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Okay, I signed up to pinch-hit for [ profile] john_teyla_fic; that ficathon was due November 21st, and there were still two people waiting for fic. By coincidence, one of them was [ profile] jeyla4ever, for whom I wrote Adrift for the [ profile] sg_rarepairings ficathon. Anyway, I liked her Mensa AU prompt, and took it, and wrote it. And realized that it was more about McKay than Sheppard and Teyla. And while Adrift is a good story, it's not quite what she'd asked for, either.


Since my internet was down and I couldn't post it then anyway, I wrote a story for one of her other prompts, and this one is definitely J/T. By the time it was ready to post, my internet was back up. (Yay!) And then I realized that I had forgotten to actually join [ profile] john_teyla_fic, didn't have the link anywhere, and didn't even remember how I heard they needed backup writers in the first place.


But, well, here they are at last. (Sorry for they wait, [ profile] jeyla4ever!)


by [ profile] beatrice_otter

Rating: PG
Category: Angst
Word Count: 1,823
Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me and I am making no money off it
Spoilers: none
Prompt: Angst/Romance: John and Teyla are stranded, Teyla's injuries severe and
dying if she doesn't get medical attention soon; admits his love for her...
Summary: A mission gone wrong.

John could have sworn he felt his heart skip a beat when he saw the arrow protruding from Teyla’s chest. She collapsed to her knees, and her eyes rolled back in her head as she passed out. “Shit!” he screamed, as he swung around and shot the enemy they’d both missed in the undergrowth. He scanned the area quickly to see if they’d missed any more of the locals before dropping to check her. She still had a pulse, albeit a slow, thready one; good. He grabbed her and made his way through the woods, trying to be as stealthy as possible. The natives were only armed with bows and some kind of spear that they hurled with a stick, but they were accurate and there were a lot of them. And they could camouflage themselves like nobody’s business.

There! He spotted a large bush growing around the base of a tree, and a gap through its branches he figured he could get them through. Hopefully there would be enough room under there for both of them. And no man-eating animals. “Sorry about this,” he muttered to Teyla—who still hadn’t regained consciousness—as he dragged her in and tried to rearrange some of the branches to conceal the entrance. He checked her pulse again; still there, thank God. He knew better than to try to remove the arrow; that wicked barbed head would probably do more damage coming out than it did going in. She was bleeding, but not too badly for a chest wound; he grabbed a bandage out of one of the pockets on his vest and packed it around the arrow to help stop the bleeding. Without a med kit, that was all he could do; they’d been forced to leave behind most of their gear in the escape from the village.

He toggled his radio on; he’d been forced to turn it off in the escape, lest the noise give them away. This bush wasn’t the first one they’d gone to ground in. “McKay, Ronon,” he said quietly. “What’s your status?”

“Oh, thank God!” McKay replied. “I was sure you were both dead. Why haven’t you been responding?”

“They could hear my radio,” Sheppard said. “We had to turn them off. Are you at the Gate?”

“No, but we’re close to it,” Ronon said. “Need us to come back and get you?”

“Nah, we’re about three klicks on the other side of the village and these woods are swarming with natives. You’d never make it on foot, and Teyla needs medical assistance right now.” He swallowed, lowering his voice again. “Get to the Gate, dial Atlantis, and tell them to send a Jumper with a squad of Marines and Doctor Beckett. I’ll leave my radio on so the Jumper can find me, but don’t contact us unless it’s an emergency. This isn’t the first time we’ve thought we lost them.”

“Right,” said Ronon.

“How badly is—”

“McKay,” Ronon growled, cutting the scientist off. “No talking.”

The radio went silent, and John sank back with a sigh. Another thing he wished he had was his earpiece; then he could have listened in without fear of being overheard.

He stretched out as much as he could in the cramped hollow; with Teyla laid out flat, there wasn’t much room for him. He stroked her hair, gently. John wished he could take her head in his lap, but weak as she was that might run the risk of cutting off her air supply. It was always hard as hell to watch a friend or teammate get injured; it was worse when it was Teyla. God! Sitting here helpless. He forced his breathing to even out and slow down. Hyperventilating wouldn’t help the situation.

