Right, update. Thanks for the reviews. I think my PC my be screwed up. normally it tells me when i have reviews, but I haven't had e-mails for the last few reviews. Anyway, it's time for another dream.

Chapter 15:Dreaming on Atlantis

Familiar fuzziness. God, I am really beginning to hate this! It's clearing now. How original. I'm stood on a balcony in the control room. It's the one I pushed McKay off.

He he, that was a good day.

Anyway, back to the job in hand.

The place is full of noise and people. Nothing unusual there. What I don't get is why I'm up here. I mean, unless McKay wants to test the shield again. It's Elizabeth's job to stand on balconies, especially in the control room. But she'd not there. By the looks of things, she's not in her office either. She's not anywhere around as far as I can see. Please don't tell me this is about her.

Nope, because she's talking to me on my radio.

"John, she left. I couldn't stop her. Someone came and told her about the argument."

Argument? What argument? I think that would be the reason for the very angry, loud voices coming from four men at the top of the stairs leading to the Gate. Two look to be Athosians and two look to be some members of the Atlantis expedition.

Wait. Elizabeth said 'she'. Teyla. It's gotta be Teyla.

And sure enough, there's Teyla walking out of a passageway at one side.

I'm doing that thing where I'm yelling again.

"Teyla. Stay there a minute. I need to talk to you."

That is still too weird.

"Major I have other matters to deal with."

It's got something to do with the argument. That's why I'm trying to stop her. Or the ceiling of the control centre's about to collapse. I really hope not.

I've moved forward to the edge of the balcony near the steps. Teyla's halfway up.

"Teyla. Would you just stop a minute?"

"Major, unless something is going on that you wish to tell me about, I have more pressing matter to deal with."

She points to the group arguing and carries on. Why is my life so screwed up?

"Gentlemen, what is the problem here?" Guess I'm just listening now.

"Teyla, these men insulted the honour of some of the Athosian women."

"All we said was that in a real combat situation, a bunch of women twirling sticks is not gonna strike fear into the hearts of the enemy."

That's the wrong thing to say to Teyla.

"In a fight, it is not about scaring the enemy, it is about fighting your way out alive."

Touché.

"Yeah, but really. Women fighting with…"

"It has nothing to do with your sex, merely your strength and determination."

"And women are weaker than men."

I wanna hit this guy. Who hired him? I hope he's not really one of my men.

"There is no proof of that. I am a member of a team here. I have heard many things of female soldiers on Earth."

No, she'd heard about Lieutenant Colonel Samantha Carter. That's all.

"Forget it."

The two men turn to leave, smug grins plastered on their faces. They're provoking her.

"Turn back and face me."

They don't.

"Turn back and face me!"

The idiot who's been mouthing off turns round.

"What, so you can twirl you're little sticks at me. Gimme a break. You ain't no fighter."

Prick…those sticks hurt!

"I am as much a fighter as you are. You are clearly too arrogant to see it."

Forget fists of fury. Teyla can fight with words alone.

"Take that back."

Teyla's walking away. Clever move.

"Take that back you bitch!"

I don't think Teyla realises she's just been insulted.

All of a sudden, the idiot launches at her. Just to prove he's an idiot, Teyla just steps out of his way. He's pissed. Really pissed. He goes for her again. The pair of them are head to head. Both are looking for an advantage. One swings one way, the other blocks. One moves to kick, the other moves out of the way. They're getting close to the stairs. Frighteningly close.

"John!" Elizabeth's suddenly appeared in the passageway Teyla came out of. Teyla's distracted for a moment. The idiot can see it. Taking his chance, he trips her and pushes her at the same time.

She's going down the stairs. She's going down them headfirst.

Everything's gone sort of silent. Everyone's sort of staring. I sort of don't like this.

Know she's lying at the bottom of the stairs. There's blood on the stairs and blood coming from her head. Her leg is twisted in a way that looks painful. Her arm…well, I have never seen an arm in that position on anyone living.

I'm running down the stairs. Elizabeth's running across too. She's screaming in her radio about a medical team. I can hear noises of a scuffle break out behind me as the idiot yells about her slipping. It wasn't his fault.

But it was.

And now it's silent. And here's that lovely voice again.

Wake up! Wake up John!