A/N – I had planned on finishing the story with this chapter but I have a serious case of writer's block when it came to this chapter. A couple of people have asked after this story, though, so I've decided to split the chapter and let you have this one as it is. I'll keep working on it!

Chapter Two

Teyla couldn't stop staring at her future self as they stood before the stargate on PG4-616. There really was no real difference between the two of them – not that she could see straight away. Her hair was the same length as her own, and she could see no difference in their figures. As far as she could tell the uniform she wore was no different from the ones Teyla wore now, though she was wearing a ring on one finger.

The future Teyla started to dial the stargate. "I will dial Atlantis," she said. "But I have to make sure that the wormhole engages at the exact moment of the solar flare."

Teyla stepped a little closer. "How will you know?" She asked.

Future Teyla held up the timer that Rodney had given her. "Rodney has set this timer for the moment of the solar flare," she explained.

Teyla looked at it – it was counting down from seventeen seconds. She felt a sudden onslaught of fear – what if this didn't work and she couldn't get back?

Future Teyla started dialling again. "Do not worry, it will work," she said. She smiled. "Trust me – I stood there, four years ago and listened to myself say these very words." She raised her eyebrows and shook her head. "This is a very strange experience."

Teyla managed a weak smile. The timer now read five seconds. Future Teyla finished dialling and the wormhole engaged just as the timer hit zero.

Future Teyla turned to face her. "Well, good luck," she said. "And… do not worry. Everything will be alright."

Teyla nodded dumbly, unable to think of anything to say. Future Teyla nodded back. "You must go – there is no need to send an IDC. Good bye Teyla."

Teyla took a deep breath and walked through the stargate.

PG4-616 looked the same as it had before she walked through the 'gate, though now she noticed that the sky now was overcast and the wind had picked up. She was back.

Teyla turned to the DHD, but instead of dialling she placed both hands on the rim and leant against it, taking several deep breaths.

It wasn't a dream… it had actually happened. She had travelled into the future. She had been to an Atlantis that wouldn't exist for four years. She had seen herself in the future.

She had slept with John.

Teyla shook her head and stood up straight. How was she going to face him? She wouldn't – couldn't – tell him what happened between them, no matter how much she wanted to. It was not as though he was going to just sweep her up into his arms when he heard about it. They did not have that kind of relationship; everything was too complicated.

Except that it didn't seem to be that complicated in four years' time. She remembered the pictures she had seen in that room – a room that they obviously shared. The pictures of them together, arms around each other. And the picture of her with a baby. They had a baby. Their relationship obviously grew to be much more than just friends, but Teyla would just have to wait for their relationship to progress naturally.

But what if this incident was what spurred their relationship on? It might be that they took that final step because of her trip to the future, and if she did not tell him of it they might never start a real relationship.

Perhaps she should tell him.

"Teyla?"

Teyla's breath caught in her throat and she spun round. John and Rodney had appeared over the crest of the hill. The scene was so much like the one she had experienced in the future that she lost all powers of speech as her team-mates walked towards her.

John was looking straight at her, and Teyla looked away, unable to meet his gaze. Her mind was full of memories of what they had done… what they would do. This was very confusing.

When they were a little closer, John spoke up again. "What are you still doing here?"

Teyla tried desperately to think of something to say, any excuse would do. "I… er… I just took a long time to get to the 'gate," she said. "There was… there were some flowers that reminded me of Athos…"

She risked a glance at John, who was frowning slightly, and decided to change the subject. "Why are you going back?" She asked. "Where is Ronon?"

"I left him babysitting," he said. "Rodney wants to get back to check on some experiments. I'm going to send Major Lorne to relieve Ronon – he asked for it yesterday when he won all that money off me." He smiled slightly and Teyla turned away quickly, not wanting to remember the smiles he had given her a few hours ago… four years from now.

"Come on, let's get going," Rodney said, stepping up to the DHD and starting to dial. Teyla watched him, carefully avoiding looking at John. She realised in that moment that she couldn't possibly tell him what had happened – she couldn't even look at him. No, she would just keep it to herself and carry on as though nothing had happened.

She would trust her future self – everything will be alright.

XOXOXOXOX

The next few weeks were torture for Teyla. She did not how she could have thought everything would turn out well – how could it possibly? Everywhere she turned there were reminders of what had happened in the future, and it was… distracting… to say the least.

Teyla tried not to make it obvious that she was avoiding John, even though she could barely spend more than a few minutes in his company. Luckily everyone on Atlantis was very busy, not least John, and she was able to avoid him quite easily.

Teyla devoted herself to finding her people. She went off-world more than any other person on Atlantis, joining as many missions as possible and pushing herself to the limit. She had a feeling that John had interceded on her behalf with Colonel Carter to make sure she was able to go off-world when she needed to.

It was about five weeks after her trip to the future that Teyla started to sense something was wrong. She felt nauseous and had little energy. She was sick nearly every morning and there were very few foods that didn't make her feel very ill. Teyla tried not to let her illness show – she was sure that it was worry, and did not want anyone to think that she was not able to handle the situation.

After five days, though, Teyla knew she had to do something.

Teyla went to see Dr Kellar as late in the day as possible, when the night shift was due to come on and there were not many people around the infirmary. She found the doctor at her desk, filling out paperwork.

"Dr Kellar, may I speak to you?" She asked.

Dr Kellar jumped slightly but smiled up at her. "Of course, Teyla, what can I do for you?" She replied.

Teyla glanced around the room. There were very few people, but still too many.

"May we speak… privately?" She asked.

Dr Kellar nodded and stood up. "Let's go into the exam room," she said. She led the way through a doorway and into an empty, smaller room. She shut the door behind them.

"Is something wrong, Teyla?" She asked.

