Disclaimer: I'ma beat you with a stick you ask me this again. -Opens eyes real wide, looking like her friend Jessica as she lifts a large stick- Go on, get!

WARNINGS!: Ubiquious amounts of Sheyla!

Apologies for the time it took for this chapter to come out, but writer's block set in COMPLETELY and I had holiday fanfics to write(Which, I never posted, of course. -Rolls eyes-). Finally have it done though, so be happy! Lol I have more of Chapter 9 done, so with any luck that'll be out soon. Assuming I take time this vacation- I have projects that are due the day I get back- and can get a few ideas. But for now, just enjoy this chapter, reread previous ones if you can't remember what's going on!

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Chapter 8- "What to do When the Worst has Happened to the One You Love"

John confidentally called for the elevator and stepped on, heading back upstairs. It stopped a floor below where he wanted to go and the doors opened to reveal a group of soldiers.

Barely thinking, he killed them before they could get their guns up and continued on to the floor he wanted.

He had finished with one floor and knew his time was running short; he had to find her. But with all the soldiers about....

The soldiers.

Getting a sudden idea, he ducked behind the wall to wait until a group of five had passed. He jumped out then, managing to get two down before any could react. He shot two, then had to fight the final one, but made quick work of him; the adrenaline from anger and fighting helped with that.

Walking to one of the men by the walls who was beginning to stir, he grabbed the man's shirt and hauled him half-up.

"Where's the female prisoner being kept?"

When the young soldier did nothing but glare, he gained a sneer and banged him up against the wall.

"I won't ask nicely again. Where. Is. She?"

Perhaps he saw the seething rage in John's eyes, or took note of the tone in his voice; it didn't really matter. Either way, he knew that it would be in his best interests to tell him.

"2 floors up, down to almost the end of the hall on the right. She's being guarded."

"Thank you," he said sarcastically, dropping the boy and kicking him in the stomach to knock the wind from him. "Can't have you blabbing too early." Then he took off at a dead run for the stairs.

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Teyla look up from her seat by the window at near-by gun fire. She had heard the alarms and was frustrated that she didn't know what was going on.

Suddenly the doors opened and one of the guards fell inside, bleeding heavily. Looking past him, she saw John poke his head in and grinned at the man.

"Come on."

Teyla stood and hurried to him, taking his hand as help over the body in the doorway.

"I did not think you would be able to find me!"

"I wasn't about to leave you behind." He stopped them then, ignoring that they were in the middle of a crisis situation and looked seriously at her. "Teyla, there's something I think you should know."

Tilting her head, confused, she gazed at him with big eyes, breath catching in some unknown emotion.

A group of soldiers burst from the elevators and he pulled her by the hand.

"But we'll talk about it later," he said and they ran for their lives.

In a round-about way, the soldiers helped them find the exit by chasing them down to the first floor. John took out the seven guards by the front doors, leaving an open path to the outside.

No words needed, they booked their way across the fields in what they assumed was the general direction of the Stargate, hearing the shouting following, one voice raised above the rest even as they got to the wooded path.

"Get them! I want my prisoners back!" Lord Munner's shriek came.

Teyla and John ran full-tilt for the in-view Gate- there didn't seem to be any of the savages about to impede them-, John nearly running into the DHD in his haste. He dialed the address as fast as he could and- since he had given his IDC transmitter to Aiden- quickly spoke into his radio.

"This is Major Sheppard; Teyla and I are coming in hot and need that shield down now!"

"We are out of time!" Teyla exclaimed, looking at the soldiers coming out of the wooded path.

"Let's go then," he replied, then said into his radio, "We're coming through!"

Without another pause, he and Teyla dove through the Gate with abandon, whether Atlantis was ready for them or not.

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Thank God for intuition and quick thinking.

That's all that ran through John's mind as he burst through the Gate on the Atlantis side and tumbled to the floor, rolling repeatedly before coming to a stop on his side.

He heard a few hits against the raised shield behind him and mentally sighed in relief as he gasped for air on the floor near Teyla, turning fully onto his back. That had been a close call; too close really.

Looking over at the Athosian woman- who was laying on her back with her eyes closed as she gasped for air after the rush of fear and adrenaline-, he suddenly realized just what his reason for doing everything had been.

As if feeling his gaze on her, she opened her eyes and let her head roll to look at him, a smile coming to her lips. He gladly returned it with a full-fledged grin and a short phrase.

"I love you."

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A/N: Props to M.A. for the title! Not that she remembers saying it by this point.... Lol If anyone follows the reviews, M.A. gave suggestions- albeit she did it without intent-, and I have answered. I know that this is a VERY short chapter, but I wanted it to be solely Sheyla, no McWeir, and that's what I got. I mean, the line just seemed like a perfect place to end, ya know what I mean?

But hey, I'm back! Lol I'm hoping to have up that Thanksgiving fic(FINALLY, right? Lol) and a Christmas one soon, as well as Chapter 9 of this if I can get a little inspiration. Maybe when it comes back on January 21st I'll get a spur of creativity!

Anywho, leave a review to let me know if you're all still reading! Flames are used on Kolya in the worst way possible!

- V.