He wished he had a coat or something to put over her, to keep her warm and prevent shock. But their coats had been taken with everything else, and unlike his vest they hadn’t been able to snag them in their escape. And there wasn’t enough room in this little hole in the brush to lie next to her and keep her warm with body heat.

Teyla shifted under his hands, and let out a small moan. John covered her lips with his hand to muffle it, praying there weren’t any natives in earshot. She started thrashing, trying to escape it.

“Shhh,” Teyla, he said quietly. “It’s me, John. We need to be quiet.”

It seemed to get through to her. “ … John?”

“Teyla.” John closed his eyes, feeling weak from relief as she responded.

“ … happened?”

“We got captured by natives, don’t know what they call themselves. Gear was taken. We managed to escape, but had to split up. Rodney and Ronon are headed for the Gate; they should be bringing through a squad of Marines and Doctor Beckett, any second now. You just rest until they get here.”

Teyla listened to this with glazed, uncomprehending eyes. She tried to shift, and moaned again.

“You have an arrow in your chest.” Sheppard unclenched his jaw. “I’m leaving it there till Beckett gets here; I don’t want to risk taking it out.” He thought she understood him, but it was hard to tell.

Her eyes drifted closed again, and John let his head fall back on the roots behind him, trying not to think about things like ‘internal bleeding’ and ‘organ damage.’ He checked her bandages; she hadn’t bled through them. If she was losing enough blood to make her woozy, it wasn’t coming out.

Where were they? Surely his teammates had had time to get to the Gate by now. Were they all right? Were they captured? Injured? Dead? He could feel Teyla’s every breath, hand resting on her chest. It seemed each breath was shallower than the last.

He listened intently to the sounds the forest made; there was no sign at all that there was anyone else for miles. Their former captors were incredible hunters, but apparently not so great with the teamwork; the guy who shot Teyla had probably been entirely alone, no backup. So if they’d lost everyone else—and given the amount of rocky ground they’d gone over and streams they’d waded through, it was pretty likely that they had—there might not be anyone within several miles.

“I don’t know if you can hear me, Teyla,” he said quietly. “But I just … wanted to make sure this got said, even if you can’t. I don’t know what I’d do without you. You’re the one who makes the team hang together, despite Rodney’s arrogance and Ronon’s aloofness and my laid-backness. You’re the one who makes me hang together.” He clenched his jaw, listening to her breath rasping quietly.

“I think I’m in love with you,” he said at last. “I just …really don’t want to screw up our friendship or the team dynamic, and I’ve never managed a long-term relationship, before. Truth to tell, I’ve never really wanted one, before, and it’s kind of freaking me out that ... it wouldn’t be out of the question at the moment. To have a long-term relationship, with you.” He took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I’m sorry if I’ve been giving out kinda mixed signals.” John shook his head. “Y’know, if it turns out that the only kiss we ever have is the one when I was turning into a freaking bug I’m going to be seriously annoyed at life.”

His head shot up at a faint noise in the distance. It sounded like—

“Colonel Sheppard, do you copy?” Stackhouse’s voice crackled out of his radio.

“I’m here. What’s your ETA?” Oh, thank God, he thought.

“We’ll be there in two minutes. Scanners aren’t picking up anyone else in your vicinity.”

“Good to know. I’ll be waiting outside the hole I’ve got Teyla stashed in. Make sure Beckett’s ready to go as soon as you land, she’s not doing so hot.”


John let go of Teyla’s hand, pausing when she made a noise. He looked down to find her watching him, eyes just as glazed as the last time she’d been awake. “They’re just about here. I’m gonna go out and show them where we are. You’re gonna be just fine.”

He turned away from Teyla and began forcing his way through the bushes, making the hole larger as he went, and wishing he had a machete to hack some of the branches back. He remembered it being bigger, somehow; getting her out without further injury was going to be a challenge. By the time he had a decent sized opening made again, the jumper was down and Beckett was out with his medical kit.

Two days later Teyla was stable and allowed visitors. He came in with the rest of the team, and mostly sat there while Rodney talked about what a screwed-up mission it had been, what idiocies his fellow scientists were committing as he spoke, what the mess hall was serving, and what new toys the Daedalus would bring for his lab on its next run. John inserted comments and corrections here and there, trying to seem normal, and resisting the urge to run his hand over Teyla’s arm, the one not hooked up to anything. Ronon didn’t say much.

