Discaimer: Don't own Stargate, wish we did.
A/N Nerwen Aldarion: I was soooo happy about the reviews, I'm glad that you all like this story and I know things might be a little confusing but this chapter should clear it all up. This chapter is ALL flash backs starting from eighteen years ago to a couple years before the story takes place and should help you understand where everything is going on. I based this off of how I'll Take Manhatten explained the story, setting the scene then explaining what happend. So I hope you all enjoy, next chapter is one of my favorites.
A/N Tinuviel Undomiel: This chap you'll finally learn how John and Elizabeth know each other and get to see her before her marriage to Silas. I hope all of you enjoy this.
Chapter 2: Revisiting the Past
18 Years Ago
Ranusha was a planet distant enough from the Latorian headquarters for it to be safe enough away for most of the leaders to raise there families there. The small playground outside of the school was buzzing with the children of these leaders and other prominent figures.
"My Dad is leaving on a mission tonight," Elizabeth said as she climbed onto the swing beside her friend Teyla.
"Mine is leaving tomorrow," Teyla said.
"If you want you can stay at my house tonight," her friend offered, "Raina will be there to take care of us."
"That sounds like fun."
"And we can…" Elizabeth stopped when she heard a commotion on the other side of playground. Two ten year old boys who were collecting ants for an ant farm were shouting at an older boy who had disrupted their fun. "Hey he can't do that!" She leapt from her swing and ran over to the boys.
"Elizabeth, you can't even spar with sticks how are you going to stand up to a fourteen year old boy!" Teyla called after her friend as she took off after her.
"Stop that, please!" Rodney McKay begged.
"That was a present from my uncle," Peter Grodin protested as the older boy smashed the farm into the dirt.
"Leave them alone!" Elizabeth shouted as she came to their rescue.
The boy looked up and walked over to her so she could see just how small she was compared to him, "What do you think you are doing?"
"You can't pick on someone simply because you are older," she continued, "That makes you a bully."
"A bully," the boy grinned, "Is that your best insult?"
"How about rude, conceited, cruel, disdainful bastard?"
Teyla and the other two boys gasped at her words, "Oh I can't watch," Rodney ducked behind his hands.'
Instead he smiled, "What's your name, kid?"
She frowned, "Elizabeth Weir."
"Well, Elizabeth, where did you learn those words?"
"My father is an operative and I've met some of his partners."
"And how old are you?" he asked.
"Eight."
"You got guts sticking up to someone like me," he complimented, "Are you planning on following in daddy's footsteps?"
"And if I am, are you saying I can't do it?" she inquired.
"No, I'm just saying if you attacked a Berakin with that attitude you'd win every time."
"Oh," she said and looked down at her feet, "You still shouldn't pick on us like that."
"Tell you what, squirt, since you're so damn heroic I'll leave your friends alone," he told her and turned to leave but paused, "Name's John Sheppard by the way."
"Why do I care about your name?"
"So you send the love letters to the right house," he teased before walking away. At eight years old, Elizabeth Weir swore to hate John Sheppard for all eternity.
8 Years Later
Tughan Emmagen and Samuel Weir took up an entire table at the mess hall, filled with papers and mission. They spoke among themselves remarking on the new recruits, "That O'Neill looks good," and, "Carter handled that one well." They barely noticed when Catherine Langford walked up to them.
"Tughan, Sam, how are you?"
They jumped as if they had been shot, once they saw it was only their friend they replied with a 'fine' and bent their heads back over their work. Catherine smiled, "And your daughters?" Again a simple fine, "They are sixteen now aren't they?"
Tughan nodded, "Teyla is turning seventeen in two months."
"And Elizabeth soon after," Sam replied.
"They're staying at your homes on Ranusha are they not?" They both nodded their heads. Catherine smiled, hiding her annoyance, how could two grown men not see what she was trying to tell them, "So you left your young sixteen year old girls at home unsupervised?"
"Elizabeth and Teyla are quite mature and Elizabeth's maid Raina is there as well," Sam assured her picking up another report.
