Disclaimer: Virrah, Tessir, and Marya are mine. Although I only care for two of the three. Take a wild guess on which ones. Ronon and Teyla belong to the Stargate creator people.

Virrah got as close to his wife as the cell door would let him. He wrapped his fingers around the cell bars. His fingers were aching to touch her. And there were so many things that he wanted to say to her, but he couldn't. Not from where he was standing. "Teyla. I was worried about you," Virrah said with sincerity.

Teyla kept her stare on Virrah. There were so many emotions that came over her when she saw the face of the man she had called her husband for three years. "Guard, you may leave us."

"I cannot leave my post, princess," the guard replied.

Teyla understood. She knew that the guards in her hall were obedient and took their jobs seriously. Especially when it came to protecting her. But she needed to talk to Virrah. And she was going to do or say anything to be able to do it without the guard hovering over her. "Okay then. Open the cell."

The guard's eyes widened. He couldn't believe what she was asking him to do. Of all things. He would have rather her ask him to chew off his own leg, because at least then he could stay by her side. But to leave her alone with her brother's killer? "Princess, I don't think—"

"I will be fine," Teyla interrupted.

The guard realized that she was as persistent as ever and she wasn't going to leave no matter what he said. "Yes, princess," her replied in defeat.

The guard opened the cell, but not without sending Virrah a look as to say, if anything happens to her, you will not go unpunished. Teyla stepped into the cell and the guard slowly closed it behind her. He stood outside the cell to watch over the princess. Virrah stepped closer toward Teyla. "Teyla, I—"

"Do not come near me, Virrah," Teyla said. She couldn't even look at him. "If you do, I don't think that I will be able to control myself."

He stopped walking toward her and actually took a few steps back. Almost as if her anger was an invisible force that was able to push him back. "I understand that you are angry that I said I killed your brother."

"Angry?" Teyla's voice rose. "Angry does not begin to describe it. I am furious. And you shot an unarmed man! You, a military officer."

"Teyla, I had to. He was a threat."

"To whom? You and your secret?"

"I don't have a secret."

"Did you kill Tessir?" she asked.

"Teyla," Virrah said in a calming voice.

"Did you kill my brother?" Teyla screamed.

Virrah looked down. "Yes."

"Do you regret it?" She asked, hoping that maybe there was one strand of humanity left in him.

"No," Virrah said bluntly.

At that moment, it took Teyla everything in her not to kill the man, no monster standing in front of her. "You are sick."

"You still love me, Teyla. I know you do. You have to," he said walking toward her once more.

Teyla stood her ground. "Love you? I have to? I can't love someone who killed the only family that I had left."

Back in Teyla's room, Marya slowly unwrapped the bandages around Ronon. Ronon sat on the edge of the bed and looked as if he was about to pass out either from exhaustion or pain. "Are you all right?" Marya asked.

"I'm fine," Ronon said, softer than he would have liked. Honestly, he was feeling a little tired on top of something else, but he had no intention of telling her.

Marya tipped up his chin so that she could see if it was something that she could heal. When she didn't see anything but a furrowed brow, she asked, "Is there something on your mind?"

Ronon slowly inhaled and closed his eyes. "Actually, there is. Is there another room that we can go to?"

Marya looked at her patient. She saw that when he opened eyes they were glazed over, obviously from exhaustions, but they were also full of distress. "What is wrong with this room?"

"I don't want to lie in the same bed that Virrah has been in," Ronon said, finding the floor to be very interesting.

"But he hasn't," Marya simply said.

Ronon looked up in confusion. "What do you mean?"

He doesn't know, Marya thought. She thought that Teyla would have told him. But there wasn't really a good time to bring this topic up in a conversation unless he asked. "Virrah and Teyla have separate rooms. Actually their rooms are on opposite sides of the Hall. We are on the North end, and he was located in the South end."

"You mean…" Ronon's voice dragged on.

Back in Virrah's cell, they were having a very animated conversation. "Teyla, we were married for three years."

"We never consummated our marriage!" Teyla yelled. She didn't realize what she was saying, until it was too late.

"And why was that!"

"Because," she paused. "Because you aren't him," she murmured.

"What?" Virrah asked not sure what he heard.

"You aren't Ronon," she said in her normal tone. She couldn't believe what she had just said, but she meant it. With all her heart.

Virrah was shocked. She always had a reason why they could never consummate their marriage, but never something as extreme as she was in love with another man. "While we were married you had another man on your mind? So when you looked at me, did you see his face instead?"

Tears rolled down her cheeks. "I was grieving when I met you. I loved him and I thought I had lost him. But I never compared you to him. Not intentionally."

Virrah wanted so badly to wipe her tears away, although he was the cause of them. "And I thought that I was helping you get over your loss." He was hurt.

Teyla wanted to throw something, but unfortunately for her, there was nothing in the cell she could get her hands on. She could have thrown her hus—ex-husband, but that wouldn't have been very diplomatic. "You were using me!"

"And you didn't use me to replace the memory of that man in your room."

"I didn't kill your brother," Teyla hissed.

Virrah could have fallen back with the amount of venom that was put into those words. That statement visibly stung him. He looked away from his wife. He knew that their relationship was over. "So what are you going to do with me?"

"I am not going to do anything. I will let the Triad decide."