Teyla hesitated for a moment. "I… I have been feeling rather ill, for the last few days," she said.

Dr Kellar raised an eyebrow. "I'm not surprised," she said. "You've been running yourself ragged these last few weeks – I can't believe you haven't passed out in the 'gate room!"

Teyla sighed and perched on the edge of the bed. "I have been very busy," she said. "I have had a lot to do…"

"I know, Teyla, I know," said Dr Kellar soothingly. Teyla nodded. She knew Dr Kellar understood – she had been with her on New Athos when she had made her horrific discovery about her missing people.

"So, tell me your symptoms," said Dr Kellar, motioning for her to sit on the bed properly as she started to examine her.

"Well, I've been feeling very tired," she said. "And nauseous. Most food makes me feel sick."

Dr Kellar nodded. "Have you been sick at all?"

"Yes," said Teyla. "I have been sick every morning for the past five days."

Dr Kellar stepped back and looked at her thoughtfully. There was a moment's silence, and Teyla shifted uncomfortably under her scrutiny.

"Teyla, is there any possibility that you might be pregnant?"

Teyla's memory went into overdrive as she thought about her trip to the future and what had happened. But there wasn't any way she could be… could she? She hadn't even considered the possibility that she might be pregnant. But now, thinking of her sickness, Teyla realised that she was experiencing exactly what she had seen dozens of other women experience when they were expecting a child.

She was pregnant. With John's baby. Teyla closed her eyes and let her head fall into her hands.

She felt Dr Kellar's hand on her shoulder. "I take that as a yes?" She said.

Teyla couldn't speak. She just nodded.

"Right, well, let me take some blood and I'll run a test," she said. Teyla took a deep breath to fight down the bile suddenly rising in her throat. She felt a dozen different emotions fighting for dominance in her chest. Disbelief. Fear. Worry. Happiness.

Teyla lowered her hands and allowed Dr Kellar to take some blood.

"I'll have the results in a couple of hours," she said as she labelled the vial.

"Dr Kellar, I would appreciate it if…"

"I won't say a word to anyone, Teyla," she said with a smile. "I'll run the tests myself."

Teyla sighed in relief. "Thank you, Jennifer," she said.

Dr Kellar smiled again. "I'll radio you when the results are in," she said.

Teyla sat on the bed in the exam room after Dr Kellar left, staring at the wall opposite her, still unsure what she should be feeling about this.

She was pregnant, she was sure of it. As soon as Dr Kellar had voiced the possibility something in Teyla's heart had told her that it was true. She was going to have a baby, and despite the timing of her pregnancy and the knowledge that raising a child would be sure to interfere with her duties on Atlantis, Teyla couldn't help feeling… happy.

But how was she going to tell John?

Teyla closed her eyes and shook her head. It was a question that she had no answer to. Telling him she was pregnant would be hard enough. Explaining to him that he was the father would be almost impossible.

The hair on the back of Teyla's neck stood on end as she became aware someone was watching her. She knew who it was before she looked up.

"Hey Teyla, are you alright?"

Teyla stared at John, unable to move. He was leaning against the doorframe to the exam room, his hands in his pockets, looking at her with his face full of concern.

Teyla desperately tried to think of an excuse for sitting in the infirmary exam room by herself. She was just glad she was wearing a jacket, which covered up the band-aid on her arm from the blood test. She hastily stood up.

"Yes, I am fine," she said. "What are you doing here?"

John glanced over his shoulder into the infirmary. "Rodney drank something with lime in it," he said. "He demanded to be brought to the infirmary."

"Is he alright?"

"He's fine," John said, very loudly, directing his voice over his shoulder again.

"I am not fine!" Teyla heard Rodney answer from the main infirmary. "My throat is starting to seize up – do something!"

John rolled his eyes and turned back to Teyla. "So, why are you here?" He asked. "Are you ill?"

Teyla could feel her face heating up as she tried to think of an excuse. At that moment, though, Dr Kellar returned, obviously drawn back to the infirmary by Rodney's yelling.

"Teyla, I'm sorry but I'm going to have to stay here," she said, appearing in the doorway behind John. "Can we have dinner some other time?"

Teyla felt like hugging the doctor, but she settled for a smile and a nod. "Of course, that is fine," she said. Now to make her escape.

"Well, since my dinner was interrupted by citrus-boy over there, you wanna join me?" Said John as Dr Kellar left.

Damn, so much for an escape. Teyla blinked at him, racking her brain for some reason why she couldn't.

John took a step towards her and Teyla forced herself not to take a step back. "Come on Teyla," he said cajolingly. "You know it's weird – I feel like I haven't seen you in weeks."

Teyla's heart ached. Things were never going to be the same for them again. Her trip to the future had already made things awkward, but she had hoped that eventually she and John would be able to be friends again. Now she was pregnant and everything was going to be different, forever.

John was still looking at Teyla with what Rodney called his 'puppy-dog' eyes, and Teyla's resistance fled. She missed him terribly. And as soon as he found out what had happened… would happen… he wouldn't want anything to do with her.

Teyla desperately wanted to spend time with John, just once more, but… she couldn't. She just couldn't bring herself to sit across from him in the commissary and pretend that nothing was wrong.

"I… I can not, John," she said. "I had actually intended to tell Dr Kellar that I could not have dinner with her."

"Oh?"

Teyla nodded. "I… I have many mission reports to complete," she said. "I have been so busy…"

John's face fell and Teyla's heart all but broke. She started to walk past him, needing to get away. "I am sorry," she said.

John nodded glumly. "No problem," he said. "I guess I'll see you later."

Teyla paused briefly. She tried to smile, but she couldn't. The enormity of the situation was washing over her, and she had to leave. Managing to nod again, she hurried out of the infirmary.

TBC

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