A/N Here it is folks! The 11th and final chapter of Opening a Door. It's been a fun ride, and I know that I have learned a lot about writing just from this one story. Thank you to everyone who has read this story and reviewed, and to those who didn't review. I will be posting the epilogue soon, and it will have a bit of lead in into the sequel. So, until next time,

Peace, Love, and Everything Feline,

Furlings are Cats

? Space - Another Month Later?

"Shouldn't we be worried about Carson? All he does is mope around in that infirmary of his." Adien Ford pointed his fork in the general direction of the infirmary.

"I don't know. I think he just misses home. Besides, I know it's hard for him to see all of his friends hook up, leaving him alone." This came from Amanda, who leaned over and stole the eggs of Adien's fork.

"Those were mine."

"Then don't stick them out for me to grab."

"I do not think it is wise for us to push him towards a relationship. Maybe just by being there, we will alleviate his pain." Teyla looked longingly at John's sausage. He obligingly placed it on her plate, stealing some egg in the process.

"Well, isn't the pool getting shallower? I mean, there's you two, which was just a duh." Adien pointed between John and Teyla. "Then there's us," He motioned between himself and Amanda.

"Don't forget about the Drs. Brain."

"Who?"

"Oh, sorry Teyla. That's what Adien and I call Rodney and Elizabeth."

"And isn't Zelenka dating one of the nurses, what's her name?"

"Tina," supplied Amanda.

"Yea, that's her." John looked towards his wife. "Are you ok?" She had only eaten a few bites of his sausage then pushed her plate away.

"I do not feel very hungry, John." She stood from the table. "I think I will go lay down for a while." She leaned over for a kiss.

"I'll be there soon." John kissed her goodnight and watched as she left the room.

"I take it breakfast food doesn't wake her up?" Adien shoveled in his eggs like there was no tomorrow, speaking with his mouth slightly full.

"Not at 2100, obviously. But she's been off for a few weeks now."

"Maybe it's a cold." Amanda didn't think it was even that bad, but there was no trouble with being too cautious.

"Maybe." John went back to his dinner of sausage and eggs, trying to figure out what was going through the cook's head as he prepared the meal.

'Maybe he wanted us to be nocturnal' he thought with a smile.

? Space Case?

"Dr. Beckett, may I speak with you?" Teyla had wandered into the infirmary on her way to her quarters.

"Aye, and what seems to be the reason?"

"For the past few weeks, I have been feeling nauseous when I wake up. Also, the sight of food makes me ill." Carson's eyebrows hit his hairline. There was no way this was possible, right?

"Do you have any other symptoms? A sore throat, or a nagging cough?"

"No. Only the food troubles." Yea, it sounded just like he thought.

"Well, there is a simple blood test I can do to see what the problem is. Do you mind?" He pointed to one of the chairs in the corner. Carson deftly strapped her arm the side of the chair, making sure the tourniquet was tight. "This is going to hurt for a moment, lass. Try to look away."

Teyla did as she was told, but even then the needle hurt. "Ouch."

"I'm almost done, then it will take a few minutes for the results." He removed the needle and placed a cotton ball over the site. "Just hold that in place while I run this, alright?" Teyla nodded her affirmative and sat back to wait.

? Space?

Meanwhile, Carson was running the test and grabbing his DNA records. 'How could this be possible? There has to be another explanation.' Never in his life had he wanted that machine to go fast as in that moment. Well, four alleles matched. That was good enough for an organ donation. 'Maybe our Pegasus counterparts aren't so different after all,' he thought as the machine finished. He grabbed the results and scanned them quickly.

"Not as different after all."

? Space?

"Have you determined what is wrong with me?" Teyla was tapping out the rythem to a song John had made her listen to that morning. Now, the tune was endlessly running around her brain.

"Well, it seems that you aren't sick. But there is something else." Carson held the paper up in front of him, trying to figure out the least surprising way to put the information.

Teyla looked stricken. "What?"

"Well, I don't know how this is possible, but I have some good news." He took a deep breath.

"And?" She was getting impatient. What in the world could be so hard for him to say aloud?

"Well, congratulations Teyla. You're pregnant."

Finis!

A/N That's it for this fic. How many of you couldn't see that coming, eh? Come on, be honest. The sequel will be up soon. It's called Growing up Ancient. Go figure. Well, I hope you enjoyed it! Much love!