A/N- Only 1 more review and I hit 50, yay. This one is a little short as well, but the next one is much, much longer I promise.
John slowly opened his eyes his vision still blurry from being knocked out. He found himself unable to move any of his extremities and as he looked around the room he saw that it was filled with empty cocoons except for one which contained the only other occupant in the room he groaned at seeing who it was, "Teyla you awake?" he said defeat marring his features of all the people he had to watch die she was the last one he wanted to see die.
"Yes John," she said sleepily she had obviously just woken up as well.
"Dammit it Teyla why couldn't you have just followed my orders and stayed in the Jumper," he asked his anger surfaced not at her insubordination but the fact that he might end up watching her get fed on by the wraith.
She was momentarily confused by his anger but responded with her own nonetheless, "I was not ready to leave you for dead yet."
"Yeah I see how great your rescue plan went either you get to watch me get fed on or I get to watch you get fed on."
"Well perhaps next time I will leave you behind," She said attempting to get her anger under control and make their last few hours civil at least.
"There won't be a next time Teyla I don't see any way for us to get out of here do you?"
"No John I do not," she said her eyes darting around the room looking for anything she hadn't brought any weapons with her because she knew she wasn't allowed to fight. "Colonel Carter should send a rescue team to extract us."
"Doubt it I don't think Carter is going to be sending a team," he said glancing down and trying to lean back.
"Why?" she asked completely confused.
"Well the ship is probably in hyperspace so they couldn't get on the ship even if they wanted to and if we drop out chances are pretty low that any ships are in range."
She looked down trying to think of another possible rescue but was unable to think of one, "I'm sorry John."
"You should have stayed in the jumper with Kanaan," he spat upset with her and his dislike for Kanaan showing.
"Do you have a problem with Kanaan?" she asked trying to be angry with him, but her it came out as genuine curiosity.
He thought for a few moments looking down he mumbled, "Might as well tell you," he looked up at her their eyes locking; "Yes I have one big problem with Kanaan."
"Why you two have never met?"
"You really have no idea?" he asked incredulously.
"No John I do not," she asked confusion spreading across her face.
"He has something I don't," he said hoping she would understand and he wouldn't have to spell it out for her; he hated to talk about emotional stuff, but she should at least know before they expired. Upon seeing her face he knew that she still did not understand what he was talking about, "You." His voice sounded defeated, he didn't want to talk about it anymore he hoped she'd just drop it.
Her eyes went wide in shock her mouth opened and closed several times as she attempted to say something but found herself unable to. "What?" she finally managed after several attempts.
Her own shock, disbelief, surprise threw him off. "You, Teyla he got you I didn't," he said looking down avoiding her inquiring gaze.
She blinked several times at him still staring at him, "You…You wanted me?"
"Yes. You mean you had no idea?"
"No," she said lowering her own gaze.
"Well I'm glad I never made my intention clearer," he said looking down again trying to accept the fact that the woman he loved didn't return any of his affections.
"Why?" Her mind was still reeling from the idea that he…he wanted her, know he was saying he was glad he'd never told her? They might have had something.
"That would have destroyed our friendship and I wouldn't want to have that," he explained his gaze returning to her face briefly.
"Are you so sure?" she asked her gaze momentarily returning to him in time to see his own confused look.
"Yeah Teyla I'm pretty sure if I'd told you our friendship would have taken a hit, and not one of mine more like one of Ronon's." he smiled at his attempted joke, which fell flat. Now wasn't the time for jokes.
"That wasn't what I meant," now it was her turn to be uncomfortable with the tone of the conversation. As she looked around the holding room, her eyes looking everywhere but at the man to her left, she thought it ironic that of the many places she'd pictured telling him this a Wraith holding cell had never come up.
"Than what did you mean?" he asked earnestly.
"You never asked."
He stared at her total bewilderment written across his face, "What?"
She smiled at him hoping that against all odds Pegasus's playboy would be ready to settle down and…and love her. "You should have asked John I might have said yes."
"Well it's too late now isn't it?" His voice was filled with longing and what-might-have-been. It pained both of them to hear it.
"It is never too late John," she whispered her voice barely audible to the point where she was unsure if he could hear her.
"Thanks but I think after you got pregnant it was a little too late for anything to happen between us," she had no response. She wasn't sure that she would be ready to leave Kanaan, a man who had his own claim on her heart, for John, a man from another galaxy who seemed to have just entered the ring thinking they were about to die, they were the only two men in her life—apart from her father—who she'd…who she'd loved.
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They'd been left in silence for what she estimated to be about half an hour when she heard something, "John do you hear that?" It sounded like footsteps.
"Yeah I think they're coming to get us," he said as calmly as he could.
"Perhaps it is the rescue team," she said not believing her own words. With one look at John she knew that he felt the same sense of doom that she did.
As the footsteps grew louder she was able to hear three different sets of them. "John it is the wraith I sense them."
"Teyla I want you to know," he started as he heard the footsteps almost around the corner, "That I love you." He'd already pretty much told her but if he was going to die he wanted to say the words to her. He was surprised how much courage imminent death had given him.
She looked up at him and opened her mouth to respond when the lead wraith entered the room hissing at them in order to shut them up. It stood in the middle of the room eying the two. It saw their fear. Slowly it turned to John eying him for a minute before it began to approach him slowly. His tone morose he looked at Teyla, "Goodbye Teyla," he said sadly.
"John," she said desperately as the wraith looked at John up close for a minute before ripping his shirt exposing his chest from which the wraith would feed.
"John I…I," she started but was unable to finish.
He barely acknowledged what she had attempted to say with a look of pure sorrow, "I'm sorry Teyla." He said attempting to come to grips with the fact that they were both dead.
"For what John?" she said hurriedly knowing they had very little time left.
"You're going to die and I wasn't…I wasn't strong enough to protect you," he said lowering his head preparing for the wraith to begin the feeding process. He never heard her response as the wraith forced its hand onto John's chest he finally accepted that Teyla was dead and nothing would be able to save her. After that thought he felt nothing not the wraith draining his life-force he didn't hear Teyla's screams and didn't feel the wraith enzyme flooding his body nothing, just total inky black nothingness.
She sensed the Wraith move away from John and looked up at him but rather than the old grizzled face she was expecting to see she saw the same man who she had been arguing with a few hours before. He looked like he was still alive, "John are you?" however from the way his head was hanging she knew that he wouldn't be answering her. She was totally confused the Wraith had to have fed on John and yet John was still young.
"How did your companion kill himself?" the Wraith asked calmly, curiosity temporarily overwhelming its anger at being denied a meal. She continued staring at John, her eyes locked with his he looked as if he would wake up and smile at her at any second but the Wraith had just told her that he was dead. "How has your companion killed himself?" The voice was angrier now, the curiosity was there but now it was mixed with anger, hate, and fear. What did the Wraith fear?
A/N- Hope you enjoyed, I copied and pasted that last bit from the last chapter to make sure that it was obvious beyond all reasonable doubt that John is dead. Soooo you'll end up reading that again.