A/N My mom is going to kill my muse! She loves to keep me up at all hours of the night, just to please you guys. So, here is the next installment of Doors.

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Teyla awoke with a sore neck. She had apparently fallen asleep while sitting next to John's bed. Her head was resting on her hand, which had become entwined with his sometime during her nap. Glancing at the device on her wrist – a Watch, that's what he called it – she noted that four hours had passed. No one seemed to be in the infirmary at the moment, which was just as well. Slipping her hand free of his, she grabbed one of the cots conveniently placed in the corner.

"Whatchya doin'?" John's voice startled Teyla, causing her to jump. "Sorry, didn't mean to scare you."

Dr. Beckett came out of his office before she could respond. "Good to see you awake, Major." He nodded his head towards Teyla while checking John's vitals. "Elizabeth has been looking for you. Says she needs your report."

Teyla looked towards the door, then back at John. "Don't worry lass, I'll let you back in." She blushed, then turned and left the room.

"She never left?" John was surprised. He figured she had better things to do that sit with him.

"Nope. She only woke just before you. I was watching from my office." Carson added the last part just to see what he would say.

"You were watching? How bored do you usually get?" John had an incredulous look on his face. "I didn't pin you as the spying type."

"Entertainment is often lacking here. How is your neck feeling?"

"Pretty stiff, actually." John unconsciously reached up and touched the bandages covering his neck.

"It will stay that way for the next few days, but once you can move without pain, I'll let you go." Carson finished his checkup and moved towards the door. "Talk to her. You would be surprised at what you would hear."

"Wait, what do you mean?" Carson just smiled and left the room. He was going to hurt that man the moment he could get out of bed. 'Great, I'm bored and there's no one to talk to.'

"Heard you were awake again." Ford poked his head around the doorway. "You want some company?"

"You got cards?"

"Always." Adien reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out a well-worn deck of cards.

"Five card stud, no wilds." John reached back and fluffed his pillows.

"You want to play for ice chips?" The smirk on Ford's face was priceless.

"If that wasn't so funny, I'd be mad. Now deal."

"Yes sir!" Ford shot off a mock salute.

They had three hands down, with two going to Ford, when McKay knocked on the door. "Want to join? We got plenty of room." Ford motioned to a chair on the other side of the bed.

"What are you guys playing, poker?" Both men nodded in agreement. "I don't play poker. Never liked it."

"Ah, there you are Rodney. I was about to call you down. Lets see them." McKay obediently held out his hands so Carson could change the bandages.

"Ouch!" He grimaced as one piece of gauze pulled free of the burn.

"Sorry 'bout that. Here." The pain diminished almost immediately as a cool ointment was applied.

"Quit whining. I can't even move my head." John pointed towards his neck.

"And if you don't stop moving around, it'll take even longer to heal."

John took the hint and lay back on the bed with a huff. "At least give me something to do, I'm bored out of my mind."

"Stop annoying the doctor is a good place to start. Otherwise, I'll have you organizing my supplies." Carson turned back to McKay. "Ok, you're done now. But I want you back tomorrow morning to change the bandages."

"But I can work in my lab, right?" Rodney had plenty of experiments to work on.

"Aye, but stop if your hands begin to hurt."

"Yea, right," he grumbled as he left the room.

"I heard that."

Ford looked towards his CO. "I suppose you want some sleep?"

"No, not-"

"Well, I do, so, night!" Adien left with a quick wave and a bright smile.

'What was all that about? It's like he didn't want to be around me.' John could hear voices from the hallway.

"I think he got suspicious, Doc. You could have at least kicked me out."

"Aye, but I didn't have time. Teyla's on her way now." What in the world were they talking about?

"Lets just leave them and see what happens." He was going to have to kill Ford on their next mission. A setup? These people really needed a hobby, bad.

"Hello Major. Are you feeling any better?" John was so caught up in listening that he hadn't noticed Teyla enter the room.

"You scared me there. Don't sneak up on the injured."

"I did not mean to frighten you." Teyla looked down at the floor. Sometimes, her ability to sneak around caused problems, but mostly it was fun to watch someone jump.

"Come here." She came to his bedside. "Closer." She complied, confused. "They're trying to set us up. Did you hear Ford and Beckett talking?"

"Yes, I did. What is this 'setting up' you speak of?"

"Well, if you think two people like each other, you try to get them together. Apparently, that's what they are trying to do to us."

"Oh." Teyla moved away from the bed and averted her eyes.

"Doesn't that bother you?"

"Not as much as I should think it would."

"Oh. Well, even if it does bother you on some level, I have an idea." John leaned back onto his pillows, exhausted. "But you're going to have to wait to hear it. I'm tired and whatever the Doc gave me is making me very sleepy."

"Alright, I shall wait." Teyla grabbed the cot she had been in the process of moving earlier and set it next to his bed. John was already fast asleep.

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A/N This is so not sticking to cannon, but hey. It's my own little AU, and I'm happy here. So nya. Anywho, I'm so sorry it took me this long to update, but my comp cried mutiny. So yell at it. Not me. Luv ya'll.

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