As promised two on one day.

Thank you Em and Amy for making it readable.

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Chapter Eleven

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Trapped

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Teyla rolled onto her back and watched the light of the moon fade for a moment as a cloud passed by. She had not thought that sleeping without John would be this hard. In her defense, she also worried for his safety, and that of Ronon and Rodney as well.

They had dialed in again to tell the team that Caldwell was going to pick them up, and while talking to John, they had heard another loud noise and then exclamations. Obviously the snowslides had gotten much closer to the settlement than the Ishrans had thought possible. They still claimed that the village was secure, but she had heard the worry and doubt in John's voice, had felt it through their connection.

There just was not much she could do right now. She slowly sat up. It was only 0200 hours, but she was tired of trying to sleep. She got up and grabbed her bathrobe, tying it tight around her.

She only lit the small table lamp in the living room and threw a quick glance in Torren's room. Her little son was sleeping peacefully in his bed. Her gaze settled on John's picture hanging over the railing of Torren's bed.

Torren missed his chosen dad and had whined until Teyla allowed him to take the picture and put it there, though, of course, she had needed to help.

Looking at John's picture, Teyla suddenly perked up, recalling something John had shown her.

"Oh," she breathed and quickly turned around; she crossed through the living room to the other side of the room. There was another hallway leading to two more rooms, one used as a guest room and one as John's home office.

She walked straight into John's office, looking at the boxes still lining the wall. Upon returning to Pegasus, John had decided to get some of his personal belongings out of his vault and with it the few pictures he had from his past.

Teyla had been honored when, one night, John had taken them out and started to tell her who the people in it were.

"Okay, TJ's asleep," John announced as he walked past Teyla on his way to his office. Teyla looked up from her comfortable place on the couch, her book in her lap. She pulled it up again and decided to read on; sure that John would not come back for some time, but suddenly he was back.

Teyla had been so immersed she hadn't even heard him return. She looked up from her book when John settled next to her, a box in his hand. She lowered her book again.

"What is this?" she asked, curious.

"I thought you might want to see a few of my pictures," he said blushing. "We don't have to if you'd rather read."

"No," Teyla had said, quickly putting her book on the couch table and getting closer to John. "I would love to see them."

She pushed him into the couch pillows so she could snuggle against him. His arm settled around her, pulling her in as he got comfortable.

Teyla pulled out the box and opened it. She rummaged through it, after a few moments, pulled out a picture with a triumphant "Ha".

John started to pull out one picture after another. He didn't comment on all of the pictures, sometimes, he needed a moment to find the right words, but they had time. Teyla just let him find his own pace.

He pulled out the next picture and froze. Teyla looked at the picture. It showed a much younger John standing next to a woman in a bridal gown. Teyla only looked at the woman for a moment, much more interested in John.

She felt John take a deep breath and kiss her temple. She turned to him and her lips quickly captured his.

"You know," he said, breaking the kiss, his head resting against hers. "When I got married the first time I thought I was in love."

Teyla returned to the present. This time, she looked at the woman in the picture and couldn't help laugh.

"Nancy," she chuckled, shaking her head as she looked at the woman again. A much younger version of Nancy Harrison -then Sheppard- looked back at her, grinning happily.

"You were not?" Teyla asked when the silence stretched on.

She felt his head shake. "Nancy impressed me. She was sexy and smart and able to stand up against my father. I liked her for that. At first, she was fairly easy going and, I felt comfortable, and I thought that I loved her." His voice was still low and Teyla felt how hard it was for him. "We married too fast and even though she loved seeing me in my dress blues, she hated what the job entailed."

He sighed.

"It was over before it had really started. I promised myself to never get in a situation like that."

Teyla turned to him frowning. "Is that the reason you never made a move?"

John chuckled. "Made a move?"

Teyla shrugged. "Is it not the right term?"

Instead of an answer, John kissed her again.

"Teyla Emmagen, you're the only woman for me. I love you more than anything else." He paused for a moment. "Not really. Well, I love Torren just as much," he admitted. "But I never made a move, because you were - are- too important to me. I was afraid of losing you, because of my inability to have a working relationship. I'd rather be your friend, than your ex. You're my best friend and the only woman I've ever truly loved. You're my life."

Teyla swallowed her tears, turning to John, who let the picture fall back in the box.

"You are my best friend and the other half of me. I love you as much," she answered, her voice heavy with emotions.

Their eyes locked and all emotions were easily traceable in their eyes.

Teyla snapped back and took a deep breath to stifle the surge of desire, remembering how they had celebrated their love for the rest of the night.

She looked back at the picture. She wondered what exactly Nancy wanted from John. To John's knowledge, Nancy was married. She had also told Teyla as much.

