Chapter 2


Teyla drifted into the briefing room where the rest of the main team sat waiting for the meeting to start. As usual, Rodney McKay wasn't on time.

Taking advantage of the scientist's tardiness, Teyla looked to Dr Weir.

"Doctor Weir, could you sing something for me?" Teyla wanted to know whom the mysterious woman was, and if she heard the voice again she was certain she would recognize it.

Weir looked startled, then glanced around the room at the amused and expectant faces.

"Um… why?"

Teyla smiled, "I have a theory but it must be tested. Please, sing a song of your homeland."

Sheppard looked on in amusement, holding back laughter as Weir visibly struggled to regain her composure and think of something decent to sing.

"Okay, but I have to warn you that I'm not a very good singer."

"That doesn't matter, Dr Weir. Please, sing."

Elizabeth frowned, coughed to clear her throat, and began softly singing.

Hark, I hear the foe advancing,

Barbed steeds are proudly prancing,

Helmets in the sunbeams glancing,

Glitter through the trees.

The rest of the team was enthralled by her clear voice, though it quavered with nervousness and uncertainty. Sheppard found himself gazing at her in wonder.

Men of Harlech, lie ye dreaming,

See ye not their falchions gleaming,

While their pennons gaily streaming,

Flutter in the breeze.

Teyla realized that it was not Weir who she had heard singing with McKay, but she was loath to stop her now that she had begun singing and it was apparent to her that Major Sheppard would not be happy, either.

From the rocks resounding,

Let the war cry sounding,

Summon all at Cambreais call

The haughty foe surrounding.

Sheppard's eyes were locked with Weir's, and both felt the connection crackle with electricity, like static sparking through the air between them.

Men of Harlech, on to glory,

See your banner famed in story,

Waves these baring words before ye…

Weir stopped, flushing slightly.

"I forget the rest of the words."

Teyla smiled and nodded, "it was very beautiful, Dr. Weir. Thank you."

But she might as well have said nothing, for she and Major Sheppard were enthralled with one another. How long they might have remained so she was uncertain had not Rodney McKay chosen that moment to stumble into the room with an armload of strange objects and yellow papers.

"Hey," he gasped for air as he set his load down on the table and dropped himself tiredly into a chair. "Sorry I'm late – did I miss anything?"

He stopped when he noticed he didn't get and answer.

He looked slowly from Dr Weir to Sheppard and back again.

Teyla, Ford and Beckett sat with smug grins on their faces.

McKay sat with a confused expression, just looking back and forth from one silent leader to another. Eventually he raised his hand up infront of Sheppard's face and waved it up and down, whistling annoyingly.

"Earth to Sheppard, Earth to Weir – come in Sheppard or Weir…"

There was barely any reaction from the two amazed people, to the amusement of the spectators.

He smacked his hand down on the table, making all jump slightly, and shouted "Huston we have a problem!"

With shocked looks on their faces, Sheppard and Weir looked at Rodney.

"Hi, welcome back."

Ford started to laugh, and his voice was soon joined by that of Carson, Teyla and Rodney. Sheppard and Weir just looked at the scientists with slight animosity.

Weir coughed and they both sat down awkwardly, clapping her hands to signal the others to quit laughing and start the meeting.

"Yes, well now… now that we're all here I suppose we'd better get back to business."

Sheppard nodded, "yeah… down to business."

Their actions only made Ford and Carson laugh harder.

A muscle twitched in Weir's face and she turned to face the smiling Athosian.

"Well, Teyla, how about we hear you sing?"

"Here, here," Sheppard seconded.

The others pounded their hands on the table and Ford shouted for her to do it.

Teyla flushed and nodded her head.

"Alright – I will sing an old Athosian song of departure."

The others settled down and listened quietly as she began in a rich, warm alto voice.

Blue of the Mighty Deep;

Gold of God's Sun

Let these colours be

Till all of time be done, done, done.

Her hands acted as if on their own accord, dancing along to her tune.

Farewell to foreign shores,

We sail at break of day-ay-ay-ay.

Though our last night on shore,

Drink to the foam,

Until we meet once more.

Here's wishing you a happy voyage home.


I decided to keep going with this thread... but I can't decide who should fall in love with Teyla. Ford or Carson?
I like them both, and I'm all about love triangles... R&R and tell me who you think should be the one.