A/N- Much love to my following reviewers!
Lennexa- Yay! Love the encouragement! Hope you like his one as much!
camy- Yes, there should be a lot more Sheyla stories out there. pokes Shweir writers with pitch fork
Cpt. Ritter- Well this one will mostly be in John's perspective and the story would be kinda hard to write in Teyla's perspective because she's a gould but I'll do my best. The next chapter will be in Teyla's perspective though, I promise. I'll have to try black mailing. UnfortunatelyI would write the storyanyways because I love to write so it wouldn't be very effective. But thanks! (You gave me three paragraphs and I gave you four lines.)
Only Memories- It'll all work out in the end. Thank you!
OMGirl- Thank you so much! I think this one is better than Meant To Be.
ch. 2 Stubborness Pt. 2
"John, you can't keep turning in your mission reports late!" Elizabeth scolded John. They were sitting in her office with Elizabeth looking more than a little mad, and John coweing away from the monstrous sight in front of him. 'Note to self,' He thought. 'Don't make Elizabeth angry.' "It's not like it was before we were able to contact Earth." She continued her rant. "Before then it didn't matter that your reports were a little late because we didn't have to send them to Earth. Now you really must start taking on more responsibility..."
John tuned the rest of her words out. He knew where this lecture was going and he knew that when Elizabeth was finished, he would say how sorry he was and how he would try harder to get his reports on time. His thoughts drifted away from Elizabeth and landed on Teyla.
'No! Bad John! Can't think of Teyla! Can't think of her that way. It's against the regs. Think of something else. Think of... Ford. Think of your poor friend who might be dead right now.' His thoughts of Ford proved futile because they only made him think of the Wraith which made him think of the Wraith-bugs which made him think of when he almost turned into one which made him think of when he kissed Teyla.
"John!" Elizabeth yelled, pulling him out of his reverie. John's head snapped around to see Elizabeth looking half concerned, half murderous.
"What?" Elizabeth slumped back into her chair.
"Did you even hear a word of what I just said?"
"Of course I did. You want me to be more responsible and get my reports in on time. That about cover it?" Elizabeth looked peturbed but accepted his answer.
"Fine." Elizabeth noticed the dark circles under his eyes. She peered at him, concerned. "John, have you been sleeping okay lately?" John looked away from her gaze.
"Yeah. I'm fine." He lied.
"Does she keep you from getting to sleep?" John whipped his head around to glare at Elizabeth.
"Who?" He said a little too harshly.
"You know who I mean." John's look softened but he wouldn't reveal anything.
"I'm sorry but I don't."
"John don't play dumb. I know you haven't been getting a lot of sleep because you can't stop thinking about her. Why don't you just tell her how you feel? Then you could get a good night's sleep. You'll be no good to your team if you fall asleep in the middle of a fight with the Wraith." John glared harder at her.
"You know as well as I do that Teyla is under my command and the regs prevent us from having a relationship. You're right though. I do need more sleep. But if it gets too bad, I can just ask Carson for sleeping pills." 'Elizabeth you don't know how much I want to tell her but I know she doesn't feel the same way. She wanted to forget that I had kissed her while I'd been turned into that Wraith-bug. She's my best friend and I can't ruin the friendship we have because I couldn't get any sleep.' John added to himself.
Elizabeth didn't buy it. "You're being stubborn. Since when have you cared about the rules? You disobeyed a direct order to save your friends back in Afganistan. John you are one of the most unselfish person I have ever met. You're willing to be court marsheled for your friends. You're willing to die for your friends. You are willing to do anything if it will benefit someone else. Why don't you take something for yourself for once?"
John looked at her with sad eyes. "Because that would be selfish to take Teyla when she doesn't like me that way. I could never do that to Teyla. Put her in a situation like that. I'm sorry if I seem stubborn, but I can't risk putting my personal feelings before hers. I have to know she likes me the same way before I do anything about it."
John got up and left the office without waiting to be dismissed. His only problem was that he knew Elizabeth was right. But technically he already told Teyla. When he kissed her. And she acted like nothing had happened. So that technically meant she didn't like him. That way. This gripped at his heart and he felt pain shoot through every vein in his body. The thought that he would never be able to love Teyla and have his feelings reciprocated hurt like a thousand knives going through his body. He would never be able to kiss her or tell her a thousand times a day that he loved her with his whole heart.
"Colonel?" He had been so wrapped up in his thoughts that he hadn't realized that his feet had taken him to the gym where the ghost that haunted his thoughts stood with training sticks in her hands.
