Author's Note: So here's the next chapter... I had originally planned to make this story a one-shot, but I ended the last chapter wrong for that, and now I realize that it's on the verge of turning into something way more that expected... so we'll see how it goes.

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Unsatisfied

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Teyla came slowly awake to the steady, rhythmic beeping of machines that could only mean that she was in the infirmary. It took surprising effort to force her heavy eyelids opened; sbut her entire body felt stiff and sluggish, like she had been drugged. And maybe she had; she had no idea how she had gotten here.

"Hello?" she whispered softly, giving up on opening her eyes. She heard movement, and a second later a warm, calloused hand grasped hers. The familiar touch made her smile as she recognized Ronon.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, keeping his voice low.

"What happened?" she questioned, not bothering to answer him. A sudden fear gripped her heart. "Is Torren alright?"

"He's fine," her friend assured her. "Kanaan had him in to see you a while ago, but it's late, and he fell asleep. They went back to your room about fifteen minutes ago." Teyla relaxed a little to know that her family was safe.

"What happened?" she asked again.

"Don't you remember?" he asked.

"No." He hesitated, and she heard him sigh; a sound that she associated with something very bad. "Ronon, tell me."

"You attacked John in the gym," he said quietly. She could practically hear him cringing as he continued. "And you tried to feed on him."

Her eyes flew opened.

"Is he alright?" Ronon nodded.

"His throat's a little bruised, but he's fine." He paused. "You seriously don't remember doing that?" A worried frown creased her forehead as she tried to think.

"I don't remember anything," she said uneasily. "When did this happen?"

"Yesterday," Ronon said. "He had to knock you out. And the doctors have kept you under until now trying to figure out what happened and why." He didn't tell her that they were also afraid that she would act that way again when she woke up. She didn't need to feel worse about what had happened.

Teyla leaned back against her pillows and closed her eyes again, filled with shame over what she could not remember doing.

"Why would something like this happen?" she questioned Ronon, wishing that he knew the answer. "We merely changed my appearance; I was never truly a wraith, and I could never feed. Why would such a thing suddenly seem so right?"

"I don't know," he shrugged helplessly. "But I do know that the wraith... they do weird things to you. Bad things. And sometimes it's enough to change you."

"But I'm not changed!" she protested. "I am still Teyla, I am everything that I have always been. I am not a wraith."

"No, you're not," he soothed her gently. "But they may have done something to you while you were there that you didn't know about; something that's only started to affect you now." He held her gaze. "Teyla, I don't believe that any of this is your fault." She was grateful for his words, but she did not believe them. She should have been able to control herself. And if he was right and the wraith were doing this to her, she should have known that too. And of all people, she had hurt John...

"Where is John?" she asked, really noticing for the first time that other than Ronon she was alone. Somehow, she had just assumed that her team would be there when she woke up.

"Keller made him go to bed, same time Kanaan left with Torren. And McKay took her off somewhere to talk. So I'm the welcoming committee." She managed a weak smile at his joke, and he could see that she was still tired.

"You should rest now," he advised her, dimming the lights a little further. "One of us will be here when you wake up; and by then Jennifer will probably have this whole thing figured out and fixed. There's nothing to worry about." He squeezed her hand gently. "Goodnight."

"Goodnight," she murmured, before sleep overtook her once again. Ronon smiled sadly at her as he left, feeling like nothing so much as a younger brother watching his sister get sick. He wished that he could have been as sure as he'd tried to sound when he promised that they would figure out what was wrong. But the doctors had no idea, and he doubted that they would figure it out within the next few hours. But he couldn't stand to leave her afraid.

He left in search of John, sending a nurse in to sit with Teyla. He knew that his team-leader would not be sleeping like the doctor had ordered; so he figured that he might as well go try and tell him that for the moment, Teyla was okay. He had always suspected that the Colonel had feeling for their female team-mate, even though she had a family now. Still, it wouldn't hurt him to stop worrying for half a second.

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A/N: Sorry, not much action here. But like I said, this was originally an idea for a one-shot, so I'm still working out the kinks in my contract with the plot bunnies that wrought it. Next chapter should be soon. :)