After about half an hour, Doctor Beckett poked his head through the curtains that blocked off Teyla’s bed from the main infirmary. “I’m terribly sorry, gentlemen, but I’m afraid visiting hours are over for now,” he said. “I want to make sure she gets plenty of rest. That was a close one. You’re welcome to come back in a few hours, once she’s had a bit of rest.”

“Aw, come on, Doc, just ten more minutes,” John said, with his most charming smile. He’d seen the way her eyelids were drooping, but he could be quiet. He could even make Rodney shut up, if only by siccing Ronon on him.

“I’m sorry, Colonel,” Beckett replied. “But she was in surgery for almost eight hours. Even with Ancient technology to keep the trauma to a minimum, that takes a great deal out of a person.” He stood there as they trooped out, Rodney complaining as usual.

“John,” Teyla said as he left.

“Yeah?” He turned to face her.

“I do not remember much after being shot, and what I do remember is quite … indistinct,” she said. “And I believe I may have been hallucinating for at least a part of that time, but I seem to recall you speaking to me. I think it may have been important. Was it?”

John paused, conscious of Doctor Beckett standing next to him, Rodney and Ronon waiting behind him, and a busy infirmary full of Marines and scientists behind them. He thought about friendship, and team, and mission, and the reasons behind the rules. He ignored the pain in his chest. “Not really, no.”


by [ profile] beatrice_otter

Rating: PG
Category: character piece
Word Count: 1,327
Disclaimer: None of this belongs to me and I am making no money off it
Spoilers: McKay and Mrs. Miller
Prompt: Romance/Comical: Mensa John and Quiet Teyla, perhaps through Rod's POV. How it started, where they are at in their relationship. What you don't want: Non-consensual sex, character death.
Summary: What he didn't notice at the time.

It took Rod almost a week after returning home to his own Atlantis to figure out what it was that had bothered him. It was a sensation he was way too familiar with; he’d spent most of his life trying to figure out how to read the clues of inflection and body language that everybody else seemed to pick up automatically. He’d decided at a young age that he didn’t like being on the outside looking in, and had applied himself to the study of Human behavior with almost as much effort as he’d put into physics and computer systems, though people were usually a lot harder to figure out. He’d gotten pretty good at it, he thought, though he still didn’t always quite get all the connections until after the fact.

It clicked while John was ragging on him about not spotting the harmonic feedback loop in the power-regulation system until John pointed it out.

“Huh,” he said.

“Yeah, Rod,” John said, slouched back on the bench, left hand tangled in Teyla’s hair, “that’s what I’ve been telling you all along.” He grinned. “Your physics expertise is no match for my combination of math mojo and common sense.” He tossed a piece of fruit rind left over from dinner at the team’s other scientist.

“No, actually, I was thinking about something else,” Rod said smoothly, ignoring the temptation to fire back. “Your counterpart on the other Atlantis.” He remembered joking with the alternate team in the mess hall, John and Teyla next to each other as always, a lot like now. Except there was never less than a foot of space between the two counterparts.

“What, the jock?” John snorted. “Whatever it is, it’s not going to get you out of admitting that I saved Atlantis from being blown into smithereens on your watch.”

Right. At worst, given another two weeks of neglect, the loop would have caused that particular power station to blow. “I don’t think he was involved with the Teyla of that universe.” Which was probably the oddest thing about it, since he’d always thought Teyla and John made the perfect couple, and their counterparts hadn’t been that different.

“Yeah, well, we’ve already established that he was a knuckle-dragger,” John replied. “Though I will admit, I hadn’t thought he was that stupid.”

“I don’t think it’s surprising,” Ronon said. “You’ve already told us how different everyone was.” He looked at the buffet line contemplatively.

Teyla gave a little snort and snuggled in closer to her … well, lover was the closest term English had to the Athosian word that described her relationship with John. The carved benches they’d found on Alaris were one of the little things he’d missed in the other Atlantis; they made the mess hall seem less utilitarian, and he enjoyed watching others cuddle even if he’d never found anyone to cuddle with, himself.

