Chapter Three: It's as bad as 'are we there yet?'
The three male team members stood around the dance hall looking a bit odd, all wearing jeans and t-shirts, compared to the rest of the crowd.
"Where's Teyla?"
"She'll be out in a minute." Rodney told John for the umpteenth time.
"Where's Teyla, Carson?"
"I'm not bloody psychic."
"Where…"
"If you're going to say 'where's Teyla?' I'll gag you, throw you off the highest tier on Atlantis, then lock you in the briefing room and sit through hours of even more boring briefings. No offence to your wife Rodney."
"Non taken." Rodney continued to look round the room.
"Is that clear?" John nodded mutely. "It worse than 'Are we there yet?'" Looking over John's shoulder Beckett saw McKay pointing to a figure that was walking towards them. "There is a God in this galaxy. Hello Teyla, don't you look bonnie." Teyla blushed.
"Thank you Dr Beckett." John stood there staring at Teyla. She wore a crimson dress that accentuated every curve of her body. Across the front was gold ribbon that tied up the dress, with white material underneath. The dress fell to the floor, flowing as she walked.
"You look pretty Teyla." Was all John could manage. "Do you want to dance?" John took Teyla's hand and led her to the other dancing couples on the floor. They danced slowly to something that sounded like Pachabell's Canon. "You do look lovely Teyla." John reassured her gently. Teyla took a moment to take in what he was sporting. He wore his black jeans, favourite light grey t-shirt and his Atlantis jacket.
"Did you not decide to wear what was offered?"
"Tights? No way!" Teyla giggled, and placed her arms around his neck. "Erm, Teyla, have you noticed no-one's actually dancing like we are?" Looking around Teyla saw that was true everyone was doing dances that required at least a metre in between each person.
"I do not really care."
TBC