Author's Note: I just couldn't resist writing this one after "Search and Rescue" :D
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Streaks of light found their way through Teyla''s windows to cast bright beams of light on her deeply tanned face. Squeezing her eyes closed, she rolled over to put her face into shadow; then smiled as the early morning light showed off her son's peaceful face. He was finally asleep, after hours of screaming from a nightmare that Teyla could not calm him down from. He had ignored the touch of her mind until about four am; he had chosen dawn to finally drift into sleep. Teyla had dozed off about an hour and a half later; but sunrise had awakened her at six. Now, as she gazed at his sleeping face, she felt as rested as if she'd been sleeping for a week. His tiny mouth made sucking motions at the air; he was hungry, but too tired to wake up to eat. She decided to give him just a few more minutes.
'He is so beautiful,' she thought to herself. 'And so like his father...' that thought made her sad. She'd known Kanaan nearly all her life; they'd promised themselves to each other so completely that in Athosian custom they had been married long before they'd made her son. Michael should never have come to New Athos; She didn't know what they'd taken from him; but she had personally tried to help him, and had protested his "humanization" again and again. He had no right to take away her people, her life... her love. Kanaan was still healing; he didn't deserve the pain!
Her sudden change of mood must have projected on her son, because he began to stir in his sleep and moaned softly. She picked him up and touched his mind until she calmed him again. She caressed his cheek, still amazed at this tiny life that she had helped to create. Toran-John. The legacy of her people. She didn't understand everything about him, or what role he would end up playing in the years to come. But she still fully believed what she'd said to John, that first day of her son's life.
Toran-John opened his eyes and looked straight into hers, and smiled eagerly, recognizing his Mama. His tiny hands reached up to play with her hair, and her smile widened at the wonder of it all. As she settled down to feed him, her mind went back to that moment in the infirmary.
Like she'd said, he was perfectly everything.
Fin.