"Still sixteen…such a wild age, full of late nights…breaking rules…boys…"
"Boys?!" Both men exclaimed at the same time.
Catherine nodded, now they get it, "Yes boys who will try anything they can to get close to innocent girls unsupervised, boys that will not consider feelings, boys that will break their tender hearts…"
"Boys?!!!" They exclaimed again.
"Yes," Catherine said before walking off, "But your girls are mature I'm sure they will be fine…alone."
"Boys!!!!"
"So your father dragged you here too?" Elizabeth Weir asked her friend, her long curly brown hair framing her lovely face.
"Yeah, he said that I need to be supervised and then mumbled something about boys," Sixteen year old Teyla Emmagen straightened herself up and rolled her chocolate brown eyes, "So now we are both stuck working for the secretaries."
"I know can you spell boring?"
Teyla laughed, "How about unfair?"
"I have to run these by General Hammond," Elizabeth told her holding up a mountain of files.
"Good for you, I still have to finish alphabetizing these," Teyla pointed to the file cabinet behind her.
"Have fun," Elizabeth said dryly before leaving her friend alone.
Teyla sighed at the task before her and opened the bottom drawer grimacing at the mess. An hour later she was still working at the cabinet and was now muttering curses under her breath.
"You work here?" A gruff voice behind her asked.
She rolled her eyes, "No I just…" She stopped speechless. There before her was an Adonis with sparkling green eyes and a body meant for sin. He smiled at her making her hear skip a beat, "Hi…" was all she could say.
He raised an eyebrow, "You were saying?"
She blinked, "What?"
He laughed, "What's your name?"
"T…Teyla," She stammered out mentally kicking herself for acting like a dolt.
"Aren't you a little young to be working here?"
"I'm eighteen," She lied convincingly no way would she tell a guy this good looking that she was technically still a child at least in her father's sense of the word.
He nodded obviously pleased, "I'm Ronon Dex."
"You're a new operative," She said and grabbed a report, "You went to Sarla."
Ronon laughed again, "Yeah I did."
Teyla looked down at the floor, "I don't usually act this foolish."
He used his forefinger to gently raiser her head under her chin, his thumb caressed her cheek causing shivers up and down her spine, "I'll tell you what, why don't I meet you here around six and we can discuss this other side of you?"
Teyla nodded, she was barely breathing, it was a sin to be so handsome.
"I'll see you later," he smiled and left her staring after him. This time she hummed a little while she worked.
Elizabeth headed back to the office early from passing out files. Over the last couple of days Teyla had been acting strangely and Elizabeth pondered this.
Teyla no longer complained about the job they were stuck with and in fact seemed to look forward to it in the mornings. She had also started breaking off engagements with Elizabeth and more and more she found herself wondering where her friend was.
She rounded the corner and entered the office and suddenly all her questions were answered.
Teyla was wrapped up in the arms of a younger operative laying a very hot and heavy kiss on said man. In other words her friend was making out with a strange man!
Elizabeth did the polite thing, she cleared her throat loudly and the two sinners quickly got their tongues out of each other's mouths and untangled their limbs. Ronon took one look at the woman with a very cold stare and figured that he should leave them alone. He told Teyla he'd see her later and excused himself.
"Are you insane?!" Elizabeth exclaimed once he was gone.
"Quite possibly," Teyla admitted.
"He's an operative; he's way older than you and is probably interested in one thing."
"He isn't like that!" Teyla defended him, "Ronon is sweet."
For some reason Elizabeth doubted that the six foot five man that could squish her like a bug could be defined as sweet. "Well isn't he robbing the cradle a little?"
"Technically no," Teyla explained, "Because I told him that I was eighteen."
"TEYLA!!!"
"I know, I know, but I panicked I mean have you seen him?" She stared off, "He's the most gorgeous guy I've ever see."
"That's because you're sixteen and haven't seen that many guys."
"I'll be seventeen in a couple months." Teyla reminded her.
