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A/N Nerwen Aldarion: Well this chapter is a biggy with a lot of twists and storyline starters. All you TeylaDex fans oughta like it and all you Shweir fans are going to love it. Teyla might seem a little OOC but that is because she is pregnant, hormonal and the closest I've ever been to a pregnancy is watching Pheobe and Rachel on Friends, plus it just begs it.

A/N Tinuviel Undomiel: Yes we have finally updated this story. Thie chapter took forever to write, but I really think you'll like it. Some of my favorite scene are in here. So grab some popcorn and hit the lights and let the ride begin.

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Chapter 2: Hormones and Bad Costumes

Six Months Later

Ronon walked into his room, Teyla was sitting on the bed surrounded by pampers and baby clothes. He raised and eyebrow, "What happened?"

Teyla laughed, "All the girls gave me a party, they called it a baby shower, and they gave us all of these presents for the baby." She gestured excitedly, "Look at this," She held up a sleeper, "isn't it adorable."

"It's pink," He said.

She gave him a look, "There are two blue ones if it's a boy."
He laughed, "It's great," He leaned over the bed and kissed her.

"Oh!" She exclaimed, "The baby is practicing its sparring."

"Let me feel," He placed his hand next to hers on her belly; He raised his eyebrows, "That's a good back hand kick."

She laughed, "Well it better be, it's been practicing all day."

"Good he'll be a good warrior someday,"

She looked at him, "He?"

"Or she," He corrected, Teyla smiled approvingly.

"Do you need anything?" Ronon asked.

"Yes I've been sitting her for an hour and I can't get up." He chuckled and easily pulled her to her feet.

"Anything else?"

"Actually I've been having a craving for Juri Juice."

"Ok, where do I need to get that?"

"Oh my father and I would have some when we were on Caluda."

Ronon was surprised, "Caluda? You mean it isn't here?'

"Well…no," She began, "Its okay I'll be fine." She looked at the floor sadly.

Ronon sighed, "Give me the address and I'll get you some." He walked out the door mutter to himself, "I really hate hormones."

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Why did I volunteer to do this again? John wondered to himself, Oh yeah I forgot to get a gift for the shower.

It had taken him all day to finish the nursery but it was finally done and darn good work if he said so himself.

"Hey," He said to Teyla when he came out.

She looked up from the baby clothes she was sorting, "Were you bitten by something again?" she asked.

"No, why?"

"Because you're three different colors."

John looked at himself in the mirror, he had light green paint all over his clothes, light yellow pain was splotched all over his arms and cream colored paint covered his face and hair.

"Just come and see it," He told her and guided her into the nursery.

The walls were painted a soft cream trimmed with green and yellow, the theme of the nursery was puppies. There were soft puppies every where, peaking between the bars in the crib, lined up on the windowsill, and staring down from the shelves. The sunlight filtered through the puppy covered curtains. The changing table sat against the wall all ready, the closet filled with tiny clothes.

"Pretty good huh?" he spoke, "I always knew watching too much Lethal Weapon would pay off."

Teyla wasn't listening, she was looking around the room with tears in her eyes, "It's so beautiful," She whispered and promptly started crying.

"Oh no, don't do that, don't cry," John begged, "Damnit Ronon's going to kill me." He raced out the door running smack into Ronon, "I didn't mean it, I just showed her the nursery and she started crying, see ya."

Ronon stared after John as he raced away, slightly confused and more than a little amused.

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"Hey Rodney," John called out to his friend as they both walked towards the pier.

"Hey, uh you do realize you're all multicolored," Rodney said.

"Yeah, I was fixing up the nursery and they paged me before I could get in the shower."

"You were fixing up the nursery!" Rodney repeated, "This isn't fair. Ronon's the father, you're fixing up the nursery; this is my pregnancy too!"

"Not it's not unless Teyla's not telling me something."

"Okay, well I'm their friend and I should do something for her," Rodney whined.

"Here's a clue," John said, "why don't you ask?"

Teyla and Ronon both stepped out of the transporter in front of them, "You got paged too?" Rodney asked.

"Yeah, apparently General O'Neill is here," Ronon said.

"Heard that myself," John said, "I wonder why."

