A/N I don't want to die! I'm too young! Here is the next chapter.

Evil

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Mind.

Maybe she moved away?

? More Mush?

"Yea, well, the military taught me to sneak." John realized his face was mere inches from hers. One little move forward, and they would tough. 'Just a few inches. You can do it!' His little pep talk would have to wait. Teyla was moving ever so slowly.

'She's coming closer!' John's brain was practically screaming at him to get a clue and move forward. Teyla hesitated so close that her breath tickled the stubble he had grown while on bed rest. His senses came back to him and he leaned forward and captured her lips with his own.

An entire universe of sensation was contained in that one short, sweet kiss. Teyla closed her eyes and leaned into John, initiating another one. Her hands snaked up into the hair at the back of his neck, causing a low moan to emanate from his throat. She pulled back, panting slightly.

"I did not hurt you, did I?" He merely shook his head and pulled her close. Their kisses quickly grew more heated, broken only by a voice from the vicinity of the door.

"I figured I would find you here." Both John and Teyla jumped apart, John losing his blanket in the process. He quickly snatched it back from the ground. He really needed it about now.

"Hello Rodney. I thought I told you to forget you ever saw this place." Teyla stood quietly at his side. John took a chance and pulled her under the blanket with him. Her back was pressed firmly against his chest, and he realized this might not have been such a good idea.

"Yea, well, Elizabeth is tearing the city apart looking for you two. And I literally mean tearing. Trust me, if you don't show up soon, things are going to get very ugly." Rodney was doing his darndest to hide his smirk, but it was hard. He had an inkling what was going to happen when John asked him to bring food up to this balcony, one that only three people knew about. Never in his wildest dreams, well, maybe his wildest, had he ever imagined this outcome. 'I really have to change my bet!'

Sheppard actually seemed to be ashamed. He hung his head as far as it would go, which wasn't far, figuring Teyla was still right in front of him. "I kind of forgot she was called to the infirmary. I just wanted to go outside." He nudged Teyla with his chin. "We might want to get going. Weir isn't happy when she's mad."

Rodney gave him an odd look. "What?" John didn't know what that look was for. He reviewed everything he had said while he walked out the door, Teyla still under his chin. "Oh. That didn't make much sense, did it?"

"Not a bit. But don't worry, I won't tell Carson." Fat chance. Rodney told Carson everything. They were like soul brothers, separated at birth. The good Doctor could talk anything out of the astrophysicist with just a glare.

"Teyla, you don't have to come if you don't want. Weir is going to have my head, and you don't need to get in trouble along with me."

"Actually, I had a thought. If I don't say anything, then you two can act like nothing happened. That is what you wanted to do, right? Pretend you were together to yank their chain?" Rodney was still following them. Apparently, he wanted the glory of presenting his find.

"How the hell do you know that?" John had been pretty sure that conversation had been private.

"I have my ways. Namely the audio recorders the Ancients placed all over the city." McKay noticed the disgusted look on Sheppard's face. "They aren't in the rooms, Major. Just the hallways and office areas."

Turning the corner into the last hallway before they reached the infirmary, John pulled Rodney close. "Can you give us a moment?"

"Yes, of course." McKay huffed and moved within a few feet of the infirmary door.

"Teyla, this is your choice. We can either act like nothing happened, or go on doing this." He gestured between the two of them.

"I don't care what anyone else thinks, or what fun it would have been to pretend. Right now, I am happy." John took that as a yes.

"Then lets go face the music, together." His arm draped over Teyla's shoulders, he poked Rodney in the back. "Lets get going. The longer she waits, the madder she will get."

A twinge in his neck caught his attention. Apparently the pain medication was wearing off, because a half hour before, he had completely forgotten about his wound. Not only that, but his mind was clearing, bringing into sharp focus how stupid he had been. 'Running off for a date with a hot alien. That will look great on the old resume.'