"You're going to be in trouble if you keep this up."
"I know," Teyla said wistfully, "But I just can't help myself."
Elizabeth was right; Teyla was heading for trouble which is why they found themselves a week after Teyla's seventeenth birthday staring at a piece of plastic on the table.
"Teyla it's the third test." Elizabeth told her.
"I know," Teyla said her chin resting in her hands a blatant gesture of defeat.
"Teyla it's the same answer."
"I know."
"Teyla you're pregnant."
"I know," she groaned, "How could this happen?"
"Well you know how better than I do," Elizabeth said. Teyla glared at her.
"My father is going to kill me."
Elizabeth sighed, "Maybe it's not so bad…everything will work itself out."
"Thanks for lying."
"No problem."
Teyla thought her father just might have a stroke when she told him about her pregnancy. Ronon had a similar reaction. But it was soon decided that the wrongs would be righted so they married.
Seven months after the wedding Ashta Caldora Dex was born a healthy beautiful baby with a very good set of lungs in which she used frequently.
At first the coming of the baby changed little in Ronon and Teyla's marriage but eventually the difference in their characters and an infant on top of it all began to tear their fragile relationship apart. They denied that it was happening but denial could only go for so long…
One evening Ronon came back from a mission, he was heading out again tomorrow but he wanted to see his daughter.
He walked in to find the baby screaming, the apartment a mess and Teyla frantic. "She's been crying for hours I've tried everything I've fed her, changed her but nothing works."
"Is she sick?"
Teyla shook her head, "She isn't running a temperature."
He looked around the apartment, "Why didn't you clean up?"
"I told you she's been crying I've been trying to make her stop."
Ronon didn't say anything just sighed, "I have to leave again tomorrow."
"But you just got back."
"I'm sorry Teyla there's a war going on." He said sarcastically.
"Ronon I need you here I can't take care of her alone, not like this." She slowly sat down on the couch as her tears fell, "I haven't slept in a week."
"Then you should've had time to clean," Ronon remarked icily.
She glared at him angrily, "You're never here how would you know what I do or do not have time for."
"Damnit Teyla she's your daughter you should be able to take care of her."
"She's yours too you should be able to help."
"I have a job to do!"
"I know it's called being a father!"
They paused in their argument the anger crackling in the air; it seemed to do that a lot lately. Ronon looked at her he could see her exhaustion, the baby was still crying but they were too busy arguing to see about her. Something needed to change, "This isn't working."
"What isn't?" She asked softly.
"This, you, me, marriage, it isn't working." He said numbly.
Teyla stared ahead, "Are you saying that you want out?"
Ronon was silent for a moment, "Yeah I think I do."
Teyla remained silent her face showed no emotion. She didn't even look at him, "Go then I'll have your things prepared when you get back from your mission."
He stared at her willing her to turn around to acknowledge him or to at least show some for of emotion but she did neither. He finally walked out the door.
Teyla remained on the sofa staring ahead until she was sure he was gone. Then she stood up slowly and walked to the baby's room. Her daughter was still crooning; Teyla gently picked her up and laid down on her bed. "Your father's gone," She breathed in the baby's fuzzy hair, "So you can cry all you want as long as I can cry with you."
Ashta finally stopped crying to let her mother sob.
The divorce went by quickly Ronon and Teyla agreed to share custody of Ashta and soon the papers were signed and Teyla was officially a divorced mother at barely eighteen.
She had moved back to her father's house, Elizabeth visited as often as her father would let her, but Teyla knew her living situation could only be temporary.
One evening she sat up in her bed her little daughter laying on her chest, Teyla breathed in her milky scent.
What was she going to do with her life? She couldn't stay at her father's forever and going to Ronon was not an option. What should she do? Getting a job was a must but being a single mother wouldn't look good on a résumé.
