Kuroima – I think Chaya is capable of just about anything so yeah, that would definitely be a problem. I'm glad you liked Laura's thoughts and the hit squad scene, Thanks for the review.

Jammeke – I'm glad you liked the last chapter, Elizabeth did handle Chaya well but Chaya also handled Elizabeth well, carefully planting the doubts in her head and then letting her own mind runaway with them. Thanks for the review and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Steph – There was quite a bit of sparky in the last chapter and there's a little more in this one. I enjoyed writing the Carson and Laura scene so I'm glad you liked that, thanks for the review.

Sparkly – I want to slap Chaya too, maybe I can fit that into the story, random girl walks and slaps Chaya lol. Poor John indeed but I'm glad you liked the hit squad scene, thanks for the review and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

HeartyJessica – For some reason Chaya always becomes a bad guy in my stories lol, she just suits the role so well. I'm glad you like it and thanks for the review.

Saphire – Elizabeth doesn't want to believe Chaya but once he doubts are in your head your mind will run away with them, whether you like it or not. Chaya really is evil in this fic and she's going to get worse... much worse. Thanks for the review and I hope you enjoy this chapter.

Chapter 21

Teyla walked into her hotel room feeling a wave of home sickness as always, she missed her apartment, missed being surrounded by all her own belongings. As nice as the hotel was it wasn't home and she had to wonder if she would ever be able to go back. It wasn't as though the vampires would just stop hunting her once all this was over, she would still know what she knew and whether she saved Elizabeth or not that would never change.

With a sigh she dropped her bag on the bed, taking her coat of throwing it on top of the bag. It was already dark outside so she closed the curtains, she'd been less nervous than usual coming home from work in the dark, it seemed she was finally used to all this. She went into her draws to find something more comfortable to change into than her uniform. She was just pulling her loose jeans out when the door to her room crashed open.

She immediately ran for her bag, pulling out the wooden stake that had become an essential, tucked between her lip stick and her purse. When at last she spun around to face her attackers she realised she was once again severely outnumbered. Three of them had come through the door and she was just weighing up her odds when two more crashed through the window, she was screwed.

One of the vampire's tried to grab her, she swung for him, her fist connecting with his jaw and giving her enough of an opening to stake him. She'd noticed two things in her fights with vampires; the majority considered themselves almost invincible so took reckless chances and they always underestimated her. You'd think after surviving so many attacks they might give her a little more credit.

The two vampires that had come through the window grabbed her from behind, one grabbing either arm. They tried to take the wooden stake from her hand but she refused to relinquish it, clutching the piece of wood tighter in her hands as one of the vampires tried to pry her fingers from around it and a third vampire moved into help him. Her attention was diverted to the final vampire in the room, he stepped up in front of her, his vampire teeth bared and she did the only think she could, she kicked him. Her foot only connected with his thigh but it was enough to make him stumble backwards, he looked at her angrily and was about to lunge for her when his body jolted, a look of surprise and horror on his face.

His body fell to reveal the wooden arrow in his back and Teyla looked over to the doorway to see Ronon, stood with his bow gun aimed at another vampire. He fired and the vampire released her as he fell to the floor, bleeding to death within seconds. The odds were in her favour now, two against two and with Ronon there she might as well sit this one out. All the same, her hand with the stake in was now free and she rammed it into one of the vampires, Ronon taking out the final one.

"Took your time," Teyla stated, glaring mildly at Ronon. "If I hadn't kicked that guy I'd be dead now."

"I didn't have to save you at all," Ronon replied and Teyla increased her glare from mild to serious. She could hear the sound of sirens in the background and closed her eyes in exasperation.

"How the hell am I gonna explain this one, if I get attacked by gangs anymore I'm gonna end up in witness protection," she said, staring out of the broken window, she could see the flashing colours of the police cars that were fast approaching.

"I'll stay," he told her and she turned back to him in surprise "I'll be a witness, the men broke in and tried to kill you and ... what was it Lorne said the first time, two men came in and saved you then left, I saw the whole thing."

"And I don' know who anybody is or why they were here, I'm not sure how much longer they're gonna believe that," Teyla replied.

"Doesn't matter if they believe you, they can't prove you know anything," Ronon stated and she shrugged, she was getting really sick of all these attacks.

John had been asleep for about eighteen hours, though hit had not been restful; he'd been tossing and turning, his body unable to find a comfortable position. Sleep had not been restful for Elizabeth either, John's tossing and turning had woken her up several times throughout the night and the morning. She'd finally given up on sleep around midday and headed for the cafeteria for food and to her room to change, when she'd returned John had still been sleeping. He must have been exhausted; his body had taken one hell of a beating.

Thankfully vampires healed slightly quicker than humans and she could already see his body repairing itself, the cut on his head was looking much better and would probably be gone within the next 24 hours. He was shifting around less so she assumed the ribs were healing as well along with the bruises that had covered his chest.

