A/N Here is chapter three. That's all I have to say.
Oh yea. Teyla is two months pregnant here. That should be it for the author notes.
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John led Teyla back to their room, his mind still on McKay's sleeping beauty impression. "Any idea why he passed out?"
"None. Is it not possible he was merely asleep?" Teyla pressed the key to open the door and turned back to John.
"I don't think so. If he was asleep, we would have been able to wake him up." John closed the door behind them. He reached forward and grabbed Teyla from behind, pressing his lips into her neck. "Can we please stop talking about McKay? He's the last thing on my mind right now."
Teyla spun around in his arms and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. "Then what are you thinking about?" Her voice was slightly husky, and something inside John stirred.
"Oh, if only you knew what you do to me woman." He leaned forward and captured her lips with his own, pressing their bodies together. He began to play with the hem of her shirt, mumbling something against her mouth. Teyla pulled away, but only long enough to pull her top shirt off. She went back in for another kiss, her tongue pressing at his lips. He accepted her into his mouth, moaning as she yanked his shirt out of his pants.
Teyla pulled back again, motioning towards the bed. John nodded his head in agreement, then picked her up. Holding Teyla close to his body, he made his way over to the bed. He placed her on the covers, taking in all of her form. Her chest was heaving slightly, due to her lack of breath. She lay prone on the bed, feeling the cool air where he had been only moments before. John pulled his shirt over his head and threw it off to the side.
"What do ya say we make this a long evening?"
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"Mandy, what do you think all that was about, with Elizabeth hitting McKay like that?" Amanda tossed a shoe into the corner, not bothering to untie it.
"I really don't know. She's been moody for the past few weeks, now that I think about it." She paused, her shoe still stuck halfway on her foot.
Adien picked up on her silence and looked up. "You don't think that's why, do you?"
"It makes sense. She's showing all the classic symptoms." Amanda finished removing her shoe and grabbed a new shirt. She peeled off her old one, which was a deep blue, and pulled on the red one.
"So what you're trying to say is that you think –"Amanda cut him off. She crawled into the bed beside him, snuggling into his embrace.
"That's exactly what I'm saying."
"Cool. Another Atlantian kid."
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"If I say this again, I'm going to confine everyone to individual quarters. I swear this is worse than the rabbits back home." Liz looked up from her seat, her expression one of bemusement.
"So I was right? It's not a flu?" Carson nodded his head slowly, his mind back on Perna. She had no children, but he could see the mark of a good mother. His own mother would have been proud that her son was considering settling down, even if she could never know.
"You might want to wake him, lass. His eyes have glazed over." Carson shook the test results in Rodney's direction, hoping the poor astrophysicist would come back to earth. All his tests had shown no reason for him to have collapsed like he did, but Carson wasn't taking any chances. Rodney was being kept overnight, and even though his vocal protests had ceased hours ago, the Doc could tell he was waiting for a chance to run.
"Rodney," Liz waved her hand in front of his face, "You might want to pay attention to this." He sat still for a few more moments, then came back to reality.
"Listen to what?" He was beginning to snap at everyone, and Liz shot him a warning glare. A cooped up Rodney was never a happy one.
"Well, Rodney, it seems you're going to be a father. Congratulations." Carson was indeed happy for his friend, and it showed in his eyes. The first real smile anyone had seen on him in some time graced his features, but it was a mere smirk compared to the one on Rodney's face. He grinned so widely that Carson idly wondered if a face really could split, and how you would treat that. Liz grabbed his hand and squeezed, but there was no stopping his next move. As swiftly as possible, Rodney slipped off the bed and pulled Liz into a crushing hug, squeaking like a small mouse.
Carson smiled. Rodney squeaking would most definitely be worth some chocolate at the Atlantian water cooler.
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"We should hold a party." Adien had gone out to the balcony near the commisary, intent on some fresh air.
"Hi there, sir. I didn't hear you coming." He was startled by John's appearance behind him, having been so lost in his own train of thought he didn't hear the doors.
"Stop with the sir. How far are we from the nearest military judge?" Adien understood his hidden meaning. There was no need to be distant to people out here, not when the closeness of a friendship could save your ass.
"Plenty far." He smirked and turned back to look over the balcony, taking in the ocean at night.
"What's on your mind? I know you didn't come out here for lack of something better to do." Given nothing else, the Major had a way of making anyone talk, and Ford was no exception.
"What will it be like if we go back?" Adien turned to face his CO, placing his elbows on the railing. "We cant talk about what we've done here, and any kids-"He motioned to the Major- "Will grow up not knowing why they cant talk about the place they were born. They will have to know about an evil no one on earth can imagine."
"That's true. But I would think that when we go back, not if, maybe the world could accept who we are and what we've done. Besides, see how those Athosian kids turned out?" Ford nodded, thinking of Jinto and his friends. They were like any other kid, playing and laughing. "They have a life, even though the Wraith have always been a presence here. They still are able to have fun."
"I guess so. It just seems so big, why should I be thinking about my own happiness? Shouldn't I be worried about those people, stuck in a little world were hate is a constant?" Adien was thinking of the kids they encountered a while back, the ones who killed themselves.
John watched his eyes darken, taking on the color of the night. "Everyone is entitled to be happy. I think it's the reason we keep going, thinking that we may make someone, even ourselves, happy." He turned back towards the door. "I better be getting back. No need to make someone UNhappy, especially when she controls the bed."
Adien laughed at that, a deep, true laugh. He watched John move back to the doors before asking, "What's that?" He pointed to a cup gripped in his hand, previously unnoticed by the sharp lieutenant.
"Pickles, actually. Even though there is no such thing on Athos, and she's only two months along, she wants the damn things. And you don't even want to know when she asked for them." Teyla wasn't well known for her timing, and it was obvious.
Seeing Fords lifted eyebrows, he lifted the cup up again and nodded. "Yup. It's enough to make a guy self-conscious. I mean, what's down there that reminds her of pickles?" John left the question hanging and walked through the door, back to his wife. Adien's chuckles could be heard all the way into the commisary, and a few curious scientists poked their heads out in confusion.
He waved them away, closing the door manually behind him. "Trust me, you don't want to know." One look made the eggheads go back to their coffee, mumbling something about 'crazy military types.'
'If only you knew how crazy.'
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A/N I just wanted to get something up so ya'll know I'm not dead, just dealing with the world. Stupid real life popped up and says 'Hey! No time for you to have fun, must work!' So I worked, and I don't even remember what on. So yea. Hope you like it, I'm trying to work the episodes in a little as they fit, but I've decided who Carson's love interest is going to be. I really wish it was me, but, alas, no such luck.
Peace, Love, and Everything Feline,
Furlings are Cats