Colonel Caldwell was already inside of the pier waiting for his flag team to arrive. The passengers and crew of the Daedalus were already stepping out of the ship and listening to instructions from the airmen.

General O'Neill, followed by a tall blonde woman, walked over to Caldwell and the team, "Pleasure seeing you again, General," Caldwell greeted.

"Like wise," O'Neill said and cracked a smiled, "What happened, Sheppard, you fall into a bucket of paint or three?"

"Just an after-work project."

"I'm sure you want to know why I'm here," Jack said, "I'm not here to bring you bad news again. This ravishing woman behind me is Dr. Stacey Wolff."

Stacey Wolff walked over beside the general and flashed them a smile. She certainly was beautiful, with straight blonde hair down to her shoulder and clear blue eyes. There was an air of classiness that surrounded her as well as the feeling that she knew how to be in charge. Nope, John wasn't fooled for a second.

"Dr. Wolff is a negotiator," Jack explained, "General Landry feels that you are having problems with diplomacy off-world. Dr. Wolff will take over that area from here."

"Well we are very glad to have you here," John told her.

"You're Colonel Sheppard, right?" Stacey said, "I've heard only good things."

"Thanks, I'm sure some of those are true."

She chuckled and then turned to Rodney, "I've heard of you as well, Dr. McKay."

"Oh yes, well I hope good things as well," Rodney said, "And might I say that you are very uh beautiful and what not."

"Uh, thanks," She replied, frowning in confusion. Her focus fell on Teyla now, "Teyla you're pregnant! I mean you're pregnant?"

"Yes I am Dr. Wolff."

"Well you look great, really. And you must be Ronon Dex from Sateda, right?"

Ronon nodded for her answer, but didn't say anything.

She frowned a little, "Okay, I'm looking forward to working with all of you."

"I'll show you around," Jack offered.

"That's okay, General, I'll do it," John said before Rodney could volunteer.

"Great," Jack said, "I'll see you later Dr. Wolff."

"Follow me ma'am," John said as he escorted her out of the pier, "Just out of curiosity, how many languages do you speak?"

"Five and I'm fluent in translating Ancient."

"You don't say," John grinned.

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"This is the Hologram Room," John informed her as they entered the room, "You push this button and you can view a hologram of the Ancients' war with the Wraith, or a woman will appear to answer your questions. Although on one occasion the hologram turned out to be the ascended Ancient Morgan Le Fey."

"How interesting," Stacey said as she looked around the room.

Without her knowledge, John mentally locked the door, "Can I say something off the record?"

"Sure Colonel."

"Well I love your look as a blonde, but I prefer you as a brunette," Before she could do anything, John whipped the wig off of her head.

"Hello Elizabeth."

"John Sheppard I am going to kill you!"

"How is that possible, I mean you are dead?"

"Oh! Give me that," she yanked the wig out of his hand and slammed it back over her head; "Jack said that you knew."

"He did, huh, well he failed to mention that you were coming here," John said, "What are you doing here anyways?"

"I heard that the Wraith attacks were becoming more frequent and I had to make sure Caldwell didn't destroy my city."

"So you thought you'd risk your life to make sure he didn't screw up?" John summed up, "That's a dumb reason."

"With you here it's and excellent reason, since apparently you have forgotten how to shower," Elizabeth replied, eyeing his paint smeared clothes and face.

"I was fixing up the nursery and I got a little messy," John explained.

"That's another thing Jack failed to mention, Teyla's pregnant?"

"So it's noticeable, huh?"

"How did she get pregnant?"

"Well according to Mrs. Wilkes' biology class, the female carries an egg and when a guy's sperm fertilizes…"

"John!" Elizabeth cut him off, "I don't need a trip back to high school. Did you get her pregnant?"

John looked at her with an expression of disbelief and horror, "What made you think that! Not only would she beat me up if I tried, but Ronon would kill me."

"She and Ronon?" Elizabeth asked, "Oh that's so great!" then she remembered something, "Crap, now that everyone thinks I'm dead I can't collect my bet from Rodney."

"You have a bet with Rodney?" John asked.

"Who doesn't?"

"Good point."

"So how did this happen?" Elizabeth inquired, "And I don't mean the baby, how did they get together?"

"Oh well that's a story."

"You mean they told you?"

"Are you kidding," John said, "I had a front row seat."