The sun had long since gone down again and she knew she should have gone out to feed tonight but she didn't want to leave John here alone. He'd been pretty insistent that she be with him yesterday and she didn't want him to wake up and find that she'd gone.

Her conversation with Chaya yesterday had refused to leave her mind, she didn't believe it, she knew how much John disliked Chaya but she couldn't let the thought go. What if it was all an act, what if he really was sleeping with Chaya and made Elizabeth think he wasn't so that he could bed her as well? What if she was just another girl, just another notch on his bed post? She hated herself for the thought, she'd like to think she knew John but really she'd only known him a month.

John shifted again on the bed and she could tell from the change in his breathing that he'd woken up. She watched as he silently reached out to the side of the bed she'd been sleeping on only to find she wasn't there. He turned onto his back, his gaze quickly finding her on the couch with her book and she forced a smile, putting the book down and walking over to the bed to sit beside him.

"How are you feeling?" she asked him, thoughts of him sleeping with Chaya flooding her mind without permission.

"Better," he replied "How long was I asleep?"

"About eighteen hours, I was beginning to wonder if you were ever gonna wake up," she told him, trying to keep her voice light but it sounded forced even to her own ears. She hated Chaya even more for planting these thoughts in her head but no mater how much she tried she couldn't shake them out.

John frowned, obviously noticing something was wrong and sat up with only a slight wince. "What wrong?" he asked her and she shook her head, forcing another smile.

"Nothing, you had me worried is all," she lied and John raised an eyebrow at her in disbelief.

"I think I know you better than that," he stated and Elizabeth sighed, did he know her better than that? How could he be so sure that he knew her when they'd only met a month ago and why couldn't she be so sure that she knew him? "Tell me," he said, his voice almost pleading with her.

"I spoke to Chaya yesterday," she admitted after a moment's hesitation and watched as anger briefly flickered through his eyes. "I ran into her and she asked me where you were, I told her you were on a hit..." she trailed of, unsure if she wanted to say what Chaya had told her next.

"And..." John urged and Elizabeth sighed again.

"She said you'd have to rearrange your plans... for your special night," she told him and John looked at her in confusion. "She said you were just another guy and she was just another girl to you but..." Elizabeth trailed off again, wondering why the thought that John didn't care about her hurt so much, surely she couldn't have fallen that deeply for him in such a short amount of time.

"Whatever she said is a lie and I don't know why she'd say it, other than she knows how much I care for you and doesn't like it," he stated adamantly and with so much honesty that Elizabeth felt somewhat stupid for letting Chaya get to her.

"What are we?" she asked before her brain could even fully register the words. "What am I to you?"

John looked thoughtful for a moment as though he was trying to figure the answer out himself. "I'm not sure but I do know I care for you more than I've allowed myself to care for anything since I was turned."

Elizabeth nodded slowly "I... care for you," she admitted as much to herself as him.

"Then how about we forget whatever Chaya told you and ignore all future things she says?" John suggested lightly and Elizabeth smiled slightly and nodded again as John leaned forward to kiss her softly, he winced again as his ribs protested to the angle they were being forced into and Elizabeth broke the kiss, putting a hand on John's shoulder to gently push him down to the bed.

"Rest," she instructed. "I'll go get you something to eat."

"And then they just vanished?" Lorne questioned, going through the formality of taking a statement he knew was a complete lie; he'd actually helped to come up with part of it.

"That's right and then Mr Dex came in to see if I was alright," Teyla finished, looking over to where Ronon was hopefully telling the detectives working Elizabeth's case the exact same thing. The two detectives were nodding their heads but Teyla could see they were both slightly suspicious and she couldn't blame them.

"Looks like these guys really want you dead," Lorne commented quietly with a glance over at the bodies that were being photographed by the crime scene investigators.

"I don't know why they consider me such a threat, I'm just one person," Teyla replied.

"They consider anyone who knows a threat," Lorne told her and Teyla shrugged

"I suppose I'll have to move to another hotel now." she stated.

"That didn't work so well this time," Ronon said as he approached the group. "I don't think those detectives believed a word I said by the way."

"Well, they keep finding Teyla surrounded by bodies with various wooden weapons sticking out of them," Lorne explained. "They're bound to get suspicious. Ronon's right though, another hotel is probably a bad idea, isn't there anyone you can stay with."

"I won't risk anyone else getting hurt because of me," Teyla stated, shaking her head as if to emphasise her point.

Ronon sighed as though he was about to say something he didn't want to "You can stay with me," he replied and both Teyla and Lorne looked at him like he'd just grown another head right in front of them.

"What?" Teyla questioned in surprise.

