She nodded, "I'm glad you chose her," a statement that surprised him, "It proves that I wasn't stupid—that I wasn't wrong about you. You're as good a man as I thought you were."

He didn't know what to say. Thank you? I'm sorry? What do you say to something like that?

"Go away," she whispered, "I'll be fine."

She was lying and he knew, but he did what he supposed to and left the balcony.

TBC

A/N: Next chap John and Regina have couple's therapy and Teyla has troubles adjusting to being a mom. Hilarity ensues. Please read and review.