Sorry the updates been awhile. Went back to school, been a bit busy. Anyway, here it is. Kinda long. Not great, in my opinion. One chapter after this, and then another dream though.
Now, after the next dream (and a couple of chapters) I need another doctor. So, I need a name and a nationality. So, I'm running a little competition. First person to guess correctly who the next, and possibly last, dream is about, will be written in as the doctor. It sucks, I know, I'm kinda bored. Thought it would be fun.
Anyway, new chapter located here...

Chapter 17:Plan failure

John found Aiden fairly quickly. He was heading in the direction of the infirmary. Grabbing his arm, John had spun him around and started taking him in the direction of Rodney's lab.

"Sir?"

"Time to chat up the nurses later. We need to get McKay."

"Why?"

"Meeting in Weir's office."

"What about Teyla?"

John stopped for a moment at the mention of Teyla's name. Noticing this, Ford took the opportunity,

"You dreamt about her, didn't you?"

"Yes. This time, we're not going to let it happen."

"And that's what the meeting's for?"

"Yep."

The pair continues to McKay's lab in silence. When they got there, they found him staring intently at some piece of Ancient technology that had been found.

"It's amazing, isn't it?" Rodney just stared at it like a child.

"What does it do?" Ford moved to stand next to him, looking at the little grey box.

"I have absolutely no idea Lieutenant."

John rolled his eyes and nodded to Aiden. The pair of them moved forward, grabbed an arm each and dragged McKay out of his lab. They only let go when they got into the transporter nearby.

"What is going on?"

John touched the screen at the point nearest Elizabeth's office.

"Meeting with Weir."

The transporter doors slid open again and the three stepped out.

"Really? How come I wasn't told?"

"Spur of the moment thing."

Heading up the stairs, Rodney stared blankly at the other two. They were hiding something, and he wanted to know what it was.

John smiled when he saw that Elizabeth was already in her office. He knocked politely on the door and walked in without waiting for a response. Elizabeth looked up, watching the three as they came in to the office. Rodney took one seat, Ford the other. John chose to sit on a clear corner of her desk. She was about to speak when she noticed John was looking at her. Or more precisely her jacket. It took her a few seconds to realise what was going on. With a sigh, she loosened off her jacket. Underneath she had on a dark red shirt. John grinned.

"Just checking."

"Well, if the Major is quite finished, we'll begin. I'm sure you can guess why we're having this meeting."

"Well, maybe if someone would give me a hint!" Rodney looked around the room indignantly.

"I had another dream Rodney. About Teyla. That's why we're here. To try and stop it."

Rodney opened his mouth to speak, but closed it again quickly.

"Perhaps, John, you should explain your dream again."

With a nod, John told the dream to McKay and Ford. Neither interrupted or did anything really. They just sat very still with grim looks.

When he'd finished, Elizabeth began to explain the situation.

"Well, at the moment, there are a group of young Athosians in Atlantis, mostly male. However, they are a little spread out, so there's no time to try to find the right two. Same with the soldiers. As well as that, we can't draw attention to Teyla that something is going on. We need to distract Teyla while at the same time trying to prevent the situation happening. Ford, could you keep an eye on any military personnel entering or around the control room. Radio in if you hear anything suspicious. Rodney, could you do the same, but for the Athosians. John, I'd like you to try to just watch the situation in the control room."

"Why can't I keep Teyla away?"

"I think, and this is nothing personal, I think you're emotions might get the better of you and something might slip out. I'll keep Teyla away from the control room. Everyone agreed?"

"Yes ma'am."

"Yes."

"Sure."

With a sigh, Elizabeth stood, "Well, I'm going to try and find Teyla."

Everyone else stood to leave as well. Outside the office, everyone headed in their respective directions. John settled on sitting on one of the chairs in the control centre.

A thought came to John as he sat. Elizabeth's message on the radio. He'd forgotten. In the dream, she must have been the one distracting Teyla. It seemed fate was already against him.

Teyla was sat in the mess hall with some of the young Athosians. Elizabeth approached quietly, but Teyla had already seen her.

"Doctor Weir, good morning. Would you care to join us?"

With a smile, Elizabeth sat down and was promptly introduced to the two women and three3 men who sat at the table. They were very curious about the city and asked many questions of her. With Teyla's help, she managed to answer most of them. This worked to her advantage as it kept Teyla distracted for a while. Eventually, however, the five decided to leave. They had only arrived the day before and wanted to do some exploring before having some time to train with Teyla. She smiled as they left.

