Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate Atlantis or any of its original characters.

Wow, within a couple days I got 7 reviews. That is actually a surprise. To clear something up, the whole thing about the Shep having the specific gene, I'm going on the information in the first episode when Weir says with concentration, they can make it work but with John Sheppard, he does it naturally. Also when Beckett says the specific gene is very rare. Maybe I read those statements wrong but in this story, the artifact only effects people who are like Sheppard who "Does it naturally"

Thank you to all who reviewed. Someone mentioned that they wanted to see some more Shep Whumpage. I know I said that he was all whumped out but I might go and pick on him some more.

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"Okay…..what's wrong with her?" John asked Beckett just after walking into the infirmary.

"I thought you'd come eventually." He said in a soft voice just before sighing. "She has a minor concussion and a broken ankle."

"What happened?" John asked in a concerned tone.

"She fell down the stairs." Weir said making both men jump slightly and turn to look at her. "I found her unconscious at the bottom."

"Any idea what caused her to fall down the stairs?" John asked as he leaned against the wall. "Because she isn't exactly a clutz."

"I don't know." Weir said. "She cant even remember what exactly caused it to happen." There was a blanket of silence that fell over the room for a few minutes until Weir continued.

"Who knows…..maybe she was pre-occupied with something she was thinking about." She said. At that moment, John knew what it was. They had just recently gotten into an argument and she walked off a kind of upset.

God damn it John! Why couldn't you just talk to her like she wanted? Why do you have to be so damn stubborn all the time? This is your fault for getting her upset again. John shook his head. "No." He said out loud leaving everyone in the room baffled.

"What?" Weir asked confused by what he said.

"Never mind." John said. He turned to Beckett. "When can I visit her?"

"You can go ahead in now if you want." Beckett said. "But if she's asleep, I don't want you waking her up."

"Don't worry, I won't." John said in a serious voice as he turned to walk into the room where the beds were and where Teyla would be.

John tiptoed to the end of the room and grabbed a chair so that he could sit next to her bed.

"John." She said as she saw him walk across the room to get the chair.

"Teyla." He said turning around at the sound of her voice. "I didn't know you were awake." He said as he slowly carried the chair over to set it down on the floor next to her bed.

"I was just resting my eyes." She said in a casual tone. Guilt must have flashed across his face when he sat down because she was squinting her eyes at him as if to figure out what was wrong. "Something is bothering you."

"Yeah." John said as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"What is it?" Teyla asked seeing the same guilty look on John's face.

"They told me that you fell down the stairs." John said. "What made it happen?"

"I do not understand." Teyla said with a confused look on her face. "What do you mean?"

"How did you fall down the stairs?" He asked. "They said that maybe it was because you were pre-occupied with something."

"I do not remember completely." Teyla said. "Why do you ask?"

"Well, when we talked earlier, you left kind of upset." He said with a guilty look on his face. "I just hope that it wasn't anything I said that had you so pre-occupied that you would fall down the stairs."

"John……it is not your fault." Teyla said with reassurance in her voice. She didn't want him to feel guilty about what happened to her. He wasn't there. He didn't even know about it until she was in the infirmary.

"Sure feels like it is." John said as he ran his fingers through his hair.

"Do not blame yourself." She said. "I should not have been pressuring you to talk to me when you did not want to." She sighed. "Your reasons for being mad at Dr. Kavanaugh are between you and him." She had to say something to make him feel better. She still wanted to know what made him so mad to hold him at gun point but she also knew that he would tell her in time and when he was ready. Somehow, she knew that it had something to do with her but couldn't be sure until he tells her.

"Yeah." John said failing to find a better thing to say. He couldn't tell her what Kavanaugh said. It would be like broadcasting to her his feelings. He couldn't do that. He would tell her when he was ready. When would he be ready to tell her how he feels? He sat there for a few moments in complete silence trying to think of something to say. "Maybe I should leave and let you get some rest."

"You do not have to leave if you do not wish to." Teyla said with a hopeful look on her face. She wanted him to stay but she didn't want to tell him strait out.

"Why, do you want me to stay?" John asked hoping that she would say yes but feeling nervous if she did and what he would say back to her.

"Only if you wish." She said. She looked at him for a few minutes in silence as if to read him but then continued. "You look like you need more rest than I do."

"Yeah." John said. Then he did something that Teyla didn't expect at all. He genly took her hand into his and placed a gentle kiss on the back as he was getting up. "See you tomorrow." He gave her an innocent smirk and walked out of the room leaving Teyla baffled and happy all at the same time.