"Teyla. I was just uh... coming for our lesson." It was then he noticed someone else in the room. Colonel Caldwell stood not five feet from where he stood in the doorway.
"Our lesson is not scheduled until this afternoon." John looked from Teyla to Colonel Caldwell and noticed anger and sadness in Teyla's eyes and just pure anger in Caldwell's
"Right." John again looked between the two. "I'm sorry but am I interrupting something?"
"Not at all, Colonel." Caldwell said. "I was just leaving." Caldwell sent a glare at Teyla and then stormed out. As soon as she was sure Caldwell could not hear her, she threw her sticks onto the mat with such force that John had to get out of the way to keep from getting hit when they bounced back up. Teyla let out a frusterated scream and snatched her bag up, fishing for her water bottle.
John stared in amazement as Teyla angrily drained half of her water in one gulp. Was this the same Teyla who was so incredibly patient? The same Teyla who had trained with John to no avail and still never got frusterated with his lack of practicing? Whatever Caldwell had done, it had been big.
"Teyla?" John cautiously aproached her, afraid she might vent her anger out on him.
"What?" She snapped. She looked at his confused face and her look quickly softened. "I'm sorry."
"What happened? Did he do anything to you?" John's protectiveness got ahold of him and he wanted nothing more than to snap Caldwell's neck for whatever he did to 'his' Teyla.
"He insulted me and questioned my 'self-control'." Teyla finger quoted self control just like John had taught her to emphisize her point.
"What did he say?" John's anger subsided a little knowing that Caldwell hadn't done anything too terrible. What he had imagined was much worse than just insults. But none the less, John would rejoice when the Dedalus left for Earth, taking Caldwell away for over a month.
Teyla hesistated. She hesitated for too long. John had a sinking suspicion this was about Teyla being part Wraith. "He believed my... personal feelings would get in the way or my work." Teyla said, refusing to look at him. Instead she pretended to search through her bag for something.
"Personal feelings?" Boy was he wrong about this being about the Wraith. Teyla didn't answer. John got her message. She didn't want to talk about it so he didn't press her for details.
"Don't worry about Caldwell. He's leaving in a couple of days and won't be back for like six weeks. Just grin and bear with it until then. Then you can do what you want." John smiled. "With in reason." He added.
Teyla looked him in the eye for the first time that day. "Thank you, Colonel. I will as you say, 'grin and bear with it'." John had to use all of his military training not to shiver under the electrifying smile she gave him.
"Yes. Well I imagine you're hungry after that little tirade. Would you like to get some lunch?"
"I would like that. Let me change frst?" John nodded.
"I'll meet you in the mess hall in... half an hour?" It came out as more of a question.
"Very well. I will see you then."
On a Planet Not Far From Atlantis
"None of these women are fit to be the host of our queen, Neith." The first prime, Hotep, announced to the army of jaffa who stood before him. "Could you not find one woman who is beautiful enough to be graced by Neith? Her carrier grows weak. Before long, she will need to take a host. I do not want to give an apalling host for her to live in. She is our creator. She created the universe. You should be ashamd of yourself forfailing our goddess." Hotep turned to the guard jaffa. "Take me to the villager you have captured."
The two jaffa walked through the corridors of the gould mothership to three levels below them. They came to a holding cell where a poor merchant sat in the corner.
"Come." Hotep ordered. He opened the cell door and the man followed him. They arrived in a commisary of sort. "Sit." The man sat at the table in the center of the room without any questions. "You must be hungry."
"Not- not r- r- really." The merchant stuttered. Hotep sat down next to him.
"What is your name?"
"Tomen."
"Do you not have any beautiful women on your planet?" Tomen shuddered.
"No. We are all poor merchants. Our women are midwives to each other. They have no need to make themselves look beautiful." Hotep waved to the guard at the door.
"Then we have no use for you. Your race is very stubborn. Take him back to the cell." The guard moved to grab Tomen but he held up his hands and jumped away from him.
"Wait! There were visitors who came two days ago. They said they would return. Perhaps you will find a beautiful woman with them." Hotep smiled.
"We may have use for you yet." He turned to the guard. "Take him to the royal guest room. He will remain there until we are ready to leave. Then he may return to his village."
"Thank you." Tomen called before being ushered from the room. Hotep walked to the bridge and to a jaffa that stood at the head consol.
"Cloak the ship and call all jaffa back to it. We are going to have visitors. We don't want to alert them."
A/N- I'm having a little trouble with the next chapter so it might take a little longer to update. If you have any ideas that I could use, please, feel free to tell me. I just need to work out the third chapter and the rest will be easy.