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Disclaimer: I do not own Stargate Atlantis or the characters. This is set after Phantoms but before The Return Pt. 1! Song Lyrics: Waiting For Yesterday by 12 Stones.

Watch the sun steal Yesterday,
Hiding all emotion - far away.
Days spent wondering why this life is so cold,
And nothing ever changes.

Waiting For Yesterday — V

October 19th, 15:03

John sighed as he poked at the jello that was inhabiting his small, blue bowl. It moved under his fork and shook back and forth. It had been days since he had last seen Teyla, and he was going to go insane if he didn't get out of the infirmary. Sighing, he shoved the bowl of jello to the side and yelled,

"Carson!"

The doctor walked into the room and sighed upon seeing his most annoying patient. "What is it now, John?"

"I want to get out of here, that's what."

Carson stared at John, and John only stared back. Neither made a move until Carson said, "Fine, you can go. I see no reason not to let you. Sure you just got shot a few days ago, but oh, well!"

He walked out of the room without another word, and John sat in shock for a few minutes, just staring at the door that Carson had left through. Only seconds after John had finally regained his thoughts, the doctor walked back in.

"Sorry, lad. I've just been having a bad day. I really do see no reason to keep you here, though. The Adoien drug did work, and you're healthy enough. You are not back on active duty, however, and there will be no rough work. Understand?"

"Yeah."

"Good. Now, scram."

John hopped from the bed, trying to hide a small wince, and grabbed the clothes that Elizabeth had dropped off only earlier that day. He closed the curtain around his bed and quickly changed. He was slightly surprised that Elizabeth had good enough taste in men's clothing to bring him something he'd actually wear—a pair of worn, baggy jeans and a black, long-sleeved shirt.

Sighing and patting his hair into place, John walked out of the room and headed toward Teyla's cell. But when he looked in and saw her pacing around, her eyes bright green and filled with emotion—Jasper's emotions—he quickly left. He hated seeing her like that.

He'd come back later.

16:30

"Uh... what's going on?"

John walked into the infirmary to see Rodney, Ronon, Elizabeth and Carson all sitting before him. He quickly sat down in the chair that sat in front of the team, then looked Carson directly in the eye.

"Sorry for calling you during your nap, but as soon as I told you to scram, I got an idea," the doctor said, running a hand through his hair, a sigh accompanying the very tired look on his face. "The only reason—that I can think of—that there would be a Wraith controlling Teyla is because they don't want her doing something to kill herself of the baby before the child is born. So, logically, if the child were born, the Wraith would break her grasp on Teyla, correct?"

A few nods.

"But the baby won't be born for about a month or so," John said, the confused look on his face growing.

"Aye, it's not going to be. But, as you might know, there is a drug to induce labor in women who have gone past their due date, so the baby can be born without taking more drastic measures. The Wraith child inside of Teyla shouldn't be able to tell how long it's been, so it—he—shouldn't try and stop the labor. It will be born a month early, and—"

"Wait a sec!" John said, raising a hand in the air and waving it around. His actions had him wincing a little because of the pain that shot through his chest, but he ignored it and quickly said, "You told us that the last month of a Wraith's pregnancy is crucial to the baby being born healthy since they're only pregnant for a short time. If we induce labor now, the baby would most likely die... right?"

"So? What's the problem?" Ronon said, shrugging and crossing his arms as he stared at Sheppard. "I like that idea."

John glared at Ronon.

"Hey! What about Teyla? I might not know too much about women, but when they miscarry or their children die right after birth... it can be painful..."

After the sudden change from anger to sadness, he looked down at the ground. The regret and despair that lined his words left a lot of unanswered questions, and Carson was the one to finally break the silence.

"Did your mother...?" he left the question open, and John shrugged.

"Nah. Not my mom. My brother was born healthy. But... nevermind. Back to what I was saying: we can't do that!"

The second sudden switch in emotion was so drastic that everyone knew it was fake. They didn't comment, however, and this time, it was Rodney who broke in.