She didn't want to ask her father for help but if she did she would probably end up working for the Latorians. The thought of that wasn't a bad idea, she had always wanted to be an operative and she did have the training. But being an operative would take considerable time away from her but perhaps she could work something out with Ronon? Yes that seemed to be the best thing. Now she had a plan.
She kissed the top of Ashta's head, "Everything is going to be fine now baby, everything is going to be fine."
A week later Teyla was officially signed on as a new operative and Ashta was along for the ride. Perhaps her daughter was the reason she was given the job so quickly, Samantha Carter was the one interviewed her and she couldn't get enough of little Ashta.
It was either that or the fact that they needed new operatives that could fight; Teyla sincerely hoped it was the second one.
She was supposed to shadow Laura Cadman and Marcus Lorne, two other operatives that were partners. Teyla had been told that there were probably in Rodney McKay's lab, apparently they spent a lot of time there.
"Okay so I heard that Emily Dresher is sleeping with Grayson Baker." A woman with reddish hair Teyla guess was Laura told three other men.
"But she's engaged to Ryan Wylie!" The man with dark brown hair almost black said.
"I know!" The woman exclaimed.
"Why do all three of you have to come and throw a gossip party in my lab," The annoyed one said glaring at all three of them.
"Oh you know you love it Rodney," Laura said grinning.
"Oh I love having my workspace taken up with all you…"
"I believe we have a visitor," The third man said with a heavy accent.
The remaining three turned around and finally caught sight of Teyla with her baby in a carrier. "Hi," She said nervously, "I'm Teyla Emmagen…they said I would find Laura Cadman and Marcus Lorne here."
"Oh yeah, you're the new recruit," The woman said, "I'm Laura and this is my partner Marcus," She pointed at the scientists, "This is Rodney," And this she patted the last guy on his arm lovingly, "And this is Carson Beckett."
"You're from Ranusha aren't you?" Rodney asked.
"I was born on Athos actually but yes I grew up on Ranusha."
"You're Tughan's daughter, the one that just got divor…ow!" Rodney exclaimed as Laura elbowed him.
"Now is not the time to start loving gossip," She hissed.
"It's alright," Teyla assured them, "I know it's everywhere."
"So it's true that you got pregnant, married and divorced all in a year?!" Rodney asked he saw the crushed look on her face, "Yeah I'll go back to hating gossip now."
"You have a baby?!" Laura exclaimed as she finally caught sight of the carrier, "Can I see?!" She rushed over and pulled the baby out of the carrier, she then proceeded to make little cutesy noises.
Marcus looked at the scene, "Why is it that women go all loopy when they see a baby?"
"I have no idea," Carson admitted.
"What's her name?" Laura asked in between making cooing numbers.
"Ashta," Teyla told her.
"Oh that's so pretty."
"Thank you."
"Why don't we stop going gaga over the baby now?" Lorne said, "I guess you're supposed to come with us on a few missions so you can learn the ropes. Can you fight well?"
"Define well."
"Could you take me down?"
"Easily," was all she said.
He grinned, "You'll fit in just fine.
5Years Later
Life as a smuggler had its ups and downs. The ups included harrowing adventure, rich treasures, and lots and lots of women.
The downs included sometimes needing a place to crash. Luckily for John he had many friends scattered throughout the galaxy he could stay with but none so often as Ronon Dex.
They had met on Maridal, John was trying to steal weapons from the Berakins and Ronon was trying to steal information. Both of them had been caught and stuck in the same cell neither wanted to be there. One fabulously dangerous escape that involved more than one shoot out and they were best friends and had been for two years now. So John felt perfectly fine begging Ronon for his sofa.
He opened the door soon after John's knock, "What are you doing here?"
"I stole the Terishan crown jewels will you hide them for me?"
"What?" Ronon asked confused.
"It's called a joke can you let me in now?"
"You can't come in," Ronon told him.
"Why not I do it all the time?" John asked then realization hit him, "Oh you have a girl in there."
"No…well yes but it's not what you think," Ronon explained, "She's five."
John was a little surprised, "Ok I didn't know you were that way!"