Teyla put the picture back. It didn't matter what Nancy wanted. For John, she meant nothing more than a friend he used to know. Nancy was his past. She and Torren were his future.

Thinking of John, a deep worry suddenly settled in her core. The urge to see him and hear him became unbearable. She took a deep breath. This was ridiculous. John hadn't been gone for a whole day and, still, she missed him terribly.

She looked at the clock on the wall. Only a half hour had passed, but on Iceland, it was morning and the Ishrans would have started their day quite some time ago. The next dial in should be soon.

She decided to be present for that and quickly returned to her bedroom to get dressed.

Before she left, she exchanged the baby phone for a radio, in case Torren woke.

XOXOXOXOXO

John groaned as he followed Ronon and Rodney to their room. He was actually thinking of asking Koran for another room. They really had to talk about the 'drinking on other planets' habit his two teammates seemed to have developed since their mission to Eire.

In front of John, his two friends walked arm in arm, singing loudly, to two different songs. John sighed as he walked after them. Seriously what the heck, he had hoped to get at least a few hours of sleep, but feared the pair would enter a snoring competition as soon as their drunken heads hit their pillows.

Both stumbled and then started to laugh. Great. He could just guess who would have to get up and keep the fire going all night.

The two stumbled again and John shook his head, but then, he felt the whole building shake and heard a loud growl. The next moment, he felt like he was being thrown around in a tilt-o-whirl. He tried to keep track of Ronon and Rodney, but something impacted with him and pain exploded throughout his body.

Before he could comprehend what was happening, he was hit again and thrown into darkness.

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John snapped awake. He listened in the darkness, surprised that Ronon and Rodney weren't snoring at full volume. He realized that he was cold and cursed inwardly that he had forgotten to set his watch to get up and check the fire.

With that thought John realized that he couldn't remember going to bed at all. He clearly remembered that he had decided to collect his drunken teammates and go to bed, but after that…

John decided to get up first and then figure out what was going on. He was starting to shiver. Where the heck was his blanket anyway?

John shifted or at least he tried too, as a sudden sharp pain shot through his lower back. A fierce cry escaped his throat and he collapsed back on his arms, panting hard. Hot tears streamed down his face.

With the pain came the realization that he was stuck and something heavy pressed on his legs and most of his back, making it hard to breath. His ribcage burned. He was sure at least one of his ribs was broken and several had to be cracked.

He tried to calm his breathing as every breath worsened the pain. He tried to move his legs but they were wedged in for good. At least, he still could still feel them. His legs were cold and something wet was running down over them. Water maybe?

He also felt something wet pooling at his lower back. Since the liquid was warmer than the stuff running down his legs, he guessed that it had to be blood.

He wriggled his toes and was glad to still feel his boots. Thank God, he had kept his warm boots on.

Suddenly, he remembered what had happened and the picture of Ronon and Rodney walking in front of him when everything around him had started to shake and fall apart. A snow slide, John realized. He brought his arm under him and lifted his torso as far as he could. Thankfully, soft light illuminated his surroundings.

He carefully breathed against the stabbing pain in his lower back. He had a fairly good idea where that pain came from, but decided to ignore it for now. He needed to find Ronon and Rodney and make sure they were alright.

Okay, maybe not alright, but at least in one piece and alive.

"Oh Crap," he breathed out in horror when things came into view. He was in a bubble, for the lack of a better word, surrounded by debris mingled with snow. He could see daylight stream through some holes in the ceiling. At least that was what he thought as he had no chance to see for sure. He only managed to lift his body enough to look straight ahead and left and right.

A sharp pain dropped him back on his mattress and John barked out a laugh as he briefly wondered how in hell he had managed to end up on a bed. But the pain that brought quickly turned his laughing into a sob.

Suddenly, John felt extremely tired and cold, but he had to find his friends. He needed to know where Ronon and Rodney were.

John shifted his head, trying to figure out if he found any indication on where he was. His gaze fell on an oddly shaped object about two feet from his face.

John jerked and started to fight as he realized that he knew that shape. It was a foot in a standard military boot and, from the size it had to be Ronon's. John felt something slip from his lower back and a new pain exploded from there as he strained and pulled at the debris.

He saw the wall next to him crumble and Ronon's shape come into view. Though John fought, he could feel his consciousness slipping.

"Ronon," he tried to call, but his voice caught in his throat and instead a groan escaped him. Out of the corner of his failing vision, he saw Ronon's head snap to him and though he wasn't sure, he thought he heard Rodney call his name.

With a sigh, John slipped into the blessed, pain free darkness.

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