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-Flashback-

Teyla was exiting her room when Ronon walked right based her, a small cloth dotted with blood pressed to his temple.

"What happened?" She asked.

"It's just a scratch," he told her.

"You should see Dr. Beckett."

"No!" he protested, "McKay got a paper cut and is certain he has something called gangrene."

She sighed, "Alright, I have some things in my room for situations like this."

He looked at her confused, "Situations like what?"

"When Dr. McKay is in the infirmary and I need to go as well," She explained leading him into her room and sitting him onto her bed.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Just getting some antiseptic and a bandage."

"I hate that stuff."

She rolled her eyes, "Stop complaining, you went through surgery with out flinching."

"Yes well now I can."

She laughed, "Just hold still." He winced a little when she applied the antiseptic but was very quiet when she blew on the cut. She gently placed the bandage over the wound and something caught her eye.

"What happened here?" She asked fingering a jagged scar.

"Oh that, a piece of metal hit there in an explosion," He told her simply.

She raised an eyebrow, "That's serious."

"Serious? You want to see serious," He showed her a scar on the back of his arm, "Knife wound from a battle with a Tyesh warrior."

She scoffed at him, "You call that a knife wound?" She lifted her shirt revealing her smooth stomach and a scar on her side, "A Sieshan leader didn't like our negotiations; he twisted the knife three times."

"That's pretty good," He told her; he lifted his leg and revealed a small circular scar on his ankle, "Arrow from the prisoners."

She smiled, "I was there Ronon and that isn't very impressive." She pulled the sleeve of her shirt down a little to reveal a scar on her shoulder, "Genii strike force and things got messy."

He shrugged, "I've seen better," He lifted his shirt to reveal small scars on his chest.

"No, Wraith wounds from feeding don't count," She protested, "Under normal circumstances everyone else would be dead."

He laughed, "You're just upset because you don't have any thing better than that knife wound."

"Yes I do," She told him, "I've got something better," She lifted up her pant leg to reveal her slender calf. She pointed to a scar, "Fire lynx that we were hunting for two days came out of the bushes and grabbed on." She grasped his hand, "Feel that, you can still feel the teeth marks."

"Yeah," he said but his mind was busy processing how smooth her skin was.

"I got something for you," He said as he reached for the top of his pants.

"I'll take your word for it," She told him.

"Oh come on, it's a good one."
"I believe you," She said standing from the bed, "You win."

He looked at her strangely, realizing what was going on, "You're afraid, what are you afraid of?"

"I'm not afraid…" She began as he stood up and came right before her, so close she could feel his breath, "…of you."

"Then why are you trembling?" He asked, his fingertips gently caressing her cheeks.

She was certain he could hear her heart beating, "Because this moment frightens me."

He didn't say anything else; he brushed her lips with his as he drew her up against him to deepen the kiss. They molded perfectly together and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he lowered her to the bed, letting their passion consume them.

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"Hey Teyla have you see Ronon?" John asked as he waltzed right into Teyla's room just in time to see them break apart really quickly. Only a sheet covering the very obvious fact that they were naked.

"Obviously you've seen more of him than I have," He looked pointedly at the wall trying to hide a grin. He snuck a peak at their sheepish faces, "I'm just going to leave you two alone, don't mind me while I just go and…tell everyone I know."

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"Oh that's so sweet," Elizabeth cooed when John finished the story.

"Yeah, but they weren't happy when I caught them in a closet a week later and took a picture to show everyone."

"I can see why," Elizabeth replied.

"We had to sterilize all the closets after that."

"Okay, too much information."

John laughed, "Its good having you back."

Elizabeth nodded and smiled, "Yeah, I really missed you—and everyone else."

"I didn't think dead people could miss anyone," John replied. Elizabeth frowned at the bitterness in his voice, but before she could ask, John continued, "You know Rodney has a crush on your alias, Stacey Wolff."

"He does?"

"Yeah, you know when he calls a girl attractive and what not?"

"Yes," Elizabeth said.

"That's his version of flirting."

"No wonder he's single."

"Yeah," John agreed, "So I'm gonna set you up in the quarters next to mine…"

"What!" Elizabeth exclaimed, "John you can't do that. Everyone is going to think that you are attracted to me."

"What else is new?" John asked.