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Later on that night, John wanted to go to sleep but it was just impossible. After trying for about two hours, he decided to take a walk to the control room. Maybe there was someone there with the inability to sleep like him. As he walked, he let his mind run through his thoughts about what had happened when he was in the infirmary visiting Teyla. Had he made a wrong move by kissing Teyla on the hand? It didn't seem like it bothered her. It wasn't like he was strait out telling her that he loved her or anything. It was a simple friendly gesture. Back in olden days on Earth, men would do that to charm women. They didn't have to know them. With Teyla it was much different than that. They knew each other quite well. After working with each other so long, she and him became quite close and it seemed like things were moving forward towards something more than friendship.

No, there is no way that she feels the same way as me. It's impossible. Why would she want to be with someone like me? I never tell her anything that im thinking and I know it bothers her. The key to a good relationship is communication and trust. There's trust there but there is a lack of communication. It would be nice if she did feel the same way though. More like a dream come true.

John's thoughts came to a hault when he walked into the control room. Besides the normal amount of people that stood watch in the control room, there seemed to be at least one other person from his team who couldn't sleep. It was McKay.

"Oh, so I see that I'm not the only one who's a chronic insomniac around here." McKay said with a silly grin on his face. "So what's keeping you up so late?"

"I had a long day." John said as he plopped himself lazily in the seat near McKay. "What's your excuse?" He said in a tired voice.

"All I've done for twelve hours is research." McKay said in a tired voice.

"And your still doing research?" John said.

"Well, I'm checking to see if I left anything out when I was researching earlier." McKay said in a tired voice. "So…what happened to Teyla? Did you visit her?"

"Yeah." John said. "She fell down the stairs."

"How the hell did that happen……I mean, she doesn't exactly strike me as the type of person who would be a clutz."

"Don't know." John said. "Everyone seems to think that she was pre-occupied with something. Like she was thinking and weren't paying attention and lost her footing."

"Seems logical but what could she possible be pre-occupied with?" McKay asked suddenly stopping what he was doing and looking at him.

John sighed in frustration. "I think it was something I said……….or more likely something I didn't say." He leaned back in his chair and took a deep breath. "She left kind of upset because I wouldn't tell her why I had Kavanaugh at gunpoint today."

"Wait a minute……..you had Kavanaugh at gunpoint?" McKay said with a smirk on his face. "What did he say to get you that upset?"

"Never mind." John said. He didn't know weather it was safe enough to tell McKay about it. What if he could read between the lines and tell Teyla how he felt? What if he could already tell?

"Was it something to do with Teyla?" McKay asked almost knowing what John was thinking. John didn't say anything but the look on his face told McKay that it was exactly what it was about.

"Yeah well, I came pretty damn close to blowing him away today." John said in a serious tone. "It's a good thing Teyla walked in when she did."

"I bet Elizabeth wasn't too happy about it." McKay said.

"She wasn't at first but I explained it and I think she's fine with it now." John said. "Or at least it seems that way." John rubbed his eyes and ran his hands through his hair a couple times. "What time is it anyway?"

McKay looked at the time on the laptop. "About one in the morning."

"Wow." John said just before yawning. "I think I'm gonna turn in for the night." John got up from his chair and gave McKay a quick wave before walking out of the control room. He was going to go strait to his room but decided to take a detour instead. He walked for about five minutes just taking his time and enjoying how quiet everything was. He stopped just outside the infirmary.

Should I go in there and sit by Teyla tonight? Would it be too obvious to her how I feel if I did that? No. It wouldn't at all. She sat with me when I was in the infirmary and she couldn't sleep. No. She said that I should go get some sleep so I think that's exactly what I'm going to do.

He continued walking down the hall with Teyla still in his thoughts as he made his way towards his room. He still didn't feel that tired but when he got to his room, he reluctantly walked into his room, took his shoes off, and flopped himself down on the bed. After another hour and a half, John drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

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I hope people liked this chapter. It's a little boring, I know. I thought it would be nice to throw the little kiss on the back of the hand in there. I figured that throughout the series, or at least through season 1, he seemed a little like a charmer and it seemed like the right thing to throw in. Something that would show that he has feelings for her but also something that is kinda innocent at the same time.

Sorry about taking so long to update. I was working on the next 2 chapters so I hope you like this one. Tell me what you think about it.

To be continued…..