McKay looked at her with some concern. He hadn't really considered what the effects of caffeine would be on a system that had never known its effects before.

Apparently it wasn't good. He looked around. Unfortunately, everyone else had retired hours ago.

There would be someone on duty of course, but they had learned long ago to ignore any caffeine-fueled late-night requests from McKay.

Grumbling incoherently, he hauled Teyla to her feet and prepared to stagger up the stairs.

"Where am I gonna take you?" he muttered to himself, unsure of where her room was from the shuttle bay.

"I've been here for so long, you'd think I would know my way around by now!" He dragged her to his room and put her down on the floor, covering her with a blanket. "There we go!" He pushed a pillow under her head and then went back down to the shuttle bay to finish his work.

But when he returned to the shuttle bay, he found himself unable to concentrate. Finally packing up his equipment he turned out the lights of the shuttle bay and went back upstairs. Flipping on the light he just managed to avoid tripping over the arm that Teyla had flung out in her sleep. He stepped gingerly over her and sat on his bed, growing more and more concerned as he watched her still form.

"Um, Teyla?" He shook her gently. At least she was breathing. Really, the coffee wasn't that strong, unless...

He picked up his thermos and upended it in panic. A single, dark, drop plopped gently onto Teyla's forehead. He inhaled deeply, and then cursed. It was his special brew, part of the secret stash he'd smuggled from earth. This was the coffee that had made Sheppard wheeze and gasp for ten straight minutes when he'd swiped a sip. He'd only stopped when Weir made a pointed comment about the Wraith being more deadly than a cup of coffee.

And he'd given fourteen cups of it to Teyla. He ran for the communicator on the wall.

If Dr. Beckett wondered why Teyla was lying unconscious on the floor of McKay's quarters he gave no sign. Instead he went about his business in his usual calm and professional manner.

"What the hell did you give her?' he screamed.

Authors' notes

V. short chapters we kno! If people review we'll write longer ones! -Quinnie

Forgive the horrible grammar of my co-author. She did most of the writing, so she gets most of the credit, but please, can you ever see Teyla and McKay together? So funny. I love this idea, WooHoo Quinnie! –Aiylithe

Hey! Who you calling of the grammar bad, you non-grammar-knowingishof-person?!?

-Quinnie

Okay? See? That just proves my point. No more long comments now, just read the story, Darnit! -Aiylithe