"They are becoming very good fighters. Perhaps one day they will be able to fight alongside others here in Atlantis."

"Maybe they'll even be as good as you one day."

"I am not the best fighter. Eventually they will be better than me. Though I hope I have some time left. Perhaps in the meantime, I can try to get them as good as Major Sheppard."

"It would be good to see someone other than you wipe the smirk off his face."

Both laughed at the thought. Teyla stood to leave.

At the same moment, Rodney's voice echoed in her ear, "Elizabeth, there are three Athosians entering the control room. Two men and a woman."

"Teyla, there's something I want to talk to you about, would you stay a little longer?"

With a nod, Teyla sat down again. Elizabeth went to speak, but her earpiece flared into life, "Elizabeth, its John. The three Athosians have just been greeted by two soldiers. It's happening. You have to keep Teyla there."

"Is something wrong Doctor Weir?"

"No. It's nothing. Look, I wanted to talk to you about…"

"Teyla! Teyla!" The voice rung out in the mess hall, everyone turned to stare. One of the young Athosian women ran across to the table. "Teyla, there's an argument. Some of the men here insulted me. Jenneth stood up to them so they insulted him and our women. Now they are arguing."

Teyla jumped up, "Where?"

"In front of the Gate."

"My apologies Doctor Weir, I must attend to this."

"No! I mean, just wait. Perhaps it will blow over."

She looked at Elizabeth. She couldn't understand why she was acting like this.

"Doctor Weir, I must deal with this. Don't you see that?"

"I…I…" Elizabeth was desperate.

'Please Teyla. Please don't go.'

Teyla shook her head, "I'm sorry."

With that Teyla left the mess hall with the young Athosian woman in tow. Elizabeth cursed herself, and then touched her earpiece.

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

In the control room John felt the bottom drop out of his stomach. He'd heard Rodney mention the three Athosians enter, so he'd moved positions to the balcony so he could see them. He hadn't really realised, until the two soldiers came up. At first John didn't think it was the dream, what with the woman. Then the soldiers had started asking her where her husband was and where her kids were. When she'd said she was unmarried, she was a warrior. They both laughed. One of the Athosians had stood up for her. Then the argument began. After a few minutes the woman had fled. And now, Teyla was walking in.

"Teyla. Stay there a minute. I need to talk to you." John yelled desperately from the balcony. Teyla couldn't understand why people couldn't just let her deal with her people.

"Major I have other matters to deal with."

'Why does she have to say that,' thought John.

"Teyla. Would you just stop a minute?"

Stopping halfway up the stairs, Teyla spun round to face John. She's had enough of all this.

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

With a sigh, John watched as she continued to walk up the stairs to the group. Part of him wanted to shout out and tell her. Part of him was too enthralled with the fact that he was watching his dream play out in front of him. Every minute detail was there. The way people spoke. Their faces. Their body movements. John had never really noticed these things before. Then again, his other dreams had happened so fast, he hadn't been able to really watch. Everything was the same. Totally identical. Even the way the soldier launched at Teyla. And the way she side stepped him.

In John's eyes, the fight seemed to take place in slow motion. He was just stood there waiting for the end. Waiting for…

"John!"

In that one moment, Teyla turned, just slightly. John stood totally still and silent and watched. He watched as Teyla fell. He watched Elizabeth's horrified face. He watched Rodney and Aiden both appear. He just watched.

Time resumed its normal pace around him.

As fast as possible, John turned and ran for the stairs. At the same time, Elizabeth began running across.

"Infirmary! We need a medical team to the Gate. Now!"

They both reached Teyla at the same time. John reached out to see if she was okay.

"Don't. We don't know how badly she's injured."

Behind, John could hear the soldier yelling.

"Look, it wasn't my fault! She slipped, that's all! It was nothing, just a little misunderstanding."

John spun angrily, "Shut up! Just shut up!"

He fell silent. The rest of the control room was already silent. They all stood staring.

"Take him to the brig. He will be dealt with later."

Elizabeth stood glaring at the soldier. He looked like he was going to argue, but a shout behind her stopped him.

"What the hell!"

Carson stood at one of the passages with a gurney and some nurses. Aiden and Rodney were stood nearby. Moving across, they quickly filled him in on the situation.

Looking back at Elizabeth, John sighed.

"When's this gonna end?"

"I don't know John. I'm sorry. Just remember, it's not your fault."

She reached out and laid a hand gently on his arm. He smiled, though his thoughts didn't match.

'Feels like my fault.'