"No, John I'll be fine somewhere else."

"This is for you protection, Elizabeth."

"I can take care of myself."

"Yeah you did a real good job of that a year ago," John rolled his eyes.

Her eyes narrowed and she crossed her arms across her chest, "Excuse me?"

"Look you're not even armed."

Elizabeth propped her foot on a chair and pulled up her pant leg to show off the small gun strapped to her calf, "You were saying?"

"I'll concede to that, but what happens when you run out of bullets?" John asked.

"Then I'll use my self defense training."

"You took self defense?"

"Jack's idea," She replied.

"Alright, so you can protect yourself, but that doesn't mean you'll be safe on your own," John said, "I mean your disguise is pretty good, but you act too much like yourself. Get lost a few times, and forget names."

"I'll do that," Elizabeth said, thinking the conversation was over. She rubbed her eyes, "God, I hate these contacts."

John did too; he definitely liked her green eyes over the blue. "You're still moving next door to me."

"John!"

"I could talk to General O'Neill if you want, he might agree with you. I think there is and empty room next to Rodney's…"

"Oh God, please don't do that," she sighed, "Fine you win."

John smiled, "Glad to see you agree."

"What happens if someone else recognizes me?"

"Rodney won't look past your breasts, Teyla might figure it out, but I'll tell her its hormones. She might hate me after that, but that's my problem. Now Ronon won't look twice at you, so you don't have to worry about him."

"Oh well, that's a relief," Elizabeth said, "I'm gonna get my bags from the Daedalus. I'll see you later, okay?"

"Okay," John said and watched her leave. This was going to be hard pretending she was someone else. Why did this have to happen? He asked himself, why did she have to die?

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John walked into Rodney's lab, Teyla and Ronon were already in there ignoring Rodney who was complaining incessantly.

"I don't see how he was able to swoop in there and steal her right from under my nose…"

"Because you're you." Ronon stated simply. Teyla started having a fit from coughing, obviously trying to hide her laughter.

"Who are you talking about?" John asked.

"You know exactly who I am talking about Captain Kirk!" Rodney sputtered.

"I just showed her around Rodney," John said, "It's not my fault if women can't resist my charm."

"Elizabeth didn't," Rodney shot back.

"Not to your knowledge." He burst out laughing at their shocked faces.

"Oh you're terrible," Teyla yelled, she turned to Ronon, "I can't believe we decided to let HIM be the guardian."

"What?" John and Rodney asked at the same time.

Teyla realized what she had just said, she and Ronon exchanged looks before she continued, "We want you Colonel Sheppard to be the godfather of the baby if something were to happen to us, if you're willing."

John was genuinely shocked, "Of course I would."

"HEY!" Rodney exclaimed, "What about me, I can take care of kids!"

John scoffed, "Like the ones on M7G-677? Besides you can't pull of 'Make him an offer he can't refuse'." Teyla and Ronon both looked at him confused, "It's from a movie called The Godfather," John explained.

"I don't care," Rodney whined, "I'm your friend too, I should be involved in this pregnancy as much as you!"

"If you really want to help me Dr. McKay," Teyla began, "there is something you can do…"

"Breath in, and out." The voice from the Lamaze video spoke as Teyla and a grumbling Rodney copied the instructor.

"You're not even from earth, why are you doing this?" Rodney asked begging for an excuse to leave.

"Dr. Beckett said it would be good for the baby," Teyla explained, "Besides I am not ignorant to the fact that you're people are more medically inclined than mine."

"Well why isn't Ronon here, he is the father!"

"Ronon said that it was too feminine for his tastes," She smiled, "but he said you were perfect for it."

Rodney glared as the instructor on the tape continued, "Now imagine your vagina is opening like a flower." Rodney groaned.

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Elizabeth was going through a recent report from Arigona in the Media Room when Teyla walked in. "Oh, I'm sorry Dr. Wolff," she apologized.

"No come on in, and you can call me Stacey," Elizabeth said, "I didn't feel like unpacking my room and this was the only place open for my work, but was there anything you need here?"

"Well I was going to watch a pregnancy video, but if you're busy…"

"Oh no please stay, I haven't seen you…ever and I want to get to know you."

Teyla smiled, "Very well."