"You'll be safer there, the only person you'll be risking is me and I am more than capable of taking care of myself," Ronon explained and Teyla thought about it for a moment, she knew he was right, it made sense but she wasn't sure how comfortable she was with the idea.

"Okay," she replied hesitantly, even as her brain told her she should just get a hotel.

Chaya walked through the corridor with Michael, she wasn't particularly fond of the arrogant man but he had his uses. He was just a devious and manipulating as she was so the two of them got along rather well. She had been rather pleased with her performance for Elizabeth yesterday and had taken great pleasure in telling Michael about it.

She hadn't expected John to return from the hit so severely injured but with doubts festering away in Elizabeth's mind, Chaya could be the one to take care of John so she supposed it was a good turn of events.

"John, I really don't think you should be up yet," she heard Elizabeth say and Chaya interrupted her conversation with Michael to look up the corridor. With annoyance she saw Elizabeth walking down the corridor with John, he was holding her hand and smiling as he tried to dismiss her concerns. Why was Elizabeth still with John, she should be so riddled with doubts about what John thought of her that she was pushing him away not walking down a corridor with him and holding his hand.

She walked up to the pair, putting an extra sway in her hips and acting as though the scene before her didn't annoy her. "John," she called, drawing his attention to her. "I heard you were hurt last night, how are you feeling?"

She was sure John glared at her, it didn't matter though, sooner or later he would see the error of his ways and he would be hers. "I'm fine."

"That's good to hear, we should get together later, have lunch, hang out," she said, putting enough suggestion and innuendo into her voice that Elizabeth would hopefully understand her meaning.

"I'd rather stick pins in my eyes," John replied, much to the shock of everyone present. "I know what you're trying to do and you can stop now because I can guarantee it won't work, I have no interest in you and even less in your bed."

Anger flooded through Chaya like a tidal wave and she snapped her gaze to Elizabeth, wishing she could kill the woman with nothing but her glare. To her credit Elizabeth didn't even flinch at the look, she simply stood there and met Chaya's angry gaze. Getting herself under control again she smiled sweetly.

"I'm not trying to do anything here, you've made it clear to me that you're not interested and I have already shifted my own interest to another, you two look good together by the way," she lied, giving them another sweet smile before she walked back over to Michael.

"What was that?" he asked her and the sweet smile turned into a malicious one.

"Elizabeth Weir has yet to learn that nothing is denied to me, it's a lesson she's going have to learn the hard way. I'll make sure she understands the consequences of clinging to something that isn't hers," she stated, casting a look over her shoulders to where John and Elizabeth had continued walking.

John was misguided, for some reason he seemed to think he had to take care of Elizabeth just because he'd turned her. He believed that he should take care of his toys, it was something that Chaya would just have to teach him was wrong, once he understood that he'd no longer care about Elizabeth. In the mean time, she would just have to make sure that Elizabeth let go of him, when she was finished the woman would no better than to touch anything that belonged to Chaya.

Teyla was so surprised she forgot to move when Ronon opened the door to his apartment, she had almost been expecting him to lead her to a cave, not a studio apartment. The open plan layout made the place look huge, there were a few doors, probably leading to bedrooms and bathrooms. The wooden floors reflected the light and when she looked down she could almost see her reflection. The white walls made the room look even bigger and she had to admire the few large windows along one wall.

When she remembered that she needed to move in order to fully enter the apartment she walked over to one of the windows and looked down. The street was several meters below them, they were on the fourth floor and she could see quite a lot of the city from where she was standing.

"This place is... impressive," was all she could think to say.

"Expecting a cave?" he questioned and she snapped her head around to the amused look on his face.

"Yes, actually," she replied and he smiled, she had never really seen him do that before.

"Fire escape is through that window if you ever need it," he told her pointing to the window at the opposite side of the apartment. "My room is through there and yours is here," he continued opening a door and she followed him through it into a decently sized bedroom, plainly decorated and with only the minimum of furniture.

She watched as he put her bag down on the bed and gestured to the door at the side of the room. "There's a bathroom in there," he told her and she nodded her head, still stunned by the place which seemed to only increase Ronon's amusement.

"I'll order dinner, what do you want?" he questioned and her brain wasn't yet co-operating enough to think of a response so she shrugged instead.

"I'll have whatever you're having," she replied and Ronon nodded, walking out of the room. Teyla took the chance to let her brain play catch up, this place really was impressive, completely different from her image of stone walls and a fire. It was unexpected and for some reason that suited her idea of Ronon more than the primitive cave.

She knew so little about him, he'd saved her life more times than she cared to count, spent far too much time following her around and was helping her to save her friend, yet she hardly knew him. Despite this she felt completely trusting of him, she'd been unsure of him at first, he'd seemed dark and dangerous but over the last week she could honestly say there was no one she'd prefer to have watching her back.

Still the question remained, who exactly was he?

TBC