"But we have the advantage of science on our side. We—well, not us, but doctors—have saved babies born at six months, and some even before. That would be about the same difference in a Wraith being born at three and a half months, right?" he asked, looking around the room at his teammates. He didn't know what to say or do, but even he could sense the strong tension created between Ronon and Sheppard.

"Aye, it would," Carson said, rubbing his hands together. "And normally, I wouldn't suggest this at all, but watching Teyla, I can tell that staying in control for even a short amount of time is having a negative effect on her health. And, in order to nourish itself enough to stop a miscarriage because of her poor health, the Wraith baby is taking even more of her strength to keep himself healthy."

There was silence in the room for a while, and finally John sighed, running a hand over his face.

"Are we gonna do it or not? It's you're choice, doc, since you know better than any of us what effect this is having on Teyla."

"I'd say yes, but—" Carson said slowly, only stopping when John stood up, shoving his chair nosily across the floor as he began to walk toward the door.

"Fine. But just so everyone knows, I was against this from the start."

The infirmary door slammed loudly and the lingering silence in the air was uncomfortable.

"As I was saying," Carson started slowly, quietly, "I'd say yes, we should, but... I don't know if it's the right thing to do. As a doctor, I can't help but care about both the baby and Teyla's life. I don't think she'll make it, alive at least, through her whole pregnancy. Maybe a week or two more, but I honestly don't think we can risk it. She's already shaky on her feet, and she's fainted a few times. I don't think it would have been this drastic if Teyla hadn't almost miscarried. Since the child had to nearly kill Teyla in order to heal itself, there was a strong negative effect on her body. If we want her alive and healthy after this baby's born, we have to induce. I'm sorry..."

Elizabeth sighed as she ran a hand through her hair. "Do it."

She stood silently to her feet and walked out of the room, Ronon on her heals. Rodney shot Carson a nervous, helpless look and then followed, leaving the doctor to his own thoughts.

22:40

Teyla was now laying on the infirmary bed that John had vacated only hours before. She was sleeping peacefully—thanks to the medications that Carson had given her—and said doctor was about to administer the drug that would help her go into labor.

Rodney was nervous, for he'd never seen a woman give birth before, and Elizabeth was pacing across the ground, biting her fingernails and frowning as Ronon tapped his foot impatiently on the floor. John, who had been missing until only minutes before, was leaning up against the wall beside Teyla, staring at her peaceful face, and then at her barely-expanding stomach.

"How big is this baby gonna be?" he asked quietly, knowing that the answer wouldn't be positive.

"A few pounds, at most," Carson said quietly, pushing the drugs in through the IV that was hooked up to Teyla's arm.

"What now?" Elizabeth asked, her pacing stopping only long enough for her to stare worriedly at her friend.

"We wait."

October 20th, 1:03

Rodney was starting on his fifth cup of coffee, and John was now occupying a chair beside Teyla's bed. Carson had her hooked up to several machines, one of which was monitoring Teyla's contractions. He wasn't going to wake Teyla until she was contracting enough that they baby would be born soon after. He had figured that, since her body would be in a state of pain and confusion, Jasper would lose control and Teyla would be herself while she was giving birth.

"How much longer?" John asked impatiently, sighing and throwing another paper airplane across the room. A small pile was growing near Ronon, although John had denied the fact, several times, that he was actually trying to hit the bigger man.

"Not long."

A few minutes past, and a few more pieces of paper joined the ever-growing pile. Carson was beginning to wonder what paperwork was the victim of John's frustration this time when the machine that was monitoring Teyla showed that it was time.

"All right."

Rodney stood to his feet quickly.

"I'm, um... gonna wait outside, all right?"

Carson rolled his eyes but nodded, and Elizabeth, Ronon and John stayed put beside Teyla.

A third medication was entered into Teyla's IV, and within minutes, she was opening her eyes slowly. The first thing she did was wince in pain and look around frantically. She didn't have a clue what was going on, as Carson said that they couldn't tell her because Jasper would hear, too, and then their plan wouldn't work.