"What?! No!" Ronon exclaimed disgusted, "She's my daughter."
"Oh so you do have a girl in there," John said relieved, "I've used that excuse myself."
"Not an excuse my daughter is really here."
John scoffed at him, "Yeah right all I know is that I have to meet this girl," and he forced his way in only to find to his surprise that there really was a little girl with light brown hair and big green eyes, "You have a daughter!"
"That is what I said."
"You…have a daughter!"
"I've known this for some time Sheppard."
"I know it's just…I've known you for what two years now and you never told me this." John explained.
The little girl was still staring at him, "Who are you?" she asked softly.
"I…I'm a good friend of your…daddy's, is that right?" John asked turning to Ronon who just sighed.
"Ok I'm Ashta," She said turning away back to her program.
"So is there a wife you're hiding around here?" John asked looking around as it searching.
"Not anymore," Ronon admitted.
"Divorced?"
"Yeah."
"Oh," John didn't know what else to say, "So do I know her?"
Ronon shook his head, "I doubt it, her name is Teyla…"
"Emmagen?!" John asked shocked.
"Yeah how did you know that?"
John collapsed on the couch laughing, "And I thought galaxies were supposed to be big."
"Tell me how you know my ex wife." Ronon said annoyed.
"I grew up with her and her friend Elizabeth, we lost touch but I still run into them from time to time," John explained and laughed again, "I cannot believe you are the womanizing operative that seduced Teyla when she was sixteen."
"She lied to me!"
"Doesn't change the fact that you got her pregnant."
Ronon rolled his eyes, "I don't want to talk about this and you have to leave."
"But I want to get to know Teyla's love child."
"Go now!"
John laughed his way out the door.
On Ranusha, Elizabeth was shopping in the local market when she got the distinct impression that she was being followed. Everywhere she went she kept seeing this guy a few feet behind her, acting like he belonged. Deciding to test this theory, she walked into a lingerie store—which she had never been inside before in her life—and pretended to browse around. Sure enough, he walked in a few minutes behind.
"Oh that is it!" she declared and shoved him back into the street, "Who the hell are you and why are you stalking me?!"
"So you lured me into that store on purpose," he commented, "sneaky."
"Answer the question," she demanded.
"I can see you don't remember me," the man said with a smile, "Don't worry, I'll hide the pain."
"Oh very cute, who are you?!"
"John Sheppard," he stuck out a hand.
She took a step back to take a better look at him. Now she could see the familiar features she remembered. The dark brown hair, piercing eyes and arms that made a woman beg to have them wrapped around her. "Oh, you."
"Well aren't you enthusiastic," he said wryly.
"I'm sorry I don't usually jump for joy when my worst enemy comes charging back into my life," Elizabeth replied as she tried to push her way past him.
"Oh so you've been pining for me."
"More like dreaming of a thousand different ways to murder you and get away with it," She continued her way down the street and he followed, "Why are you following me?"
"Okay I confess, I'm hopelessly in love with you and I can't stop thinking about you every night."
"So you're just bored," she said, "Find a willing woman to annoy."
"Willing women are to easy," John said, "sometimes I like to convince them."
"You mean seduce."
"Well if you want to put a label on it."
"What are you doing here, besides trying to steal a young girl's innocence?" she asked.
"My father's sick."
"Oh so you are actually chivalrous, I'm surprised."
"I have my moments."
She looked him in the eye and said, "Go away."
Elizabeth made it a few feet before his next statement made her turn around, "For an innocent girl you sure hang out with some scandalous friends."
She whirled around to face him, "What is that supposed to mean?"
He grinned, "I saw Teyla's daughter."
"She let you see Ashta?"
"I didn't say that," he explained, "I'm friends with Ronon."
"And I thought it was impossible for you to sink even lower in my sights," she commented and kept on walking.
"At least let me walk you home," he said.
"Not on your life!"
Instead of going away like a normal, snubbed person, John kept trailing her all the way to her home. "Why are you still following me?"
