Ok, ok yhea. So maybe this is turning in to a little bit of a soap opera but… it's a soup opera made good, and the story is only getting started.

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Teyla stared in horror at the three little words that had passed Kanan's lips, unable to speak or move. Kanan's face was expressionless as he stared at her.

"It is me Kanan" she said, through a shaky voice, Kanan shook his head, his eyes narrowing in to thin slits. Teyla held back tears, then looked up at Kanan through blurry eyes.

"Do you not remember me at all?" she asked a slight tremble evident in her voice. Kanan shook his head sadly.

"I don't even remember who I am," he admitted. Teyla took a deep breath, ignoring the ache in her chest. Sniffing she stood up.

"Wait," she heard Kanan call, she turned to face him. He tried to move but winced as a jolt of pain surged through his chest. Teyla was instantly at his side.

"Be still," she said, gently pushing him down and pulling the blanket atop of him once more.

"What happened to me?" he asked, catching Teyla off guard, she shook her head, not understanding the question.

"How did I come to be here?" his voice was firm and demanding, a tone Kanan took with everyone, but never her. Teyla sat down once again, fiddling with her hands in her lap.

"It was just a simple mission, a celebration of the passing of mid-winter, you were injured, during an attack by the Wraith," at this Kanan looked up, a dark, distant gaze in his eyes. Teyla frowned.

"You remember the Wraith?" Kanan nodded.

"I think so," Teyla looked at him confused. If he remembered the Wraith, why was it he didn't remember everything else. She opened her mouth to say something but shut it when Doctor Keller walked through the door. A smile appeared on her face when she saw that Kanan was awake.

"Well how's our patient doing?" she asked, checking Kanan's vitals.

"Fine, accept I don't know who I am, where I am or who you are," he said calmly. Doctor Keller's eyes widened. She looked over at Teyla, who face was turned towards the floor. She sniffed as a tear trickled down her cheek. She cleared her through.

"Excuse me I have to… go," she said, breaking down and flooding from the room. Keller watched at the Athosian retreated, looking worriedly at Kanan and following her out.

"Teyla," she called, the Athosian had stopped by the window and now gazed out with tired and watery eyes. Keller looked at The Athosian, putting a comforting hand on her shoulder. She sniffed.

"You know, when Kanan came through the gate I finally thought that things were turning around." She sniffed again, glancing at the room that Kanan resided in "But I guess not." A tear trickled down her cheek. Teyla lifted up her hand to show Keller the ring on her finger. She gasped.

"Is that…?" Teyla nodded.

"I was going to tell you when he woke up, but I thought circumstances would be… different," Teyla pushed off the window frame and started for the door. She stopped just in-between the door and the corridor outside it, turning her head around but not compliantly looking at Keller she said.

"Don't tell him anything about him and I," she asked.

"But…" Keller started, Teyla silenced her by turning round.

"I am not asking you as my doctor…. I am asking you as my friend,"

Keller nodded and watched as Teyla disappeared.

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Teyla cast a distant gaze out of the mess hall window, staring at the clash of colours that mixed with a dreary world. It was still light, but over the large ocean, Teyla could see the last remaining light of day, shrinking in to night. One hand rested on the small lump on her stomach and the other lay on the table. Her lips held no smile, her face no expression, but her eyes betrayed what she was feeling. Her heart felt cold, grasped with an icy hold of glacier fingers. She heard someone clear their throat and looked up to see John standing at the other end of the table. He had a sheepish look on his face and a steaming cup of hot drink in the other.

"John, I don't have time for you right now, I'm not in the mood," a look of hurt crossed his face, but Teyla ignored it, but he hid it quickly. He cleared his throat,

"Here," he said quietly, sitting down and setting the hot drink in his hand down on the table. Teyla looked at then at him.

"It one of my ways of saying sorry," he said. Teyla frowned.

"For what?"

"For the way I've been treating you lately, the things I've been saying to you… I was way out of line," as he explained, his voice trembled. Teyla looked down at the drink what lay on the table.

John saw her look and smiled awkwardly.

"It's your favourite, Tava tea with hot milk, honey and a few drops of Ruus wine." He said, Teyla looked up at surprised. Teyla took the warm tea cup and holding it in both of her hands put it to her lips. She closed her eyes as the warm liquid made its way down her throat, smiling as she felt the icy feeling in her heart melt away. Everything was quiet for a moment, the Sheppard broke the silence.

"So how are you a Kanan doing anyway, he alright?" he asked, the cold feeling was back. Teyla shook her head.

"The injuries he sustained were much worse then we had anticipated," she explained. John saw the pain that reflected in her eyes.

"What does that mean?" he asked, looking at the young Athosian that sat across from him in concern. Teyla smiled at John reassuringly, but he could tell that behind her smile she just wanted to cry.

"He doesn't remember me," John's jaw hit the table as Teyla looked away from him, her jaw clamped tightly shut. He wanted nothing more then to pull her in to a tight embrace and never let go.

"Maybe its for the best," her expression grew angry. "We don't need him," she said through gritted teeth.

"We?" John questioned. Teyla eyes dropped to her stomach.

"There is something I must tell you John."