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Title: Shotgun
Author: Celede
Date: 14 December 2005
Rating: PG-13

Notes: Was orginally a response to AtlantisFire challenge, but now is a WIP Thanks to my awesome beta Val! The title is crap and misleading, this is not a story about a shotgun... kinda Sheppard/Teyla (seeing as they are OTP)
Spoilers: None, although Dex is there

Summary: Rodney has managed to get Telya and John married... Now what?

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"Doesn't even think!"

John was still fuming by the time he reached his quarters. He practically smashed the activation panel and swore to himself once more, wishing for the umpteenth time that there was a door on Atlantis he could slam.

He sat down on the edge of his bed and let his thoughts wash over him. He and Teyla were married on Teila. How did he feel about that? At the moment, annoyed. He didn't think he was the settling down kind of guy.

What if Teyla wanted to move in together? What if Teyla wanted to have kids? What if Teyla wanted a herb garden!

There were so many thoughts running through his head that he didn't really pay any attention to the slightly itchy, yet , burning sensation on his upper arm.

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"Colonel Sheppard, this is Doctor Beckett. Come in."

"This is Sheppard, go ahead Beckett."

"Need I remind you that all personnel have to report to the infirmary for a post mission checkup every time they step through that bloody gate?"

"No."

"So you'll be down soon then? John?"

"Yes."

"Good, oh, and see if you can find Teyla, she hasn't been in and I can't reach her."

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John was not a stupid man in any way. He did not miss the glances that people threw he and Teyla as they made their way down to the infirmatory.Good news travels fast , John thought sarcastically and for the thirty-first time that hour took pleasure in imagining walking Rodney off a very tall cliff.

John glanced over at Teyla and was relieved to see she didn't seem affected by the whispering that ensued as they passed people. John had found her in the first place he looked. The gym, seemingly taking out her aggressions on a poor defenseless mannequin that he swore he heard her call 'Rodney'.

A nurse giggled as the walked into the infirmatory, John sent her what he hoped was one of his meanest glares and the nurse practically ran from the room. This made him feel slightly better.

"Well, for once it appears that you have returned from a mission in perfect health! Carson exclaimed as he finished his checkup, "So any other aches or aliments I can be of service to?"

"My upper arm's kind of itchy," John replied distractedly. One of the nurses was conducting Teyla's examination in the next bed and he could see her outline through the curtain.

"Oh my god..."

Carson's worried filled voice brought John's attention right back to him, he looked down at his bicep and almost yelped in surprise.

"Doctor Beckett, I think you should see this!" The nurse nervously called from behind the curtain.

John jumped off the bed and ripped the curtain open.

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The sound of John's voice yelling "Rodney!" could be heard in many a corridor of Atlantis.
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John rubbed his temple, trying to stave of a tension headache most likely being formed from all the information that the representative from Teila was trying to give them. He wasn't exactly sure what he was going on about in somewhat broken English, but the look on Teyla's face was enough to tell him all that he needed to know.

It wasn't going well.

John sigh as Teyla turned to him to translate what had just been discussed.

John held up his hand.

"First things first, how do we get rid of the mark?" He asked.

The Teilan representative blinked at him.

"This!" John ranked the sleeve of his t-shirt up to reveal a symbol etched into his skin that he thought reminded him of the 'omgea' symbol, but then again not.

"Ah," the representative's eyebrows rose and he began to speak rapidly. John, not having the slightest chance of following him turn his attention to Teyla, waiting for her translation of the conversation.

Once again he knew what the outcome of the conversation was even before she spoke. Forget War and Peace, he thought to himself, I could just spend my time reading Teyla. He quirked an eyebrow at his own thoughts but was brought out of his reverie by Teyla's voice.

"It would appear that we cannot get rid of the mark, it is the mark of conligatio, a symbol of our binding"

John wondered how she was being so calm about this, after all she had a matching one.

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