"What... what's h-happening?" she asked, wincing again as John took her hand. The contractions were pretty strong now.

"Teyla, love, the baby is going to be born soon. You went into labor a few hours ago, and this wee one will join us in a few minutes," Carson said calmly.

"But... I... no, it's too soon!"

She was tired, and it was hard for her to force the words out, but for the first time, she didn't even spare Jasper a thought as she worried for her baby.

"You're only about a month early, everything should be just fine. Now, look, Teyla... it's almost time. John, hold her hand. She's scared, and since I couldn't risk mixing yet another medication with the ones already in her system, she's in a lot of pain."

John nodded and took Teyla's hand, and immediately regretted it when she squeezed it tighter than anything he'd ever felt before. He was sure his fingers would never be the same again, but he didn't care. He knew that what Carson had said probably wouldn't be true. The baby was being born far too soon—Teyla was barely showing yet.

"Time to push!"

Everything went by in flash. Teyla's screams filled the air, and no one said a word as Carson concentrated on delivering the baby and John tried to calm Teyla down a little. She held his hand tightly, and silence was thick in the air until it was pierced by the scream of a small baby.

Teyla's breathing was hard, but she managed to say, quietly, "Can I see him?"

Carson nodded, cut the cord, wrapped the tiny, tiny child in a blanket, and walked over.

"He needs to go away so we can take care of him, but you can see him for a second. John, take the child. I need to clean Teyla up."

"What! No, but I—"

He was cut off as Carson gently placed the baby in his arms. He blinked down at the little, crying bundle and was surprised as bright, emerald green eyes blinked back at him. The baby was bigger than he'd imagined, but not by much.

"And we forgot to take into account that the baby can heal himself. He should be perfectly fine, if his lungs are strong enough," Carson said, smiling a little. "He looks mostly human, too. He'll need to be under guard, but I see no reason to harm him."

John nodded, dumbfounded, as he stared at the tiny life in his arms. After his surprise had passed a little, he shifted the baby in his arms in such a way that Teyla could see him. Elizabeth eagerly leaned over to see the child, too, but Ronon quickly stomped out of the room.

"Ohh, he's so cute!" Elizabeth said, smiling softly.

Teyla smiled, too, but it was a tired smile.

"What are you going to call him?" Carson asked, walking over taking the baby from John. The younger man seemed surprised when the little bundle of warmth was taken away from him, and Teyla's voice cut through the air.

"No, don't take him away!" she said loudly, trying to sit up. John pushed her back down, his hands on her shoulders to keep her from moving around. "They'll hurt him, they'll hurt him because he's not human...!"

"Hey, calm down a little, Tey," John said, his voice softer than anyone had heard it in more than a week—since this had all begun happening. "They're not going to touch him. Here... how about if I go with him?"

Teyla nodded, gripping his hand tightly as she leaned back on the bed. She was still sweating, and she looked up at John as he began to walk out of the room.

"Oh, and he does need a name, Teyla. We can't call him Baby Emmagan forever, ya know."

"Ethan N-Noah," Teyla finally said, her voice shaky as she watched John reach into the portable crib and place his hand on the baby's stomach. "I want to n-name him E-Ethan Noah..."

Her eyes slipped closed as John's shot open with surprise. His hand shook on little Ethan's tummy as they slowly walked out of the room. He didn't even notice Rodney, who was sleeping in one of the chairs outside the infirmary, or Ronon, who's angry eyes followed them as the baby, Carson and John walked from the room.

A little cry from Ethan brought John out of his thoughts, but as soon as the baby's name came back into his mind, he went numb again.

Ethan... why did she choose that name? Why the name of my... of my son?

Ohh! And now would be where I get shot for not updating for forever! Ahhh! It's been months and months! I suuuck.

And about John's son... well, that was something I came up with while thinking of a name for Teyla's baby. And no worries, this isn't going to be the end. We still have to deal with what I have planned for the future: Teyla is still being controled, her baby is being tested on, Ronon is trying to kill baby Ethan... oh, wait... I wasn't supposed to say that!

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