John suddenly felt extremely weak. All of his muscles cried mutiny as he slipped to the floor. The last thing he heard was Teyla calling his name, then, silence.

? Mush?

A bright white light awoke him from the blackness he had fallen into. "Teyla?"

"I am here, John." Hmm, he didn't remember her calling him that before. His neck hurt terribly, but being awake was better than being unconscious. As he became more aware of his surroundings, he could make out Dr. Beckett hovering over him with that annoying light. Teyla held his hand in a vice grip, obviously scared. It wasn't every day that someone passed out while walking down the hall.

"Hey there Major. Good to see you back where you belong." That voice was Ford's, but he couldn't see him clearly.

"Back off, bailiff." His remark caused everyone present to laugh. Four, no five distinct laughs. That must mean everyone was waiting for him to wake up.

"Teyla?" He had the distinct feeling that he had called her before, but his mind was getting foggier every moment.

"I am still here." She squeezed his hand, then looked to Carson.

"Major, do you feel a wee bit cold?" John stared at him for a moment. He knew this man, had seen him somewhere before.

"I don't know." The man with the light, -Carson, that was his name-, placed a hand on his forehead.

"His fever is still rising. Bring me another cooling pad." Teyla looked stricken.

"Has the medicine not brought it down?"

"Only slowed it a little. I'm going to give him some more penicillin." John felt his hand going cold, then his arm. He slipped back into the unconscious realm, relishing the oblivion it brought.

? Mush?

Some time later Carson came in to check on his patients. After the Major had become unconscious the second time, Teyla had begun shaking uncontrollably. He had given her a sedative to relax her, but instead it knocked her out. 'Should have known she didn't eat yet', he muttered. She was currently on the bed next to the Major.

"Ouch." The moan came from the aforementioned Major.

"John, are you awake?"

"I really don't want to be, but yea. Where's Teyla?" Now that was starting to annoy him. Whatever had happened during the Major's little walk had better come clean so he could deal with it. All he had heard was 'Where's Teyla?' or 'Where is John?' which was unusual, seeing as she normally called him Major. He might have to change his bet. He remembered Rodney chattering something about that.

"She's sleeping right next to you."

"Good. What he hell happened to me? I remember walking down the hall, then I was here, and now I'm talking to you." John tried to lift his hand to wipe his face, but it wouldn't move. Something was holding it down, and tightly.

Carson noticed his tugging. "I had to strap you to the bed. The fever was making you delirious." He unbuckled the strap, causing John's straining arm to shoot skywards. "Sorry about that."

"You still haven't told me what happened."

"Apparently the medication I was giving you didn't work the way it was supposed to." John glared at Carson.

"What do you mean?" John was slightly growling now.

"It's nothing serious, just an infection. I put you on Penicillin, and it seems to be helping. She, on the other hand," Carson paused for a moment.

"What? What happened? Is she ok?"

"She's fine, relax. After you fai- passed out, she started to shake pretty bad. I think she was scared."

"I was." Neither one had heard her awaken, nor sit up.

"Teyla!" John tried to sit up, but the pain in his neck got to him. "Ouch."

She slid off her bed and came over to him. "I am fine. I was merely sleeping."

"Yea, next time let me know if you didn't eat anything. I ended up giving you to much."

"She did eat." Carson looked at John.

"So you did go off together. I thought as much." He looked at the two of them. She standing much closer to the bed than she would of hours ago, he was softly gazing at her. "I have paper work to do." He darted off, not even bothering to stop in his office. One of the nurses could page him if anything went wrong.

"Dr. Zelenka, I'd like to change my bet."

? Mush?

A/N There ya go. You got your happy, shippy chapter, along with a bit of action. Fun. This story is going to be skipping right along now, with each chapter possibly jumping months. I have this huge plan all worked out in my head, but I'm a slow typer. Well, kinda slow. This is defiantly going to be a future fic, but that's all I'll say. Until next time,

Peace, Love, and Everything Feline,

Furlings are Cats