He grinned, "I like the view." She opened the front door, walked inside and slammed it in his face.
That evening, she took her favorite book and walked outside to the garden and sat down on the bench resting underneath the blossoming cherry tree. "What are you reading?"
Elizabeth was so startled she dropped her book onto the ground, "What the hell are you doing here?!"
"Admiring your garden."
"You broke into my house!"
"Technically I just scaled the garden wall," John defended.
"Get out of here before my father gets home," she said.
"Oh so you're afraid that you're father will see us together and force us to marry?"
"No, I'm afraid my father will see you and pound you into the dust!"
"So you care about my face," John teased, "I knew you loved me."
She sighed and sat back down on the bench, "Why are you doing this?"
"Because I find it amusing."
"You find the fact I abhor you amusing?"
"No," he sat down beside her, "I find the fact that you are intensely attracted to me and pretend you aren't amusing."
"Oh now that is…that is…" She trailed off as she tried to find the right word, "I'm not attracted to you!"
He smiled, "Liar."
"You're just so full of yourself aren't you?!" she declared, "You think that every girl is begging for your kiss and wants you to hold her, well not…" Before she could finish John pulled her in for a kiss.
She should have pushed him away and told him to leave but for some strange reason she didn't want to. She'd been kissed by men before, but all of them were men her father approved and this kiss was different. Emotions she'd never felt before swirled inside of her and made her heart pound within her chest. Then he pulled her in closer so his tongue could push her lips apart and explore her sweet mouth. Her hands had a life of their own and threaded through his soft hair. She never wanted this kiss to end.
"Elizabeth what are you doing?!"
And then it did.
"Dad," she gasped and pushed John away, "You…you're home."
Samuel Weir looked at his daughter with a stone cold face, "I would like to speak with you inside…alone."
"Okay," she said and stood up, "Get out of here," she whispered fiercely to John.
"Good idea," he replied and backed away slowly while she followed her father inside. She practically walked on eggshells to her father's study and prepared for his wrath of words.
"What were you thinking?!" He shouted at her.
"I…I wasn't," she replied and stared at the carpet, "I don't know why I did that."
"You know all about that man, how could you do that?!"
"It was just one kiss," she defended weakly, "Totally innocent."
"Nothing about John Sheppard is innocent."
"Well you're right about that," Elizabeth agreed, "But I would have never let it get that far."
"You don't understand, with a man like that you don't even realize how far it has gotten until its too late," her father explained, "I don't want you to end up like your friend Teyla."
That made Elizabeth look up from the floor, "But Teyla got everything she wanted and she has a good life, she made a mistake but I don't see what's wrong being like her."
Ever since Samuel heard that Tughan's daughter was pregnant he had been afraid his own would wind up in the same position. What she had just said brought his fear to full height. "I won't have you being seduced by some rake and get pregnant."
"I'm not…"
"You are never to see that man again."
"I understand, Dad, but if you'll just…"
"Our discussion is closed," he stated in a tone that made her shut her mouth and stare back at the carpet. Then he said the words he's never had to say to her before, "I'm very disappointed in you, Elizabeth."
The most painful six words she ever heard and she vowed silently to herself that he never would have to say hem again.
1 Year Later
It was a lovely spring day when Elizabeth had the idea to go to the quiet bench in the garden and read a book. When she got there she remembered why she had avoided this spot for the past year. Get over it, she bullied herself, I'm sure he doesn't even remember about that kiss. With that in mind she succeeded in sitting down on the bench but she couldn't open her book.
The memory of that kiss was seared into her mind and she couldn't shake it out. She'd never felt that way with anyone before and she had a feeling she never would again. Once she'd walked past his father's home to see if he was there but she never saw him.
"Elizabeth."
She pulled herself out of her thoughts and saw Raina standing in front of her "What is it, Raina?"
"Your father wants to see you in his study."
She nodded and left her bench to walk to her father's study. She saw Silas Gordon leaving her father's study before she got there, "Hello, Mr. Gordon." Silas had been a frequent guest in their home for the past year, attending to the same parties as them and he often stopped by to have dinner with her and her father.
