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3/?

Distant voices

Distant voices. Fevered mumbling. These were the first two signs that had convinced John that he was dreaming. Blurred faces floated in the black void around him, as the hum of their voices echoed in his head. One in particular stood out to him, a feminine voice calling to him. Its tone was frantic yet familiar.

Feeling a presence behind him, he turned, his confusion becoming evident as he saw Teyla in front of him. She stared at him through glassy eyes.

"Teyla?" he asked.

"You have to wake up, John." she said, stepping closer to him. He frowned.

"Please, John, you have to wake up!" Spreading her hands open on his chest she looked up at him.

"Wake up now!" She pushed him back and he watched her fade as he fell in a black abyss.

John's eyes shot open almost instantly. Groaning at the light that burned his eyes, he took in his surroundings. Infirmary, he thought as he saw the ghost white sheets and row of beds beside him.

"Ah, Colonel, you're awake," said a friendly voice. John turned his head towards the door. Jennifer Keller stood a few feet away from him with a clipboard in one hand and a steaming cup of coffee in the other.

"What happened?" he asked, rubbing his temples.

"Well, going with what Teyla told me, you just…fainted."

"Passed out," John interrupted.

Jennifer smiled and rolled her eyes, "Fine, passed out."

John nodded his approval and glanced round him again. "Where is everyone? No one came to see me?"

John looked at the doctor in awe astonishment. "Your team was in here about an hour ago, but I shooed them away so you could rest in peace."

John nodded, "Well since I am awake and all, do you mind if I go back to my quarters?" As Keller opened her mouth to speck, John put his hands up to stop her. "I promise to come back if I don't feel like my self."

The doctor thought for a while, then gave in. "Ok, but if you feel anything, you come right back here. Understand?"

John nodded innocently and jumped out of bed. Pulling the curtains around his bed closed, he hastily got dressed and made his escape from the infirmary.

The loud chime of the door is what woke her, their harmonious tune forcing her from a dreamless sleep. She sighed and threw off the covers, feeling a slight satisfaction as the cold air hit her skin. Running her hand over the doors crystals she was surprised to see who was on the other side.

"John!" she said, smiling. "You're awake."

The colonel nodded. "Yep, just woke up. The doc asked me to check up on you."

"I'm fine. It's you she should be worried about. You scared me," John nodded.

"Did I wake you?" he asked seeing the unmade bed past her shoulder.

"I was just resting my eyes," she said. There was a silence between them, John looked around and then glanced at Teyla.

"What do you think happened to us?" Teyla frowned, slightly taken back by the Colonel's question.

"Nothing we can't fix," she reassured him.

John nodded. "Right, well, I better go," John said and then started down the corridor.

"John!" Teyla called out to him. Sheppard stopped walking and looked over his shoulder at her.

"Did Jennifer tell you, we have a debriefing tonight, right after dinner" John nodded and then started down the corridor again. Teyla watched him go and quietly closed the door.

Xxx

Ronan couldn't quite explain it, but ever since he had gotten back to Atlantis, he had had a certain energy inside him that had yet to tire. He pounded at the practice dummy. Ignoring the pain in his arms, the burn in his chest and the harshness of his breath, he continued to mercilessly beat at the dummy. Feeling a sudden rush of adrenalin he jumped high in the air, kicking the dummy with as much force as he could muster. As he landed, Ronon looked at the damage he had done. The dummy no long stood in its place. Rather lay crushed and broken on the floor. Ronon glanced down at his hands, his eyes wide, his knuckles bloody.

Xxx

Rodney only half listened to Mr. Woolsey as he droned on about the latest mission. He found his concentration wandering, glancing at the room around him. He looked at each one of his teammates. John was cradling his head in one hand while he doodled on the scrap paper in front of him. Teyla was fanning herself with a poorly made paper fan. Ronon, however, was nowhere to be seen. He wasn't surprised when the runner strolled in late, a towel slung over his shoulder.

"Mr Dex, your late…again," Woolsey said with a sigh. Ronon sat down next to Teyla.

"I lost track of time," he mumbled in reply.

"May I remind you that tardiness will not be tolerated," the commander said. Ronon stared at him with a blank expression.

"Whatever," Ronon grunted his reply, slouching in his seat. Woolsey sighed and got back to his speech.

"Well apart from the colonel, is anyone else feeling any side effects from the cloud?" he asked, looking at each occupant in the room. His eyes rested on Teyla, who was empting a jug of water into her glass. Teyla drank down her glass of water, then, slamming it down on the table, hastily poured another.

"Miss Emmagen" Teyla stopped short of bringing the glass to her lips and glanced at the commander. At his raised eyebrows, she pushed the jug in to the middle of table and then cleared her throat.

"Sorry, thirsty" John glanced at her. She was sweating again. Her cheeks were red; there was something defiantly wrong with her. Maybe the cloud did do something, but that still does not explain why only he and Teyla were feeling the side effects. His eyes travelled to Woolsey again.

"I still don't trust that woman," he heard Woolsey say although the mans lips did not move. John frowned.

"Her and those primitive people she calls family, I don't even know why she is on this team"
John jolted up from his seat, anger evident in his expression.

"You take that back!" Woolsey jumped at the Colonel's sudden ferocity.

"Excuse me," he said, quickly recovering.

John glanced round the room, taking in everyone's surprised expressions. "Pardon me… I've got to… go," John started for the door and walked through with out a single look back. He could feel his heart hammering against his chest. He had finely discovered what the constant hum in his head was.

They were voices.

Sorry about the wait guys, i got back from hols then i had to write a new chapter a few days after. becuase my muse thought she were still on vacation!! but i talked some scense in to her :P