While Teyla took a seat on the sofa next to her, Elizabeth commented, "Colonel Sheppard told me how you and Ronon got together. I thought it was so romantic."

"Thank you."

"Can you tell me about your wedding? I'm dying to know about it."

Teyla looked at her hands folded across her bulging belly, "Uh, we're not married."

"Oh, why not?"

"You see, Ronon used to be married, but she died when Sateda was destroyed."

"I never knew he was married," Elizabeth said, and then quickly corrected, "I mean no one ever told me."

"Not many people know."

"I understand," Elizabeth said. Her old friend looked at her quizzically, making her nervous, "I'm going to the Mess Hall for lunch; do you need anything?"
"Can I say something?" Teyla asked, "This is going to sound odd, but you remind me of Dr. Weir."

Elizabeth swallowed back her panic "Really? That's so nice. I, uh, always admired her and I was so…sad when I heard of the accident," She eyed the door, her only means of escape, "I've got to go, I'll catch you later though."

Teyla frowned as Stacey practically raced out of the room. She put on the movie but found it difficult to pay attention. Could it be her? I know General O'Neill said she was dead, but what if it was a mistake?

"Teyla!" John's voice called her out of her thoughts.

"Yes Colonel?" she asked.

"I called your name three timed already, what were you thinking about?"

"Dr. Wolff," she answered.

John blinked in confusion, "Okay, is this pregnancy turning you into a lesbian?"

"What's a lesbian?"

"Never mind," John said, "So why are you thinking about Dr. Wolff?"

"I know this is going to sound crazy, but is it possible that Dr. Weir didn't die?" Teyla asked, "And that she is pretending to be Dr. Wolff for some reason?"

Damn, how'd she figure it out so fast? He replied quickly, "Uh, that's impossible, Teyla, she's dead. I mean there is no way she is alive. I'm sure it's just the pregnancy hormones that are making you think that."

Her face crumbled, "That's so mean!" she sobbed.

"Oh no, no, no, no," John stammered, "Please don't cry."

That made her cry even harder.

"Uh, can I get you something, anything, to make you stop crying?"

Teyla sniffled, "A piece of chocolate cake would be nice."

"Chocolate cake coming right up," John assured her as he bolted from the room.

In the Mess Hall, Elizabeth had just picked up the last piece of chocolate cake and set it on her tray. She had only just taken a seat when John came up beside her, "You have to give me that cake."

"Why, is it a life or death matter?" Elizabeth joked at the desperation in his tone.

"Yes, if I don't give it to Teyla, Ronon will kill me and I'm too cute to die."

"Why would Ronon kill you?" Elizabeth asked.

"I made her cry."

"You made her cry!"

"She was asking if you were you so I had to tell her that she was wrong when she was actually right so you see the problem," John said, "Now give me the cake."

A smile appeared on her lips, "How about I give her the cake since you made her cry."

"No, I have to give her the cake so she won't hate me and then tell Ronon that I made her cry," John explained.

"Well, I don't have to give it to you."

"A compromise, we'll both give her the cake," John suggested, ending her little game.

Elizabeth smiled, "Sounds fair."

"Of course, Teyla probably won't be hungry for cake once we get there," John commented as the left the Mess Hall.

"Sure she will," Elizabeth replied, "I'm sure her hormones aren't that bad."

John smiled and shook his head, "You are so naïve, this is going to be funny."

When both of them returned to the Media Room, they found Teyla surrounded by an ocean of tissues.

"Colonel Sheppard told me you wanted some cake, Teyla," Elizabeth handed her the plate; "I hope you feel better."

"Oh that is so kind of you," Teyla said and accepted the dessert. After looking at it for a second she returned the cake to her, "I don't feel like cake anymore, but thank you Dr. Wolff."

John started laughing like a lunatic as Elizabeth stared in shock while Teyla left the room. "I…told…you so," he gasped out between chuckles. Since he continued to laugh at her, and her pride demanded retribution, Elizabeth had no choice but to slam the cake into his handsome face.

John stopped laughing and stared at her with chocolate covered cheeks and nose, "Now that was funny," She said and walked with dignity out of the room.

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A few hours later it was dinner time and Ronon and John were in the mess hall, after a total number of seven people came up to ask how Teyla was doing, John decided to ask something that had been on his mind.