Virrah nearly fainted. Never did he think that Teyla would leave him to the Triad. They were well-known for making sure the punishment fit the crime. "Teyla, they will have me executed."

A new emotion washed over her when she saw the despair on his face. She felt pity. "You should have thought about that before," Teyla said.

"So is that the only reason you came here? To reprimand me for all the bad I've done?"

"I came here because I want a divorce," she said getting to the real reason she was here.

Not only did she want to hear his say once more that he killed her brother with a witness, but she wanted a divorce. She wiped the tears from her cheeks.

"So you can marry that man? I am not going to agree."

"I am not asking you, I am telling you. You do not have a say in this. And this has nothing to do with Ronon. Goodbye, Virrah. I will see you at your trial in three days." Teyla walked over to the cell door. "Guard, please open the door."

The guard opened it and Teyla stepped out. "So, he really did kill Prince Tessir," the guard said.

"You heard what he said," she said.

Teyla turned around and headed up to her room before she heard the sound of the cell close.

She got to her room just as Marya shut the door to it. "Marya, how is he?" Teyla asked.

"He is sleeping right now," Marya whispered.

"Did you have to drug him?"

"No. He isn't a bad patient. He has a fever. Nothing life threatening. I think the walk took a lot out of him."

"I see," she said, her voice full of guilt.

"Do not blame yourself, Princess. The walk did do him much good." Marya felt that she needed to change the subject. "How was your talk with Virrah?"

Teyla looked up at her. "How did you know I went to see Virrah?"

"You look distraught. And that is the only thing that I could think of that would cause you this much distress."

She wrapped her arms around herself. "It was… uncomfortable to say the least."

"Do you want to talk about it?" Marya asked.

"I don't want to have to burden you with my problems, Marya."

"It isn't a burden. Ronon isn't going to be going anywhere. And my sisters always told me I was a good listener."

"Marya," Teyla tested.

Marya continued talking as if she didn't hear what Teyla said. "And you are not getting rid of me that easily."

Teyla gestured Marya to follow her. They took a short walk down the halls. "I went to see Virrah. In the underground holding cells. I told him that I wanted a divorce." Teyla paused for a few seconds. "Am I a horrible person for wanting this?"

"No, Princess. Of course not."

"Then why do I feel horrible?"

"Because, although Virrah wasn't the man you truly loved, you were still married to him for three years. And nothing can take back those three years."

The two ended up in front of Teyla's door again. Teyla gave Marya a hug. "Thank you, Marya."

"I told you I was a good listener. I'll let you go to him. I will have someone send up some food."

Marya bowed and left Teyla standing alone outside of her room. She quietly opened her door so she wouldn't wake Ronon. When she entered her room, she saw him lying underneath the sheet he was using last night.

She walked over to her window and watched the sun slowly go down. She turned around when she heard a knock on her door. On the other side of it, there was a woman holding a tray of foods. "Some fruits, bread, and soups. For you and him," she said.

"I can take if from here," Teyla said taking the tray from her hands.

She set it on her drawer and sat on the edge of her bed next to Ronon. She pushed the stray dreads away from his face. She saw him inhale deeply and slowly open his eyes. "I smell food," he mumbled.

"Are you hungry?"

"Starved." He sat up and leaned against the headboard. "What is there?"

"Bread, fruit, and soups. So which one do you want?" she asked.

"Anything," Ronon replied. "But can you do me a favor first?"

Teyla let out a soft chuckle. "Ronon Dex, asking for favors. What is the universe coming to?"

"There's a first time for everything."

"So what do you need me to do?"

"Unwrap the bandages."

She pulled back his covers and saw that the bandages went all around his torso. "No," she said. "The bandages were there for a reason."

"I can't breathe. I mean, I can breathe, but I can't completely inhale. The bandages are on a little too tight," he said his face scrunching up in pain.

"Oh." She took the butter knife from the tray and slid it under the bandages.

She slowly cut the bandages making sure she didn't cut him. When she was done, she gathered them up and threw them to the side. Ronon inhaled deeply and smiled. "Much better."

Teyla shook her head in disapproval, but she smiled as she did. "You know, you're going to catch a cold sooner or later," Teyla said.

Ronon glanced and Teyla and raised his eyebrow, like he would often see Teyla do when she challenging him. "How do you know this? Are you a doctor now?"

"No. But it does get cold here. And you have been sleeping shirtless for the past two nights. And not to mention you have been walking around these halls without a shirt on."

"Is that a problem?" Ronon asked.

"Yes. For all of the females in this hall. I think that they are developing a crush on the new stranger."

"Are you jealous?"

"Should I be?" Teyla said, raising her eyebrow.

"No. Well, my shirt is bloody and has a gunshot hole in it."

"I can find you a shirt. So what do you want to eat first?" Teyla asked, changing the subject.

She walked over to her drawer and grabbed the tray of food. She took it over to her bed and she and Ronon shared the meal together. "Are you all right?" Ronon asked. He was concerned because she didn't say much during the meal.

"I don't want to talk about it. Not tonight," Teyla replied.

Ronon didn't push any further and they finished the meal in silence.

Thanks for reading. Sorry I took a while to update. It is kinda a whimpy chapter. My bad. Thanks to all those who reviewed the previous chapters. And please review this chapter. Lil-Rock