He was an older man but he'd aged well despite his grey hair. He smiled warmly at her, "Hello, Miss Weir."
"Were you just speaking with my father?"
"Yes I was, but I believe he would like to talk to you now."
"Right, thank you."
Samuel was sitting behind his desk and smiled when she walked in, "Elizabeth, I have some wonderful news."
"What is it, Dad?"
"Silas Gordon has asked for your hand."
She blinked in surprised, "What?"
"He wants you to be his wife."
"I know what it means; I just don't see how this is wonderful."
"I've already given him my consent," he beamed proudly.
His daughter looked at him with a horrified expression, "You what?!"
Samuel frowned, "I thought you would be happy."
"Happy?! Why would I be happy?!" She inquired angrily, "He's in his fifties."
"What does age have to do with anything?"
"Nothing, Dad, I just don't want to marry a man who's your age."
"He's secure," Samuel explained, "And he loves you."
"But I don't love him," Elizabeth said.
"You can…"
"I can grow to love him, right?" she finished, "That's what everyone says and how many times does that actually happen?"
"I won't more for your life," he said, standing up, "And it's not like I haven't presented other men to you."
"Yes and they were all very nice, but after a few months they all became so boring," She explained, "I want someone exciting, who makes everyday a new adventure."
"Someone like John Sheppard."
Elizabeth frowned at her father incredulously, "That's what all this is about isn't it? You are still worried that I'll throw my life away simply because I kissed him."
"I want you to have stability," he said.
"Good, then let me find it on my own."
"I don't trust you in your decisions with men," Samuel stated, "Silas will take good care of you."
"No he won't because I'm not marrying him."
"Yes you are."
"You can't force me," she declared.
"According to the law, until you are married, I have complete authority over you so yes I can."
Elizabeth saw that she was completely trapped with no other argument to help her escape. She looked at her father with disbelief and stony anger, "How could you do this to me?"
Samuel sighed, "You'll thank me someday."
"I won't ever forgive you for this!" she declared and stormed out of his study.
Her father sat back down in his chair, "I'm only looking out for you," he explained to the empty spot she had just vacated, "You'll see that I'm right."
1 Year Later
It was her wedding day and the sun was streaming through Elizabeth's window as she sat beside it wishing for grey clouds. She'd barely spoken to her father ever since she found out about her engagement to Silas but that hadn't changed that fact that she was going to marry him today.
A knock on her door made her look up and she forced a smile when Teyla walked in, "Hey, I haven't seen you in so long."
"I know," Teyla said and wrapped her in a hug, "Ashta is downstairs being cuddled by every woman in sight."
"I knew she'd make an adorable flower girl."
"Are you nervous?" her friend asked, "I know I was, or it could have been morning sickness I'm not sure."
Elizabeth couldn't laugh, "I'm not sure how I feel."
Teyla frowned in confusion, "You're getting married, aren't you happy?"
"No," she admitted, "I'm not happy. I don't love Silas, but my father is afraid I'll wind up pregnant out of wedlock like you."
"Thank you," Teyla said sardonically.
"I don't mean that, It's just…he caught me and John kissing."
Her friend's brows reached her hairline and her mouth fell open, "You kissed John Sheppard?!"
"I…I wasn't thinking," She explained, "I was temporarily insane…much like you were with Ronon."
"This isn't about me and Ronon."
"I know," Elizabeth sighed and smoothed out the skirt of her wedding dress, "I just wish we were sixteen again where the worst thing that could happen to us was getting that job working for the secretaries." She looked down at the ground, "Things have changed for us so much."
Teyla hugged her again sympathetically, "It doesn't matter what happens to us, we'll always be friends right?"
Elizabeth smiled, "Right."
TBC
A/N: Does this clear everything up? Next chapter we get back to the present and some intersting stuff happens between Teyla and Ronon LOL REad and REview please