Buggin3 - Thanks! I'd like to know how it all works out as well LOL!
xkawaiix - Nice to see a familiar face :) I'm really glad you like it so far.
Simple Hope - I love Carson's accent as well. And yes, he is a wise, wise man (at least with regard to playing cupid :P) Ch3 was so much fun to write. I couldn't resist throwing him for a loop :P
Hazeydream - Glad you like it. It wasn't meant to be Shep/Weir, but 'meh', thats how it seems to flow!
yellowmellow - speechless huh? I like it:D
Cathain - LOL! Now you have me seeing NCIS everywhere! I promise to have a shippier ending sigh that was sad :( Rodney is surprisingly easy to write :D
LadyB - I know, I don't think Shep would be able to resist her if she blushed :D
Thedummie - Yes, Carson is a naughty doctor...plays with the hearts of all... ;)

AN: Sorry this is so short but I was writing it when I actually had the flu (how weird is that?)and it seemed like a good place to stop it.
DISCLAIMER: Same as before...I don't own anything to do with SGA..because if I did there would be a LOT more shippiness :D

And on we go...

Chapter 5

Ronon walked along the corridor silently, deep in thought about his duties to care for the woman he was carrying in his arms. He was startled from his thoughts when Teyla stirred against his chest. Her eyes fluttered open, closed, and slowly opened again. Wearily, she raised her head.

"Ronon?" Teyla whispered.

"Yes, its me," he assured her.

"Why are you carrying me?" 'Not that I particularly mind,' mused her mind on the quiet. "What happened?"

"You don't remember anything?" Ronon queried, slightly surprised, and a bit put-in-his-place that she didn't remember his help.

"I remember sparring," she said faintly, tired. "Then being in your arms" (Ronon smiled at that) "and …" her brow puckered as she fought the fogginess over her memory. "Oh no, did I faint?" Teyla asked, embarrassed and slightly horrified at her weakness.

"I think 'collapsed' would be a more appropriate term," Ronon chuckled quietly, enjoying her discomfort ('Not to mention her body pressed against yours' a voice whispered.) "No-one knows…except of course Dr Beckett, Sheppard, Dr Weir and McKay."

Teyla just groaned and hid her embarrassed face in the crook of his neck.

"Where are we going?" her muffled voice asked.

"Well lass, Ronon here is taking you back to your quarters," came Carson's cheery voice. "He will be quarantined with you and will also be in charge of your welfare. That way, we can kill two birds with one stone."

Feeling Teyla tense slightly in his arms, Ronon shifted her around, allowing her room to face the doctor, while also still resting against him.

"What do you mean by quarantined?" Teyla asked, eyes narrowing while she gratefully reclined against Ronon's strength and soaked up his warmth. She listened quietly as Carson recited the day's happenings. Teyla shifted again when he had finished so she could look at Ronon.

"My apologies Ronon. You should not have to look after me," Teyla said softly, as she tried to escape from his arms. Ronon tightened his hold, pulling her firmly against his chest.

"Stop it," he said firmly. "I don't mind looking after you."

Expecting an indignant reply, Ronon was surprised when laid her head back against his neck and he felt the smile on her lips. Feeling her body relax, Teyla fell asleep quickly, lulled by the warmth surrounding her and the beating of Ronon's heart.

Arriving at Teyla's quarters, Carson opened the door and stepped far back to allow Ronon to enter. Cushioning her head against several pillows, he pulled the blankets up and tucked them snugly around her body. Satisfied that she would be comfortable, Ronon turned back to Carson.

"So what do I do now?"

Carson ran through what Ronon had to do. He told him how to draw blood, how often Teyla had to drink, and how often and how much she had to eat. Throughout the explanation, Ronon's gaze didn't waver and his eyes did not blink.

Slightly unnerved by, Carson asked seriously "Have you got all that lad? It's very important"

Ronon recited it perfectly.

Astonished at Ronon's mental capacity, Carson left him with the necessary equipment and the promise to arrange for some food to be brought to them regularly.

"You'd better make sure there's enough," Ronon growled, already feeling the hunger. Carson just chuckled and the door slid shut with a final shwoosh.

Lighting some candles around the room and breathing the aromatic, relaxing scents, Ronon returned to Teyla's side. Noticing the sheen of sweat that beaded her forehead, he got a damp cloth and delicately wiped her flushed face. The coolness woke her and she gazed blearily into Ronon's eyes.

"I am sorry, Ronon," Teyla whispered so softly that Ronon had to lean closer to hear.

"For what Teyla?" Ronon asked, gently stroking her soft hair. She sighed in contentment and closed her eyes. Ronon cupped her cheek, thumb running gently across her smooth skin.

"Teyla? You're sorry for what?"

"For getting you into this situation. For being stuck with me for who knows how long," came the faint reply.

"There is no need to apologise. Really. I don't mind."

Teyla snuggled deeper into the covers, the slight curve of her lips making her look peaceful. Thinking she had fallen asleep, Ronon was startled when a hand reached out to lightly grasp his own.

"Thank you," came the breathless sigh, before darkness claimed her.