Authors Note: I have decided to get around and (try to) finish this fic – basically it has been bugging me. The actual end is backed up on floppy disk but my comp doesn't have a floppy drive unlike my old one (May it rest in peace). I hope this clears up some loose ends.

Chapter Seven: Clues

Looking around Teyla saw herself sitting in an actual helicopter. She'd heard John describe them but never actually understood what he meant until now. A light was flashing on the…she remembered John called it a display.

"Major Sheppard I order you to turn round and head back to the base." She instantly recognised that voice as Colonel Caldwell's.

"With all due respect sir, there are two men behind enemy lines." John was growing impatient at the voice.

"I don't want there to be three."

"We don't leave people in the hands of the enemy." John always used that line.

"We will return for them later. Get your ass back here to base, that's an order Major."

"Negative sir." John switched off the radio. He looked across at Teyla. "What?"

"Nothing." She replied. "Is this Afgania?"

"Afghanistan." He corrected her. "Just think you can see how I got my black mark." John sounded bitter. John suddenly turned the helicopter right and made for the ground. "Open that door." Teyla moved to open the door. She was surprised at how easy it was to open.

"Come on!" She called to two men running towards them. As they drew closer Teyla looked at their faces she instantly recognised them: Colonel Sumner and Peter Grodin. Suddenly it all clicked into place. John blamed himself for everything that had happened in her galaxy, tracing it back a few years to his indiscretion.

As soon as the men were on board, John took off, he risked a glance at Teyla and instantly realised she knew the truth. Teyla closed her eyes and woke back up in the infirmary under the watchful gaze of Dr Weir, Rodney and Carson.

TBC