"Hey can I ask you something that… well… a lot of us have been wondering, you and Teyla, you're in love, you live together, and you're having a baby for God's sakes, so why aren't you getting married?"

"Is it a problem?" Ronon asked clearly uncomfortable.

"No it's just usually in situations like yours people get married."

Ronon sighed, "I know its just hat, you know I was married before and it was…it was great. I love Teyla, I do…I just don't want to ruin Melayna's memory." Ronon explained.

"Well have you talked to Teyla about it?" John asked.

"No… and I should…I just haven't yet."

John nodded his understanding; he looked up to see Teyla and Rodney heading their way, "Speaking of Teyla."

"Hey," Ronon said getting up, "Here let me help you," He helped Teyla into her chair.

"So Teyla that is you what fifth meal of the day?" John asked playfully.

Teyla glared at him, "I pity the woman who becomes your wife."

"Uh Teyla," Rodney interrupted, "You never answered my question."

"I believe I did twice," Teyla explained, "We are not naming the baby Rodney." She turned to the guys, "Help me please."

"She is absolutely right," John said, "Now the name John on the other hand is strong, masculine right?"

"No," Ronon stated simply.

"Aw come on," John protested.

Teyla rolled her eyes, "Ronon I've made a decision, we are having a girl that way there is no dispute over the name."

"Oh you have a name picked out for a girl?" John asked.

Teyla and Ronon looked at each other before Teyla answered, "Actually if it's a girl we want to name the baby Elizabeth."

They were all silent for a moment before John said, "That sounds perfect." He watched as Elizabeth decked out as Stacey Wolff walked past, his eye followed her as he said, "Because she died."

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The next day Stacey/Elizabeth was busy unpacking boxes; she looked up and was surprised to see Teyla in the doorway.

"Hi," She said, "I just wanted to see if you need help getting settled."

"Sure," Stacey/Elizabeth told her, "I don't mean to pry but why do you want to help?"

Teyla smiled as she began taking various items out of boxes, "Well no one will let me do anything unless it has something to do with pregnancy, I'm very bored, and for some reason I feel very close to you."

Stacey/Elizabeth froze, she turned and smiled sweetly at Teyla, "That's so sweet."
They both were silent for several minutes, Stacey/Elizabeth turned to see Teyla trying to lift a box, "No! I'll do that." She rushed over and grabbed the box.

Teyla sighed, "You're as bad as everyone else."

She laughed, "For a good reason."

Teyla caught Stacey/Elizabeth staring at her strangely, "What is it?"

"I just…I can't believe you're pregnant." She explained.

Teyla smiled, "I couldn't believe it either, I actually couldn't tell Ronon when I first found out."

"Why?"

Teyla shrugged, "I was afraid of what he would say, but I was more afraid of the changes the baby would bring," Teyla laughed softly, "Colonel Sheppard was the one who told him, he found my sonogram and told everyone. Ronon wasn't happy but he helped me see I just being silly."

"Do you have any names picked out"? Stacey/Elizabeth asked.

"Only one, if it's a girl we want to name her Elizabeth."

She dropped the book she was holding, "You want to name the baby after me…I mean Dr. Weir."

Teyla nodded, "Dr. Weir and I were very close, it was very hard for me when she died." Teyla smiled sadly, "If she were still alive, I would make her my baby's godmother."

Elizabeth was shocked, "Really? I…I mean I'm sure she would have been honored."

"Thank you," Teyla said. She reached to open a box that was resting near the closet.

"No!" Stacey/Elizabeth jumped up, "I'll get that, why don't you…uh…put away these clothes."

Teyla agreed without protest. Elizabeth sighed in relief If Teyla had opened the box she would have seen the jar John had given her, pictures and other things that would have ended her disguise real quick.

A part of Elizabeth wished Teyla would leave. She was afraid that Teyla would find something that would cause her to figure the whole scheme out. But a larger part of her wanted Teyla to stay, she had missed so much over the past year and having Teyla here helped ease her loneliness.

She snapped out of her thoughts when she heard Teyla gasp. She looked up to see Teyla pressing a hand to her stomach.

"What's wrong?" Stacey/Elizabeth asked concerned.

"I don't know, I just felt something liked a contraction." She turned to Stacey/Elizabeth, "But the baby isn't due for two months!"

"It's ok," She said, "let's get you to the infirmary and everything will be fine."

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Ronon came running into the infirmary not caring who he knocked over.

"Where is she! Is everything ok!"

"I'm here," Teyla called out from one to the beds, "it's alright," She told him, "I just had false labor that's all."

"False labor?"

"Carson said it sometimes happens and there's nothing to worry about." She reassured him, "I'm fine, the baby's fine, so don't worry."

"Alright," He told her breathing a sigh of relief, "I just…I don't want to lose either of you."

"I know," She smiled, "Now help me up; I'm tired of this bed." He pulled her to her feet, "I tell you," She said, "I'm read for this baby to come out."

He smiled but grew somber, "I was talking to Sheppard yesterday and well… you and I, we never talked about getting married."

Teyla froze, "You want to get married?"

Ronon shrugged, "Do you?'

She looked at him critically, "You don't do you?" He shook his head slowly, she smiled, "neither do I"

"Oh, that's great then." He told her.

"Yes it is," She agreed aloud but inside she thought, except it's a lie.

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A knock on the door disturbed Elizabeth from her quiet book reading. Quickly, she piled her dark curls on top of her head and put on her blonde wig; she could only hope no one would notice that her eyes were green instead of blue.

She opened the door to fine John standing on the other side, "What are you doing here?"

"Consider it a house warming," He replied. His fingers found a sprig of her hair peaking out of her wig, "Hair trouble?"

"I wasn't expecting guests at 11:30 at night."

"Sorry," he apologized as he invited himself into her room, "I wanted to check for bugs."

Elizabeth look at him in alarm, "Bugs!"

John chuckled, "Not those kinds of bugs. I want to make sure our mole hasn't discovered you yet and isn't spying on you."

"Aren't you acting just a little paranoid?" Elizabeth questioned, "I just got here today."

"I figured it out easy enough."

"You knew I was alive."

John crossed his arms, "Elizabeth, please."

Giving in, she let out a long sigh of defeat, "Fine." Elizabeth sat down on the edge of her bed while John poked around the room for hidden cameras and microphones.

When he came to the closet, he stopped to look at an open box on the floor, "What's this?" he asked as he brought it out for inspection.

"Things from my past life," she replied.

"I didn't think dead people kept mementos."

"Would you please stop referring to me as dead?" she pleaded, "You know very well I'm alive."

John looked at her square in the eye, "I didn't think the dearly departed cared about that."

Elizabeth would have thought he was teasing her, except that bitterness she sensed every time they were along hung off of every word. She wanted to question him about his obvious resentment for her, but he'd already taken an interest in the box.

The first thing he pulled out was her uniform jacket that was decorated with the standard Atlantis Expedition patches and her name in the front pocket. Beneath it was several pictures of the city, as well as one of himself and his team. One item caught his eye and he drew it out for a closer examination, "I remember when I gave you this," he said while his fingers roamed the smooth surface of the Athosian jar.

"So do I," she said, "I still haven't figured out how you knew when my birthday was."

"My lips are sealed," John said with a smile and gathered all the stuff back in the box and replaced it in the closet.

He continued to investigate every nook and cranny in her quarters while Elizabeth hovered over him to see exactly what he was doing. While he searched the window pane, two tine puncture scars on his neck caught her attention. Without thinking, she gently brushed them with her fingertips.

"Are you trying to check my pulse?" John asked.

"No, I, uh, saw those scars and I…I…" Elizabeth drifted off.

"Yeah I remember that too," John said, "Worst 38 minutes of my life and that's for sure."

Elizabeth nodded, "That's when you wanted to tell me something important."

"Take care of each other," John answered.

"Yes." Elizabeth bit her lip nervously, "Was that what you were really going to say?"

That question made John suddenly aware that he was in her bedroom a foot away from her bed and that she was wearing thin pajamas with a spaghetti strapped top that revealed every tantalizing curve of her body. He swallowed hard, unsure of what to say. Should he lie again, or should he expose himself to her now?

"Your room's clean," he said instead and moved past her towards the exit. He paused at the doorway, "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," she replied, not even turning to look at him.

It's ironic really, John thought as he walked into his own quarters, you'd think her return from the dead would change things, but you're still playing the same game.

TBC

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