“You have the same genes, obviously, so the raw intelligence must be there,” Rod countered with a smile. “After all, he was the military commander of Atlantis, and they wouldn’t have done that if he was stupid.”

“Use it or lose it,” John said with a shrug. “And the military tends to be leery of putting eggheads—even uniformed ones like yours truly—in positions of command. They tend to favor grunts and tight-asses like Summers, particularly for units in harms way.”

“He didn’t seem like a tight-ass to me,” Rod objected, keeping his voice even and easy. His own counterpart wouldn’t have bothered, he was sure.

John shrugged. “I don’t insist on that interpretation. But I’d bet he hasn’t even tried with her because he’s trying to impose Air Force non-fraternization regulations on his team, despite the fact that the rest of his team isn’t Air Force.” He checked his watch. “Now, ordinarily, I think no-frat rules are a very good idea. But given the fact that our team has always been closer than most families, and given that Teyla would so totally kick my ass if she thought I was favoring her or putting her above the mission, it’s kind of a moot point.”

“Yeah, I see what you’re getting at,” Rod said. He thought back, to all the times a mission had gone to Hell and only luck, skill, and an iron determination that they would all make it had led them home. He couldn’t imagine sex would make more difficult to let the greater good dictate their actions when there was no other way. “Their team dynamic was very different, but I’d say they were pretty close.”

“Well, of course I’m right,” John said with a smirk and a look that said, aren’t I always? He pressed a kiss to the top of Teyla’s head. “Sumner’s called a meeting for team leaders. I’ve got to get up to the briefing room.”

“The Marines can wait a few minutes to be beaten into humility,” Teyla replied. “I’ll walk with you.” She nodded good-bye to Rod and Ronon and the two sauntered out, arm in arm as always.

Ronon stood and grabbed his plate. Rod watched him head back for seconds, then shook his head and headed back to his lab.

“John had a pretty good idea about the no-frat thing, I thought,” Rod said, parrying Teyla’s blows. “But I can’t believe he wouldn’t recognize the fact that we really are all too close for them to really do much good whether or not there’s sex involved.”

Teyla ignored him as usual, and he had to stop talking as her attack became more serious. Ten seconds later it was over.

“Oh, now that was a neat trick,” Rod said, rubbing his left leg. “You’ll have to show me how to do it, I don’t think I’ve seen it before.” Wincing, he shoved himself into a sitting position, and from there to his feet. He worked through a portion of his warm-up exercises to ensure that everything was working properly.

Teyla demonstrated the move slowly enough for him to follow it, and he copied her. Conversation ended for a while as Rod focused on the new move, committing it to muscle-memory while the evening sun slanted through the windows. By the time he had it down well enough that he was confident he could practice it on his own, their lesson was almost over and it was time to cool down.

“I just think it’s weird that this universe is the one where the two of you are together.” Rod bent over at the waist, arms dangling, then came up slowly, stretching out his back muscles. Teyla gave no sign that she was listening, but Rod didn’t let it bother him; she almost never did. “I mean, you were a bit more outgoing, but John was far more personable. Our John is my best friend and I love him like a brother, but you have to admit he can be a bit of an asshole at times.” Rod stretched out one Achilles tendon and then the other. “The other John could be a little bit snarky, but he didn’t have quite the same edge as ours. Definitely not an asshole that I ever saw. He was … smoother, but it wasn’t fake or anything, it was just how he was. The kind of guy that gets all the girls, in my experience. Weird.” Stretches done, he began walking slowly around the room, paying attention to his heart rate which was slowly returning to normal.

“Perhaps he was too smooth,” Teyla said.

Rod looked up at her in surprise to find her fingering an old scar on the outside of her right arm, the one she’d never told anyone how she’d gotten. “Too smooth? Like I said, he was pretty natural about it, not creepy or like he was trying too hard or anything. Can one be too smooth?”

Teyla grabbed her bag and opened the door. “Yes,” she said as she left. “One can.”

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Date: 2007-01-25 11:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
Wow, thanks so much for writing *two* stories!

Arrows: aww, poor John! Laying his heart out like that and Teyla not remembering. Maybe next time he'll try it when she's lucid ;)

Smooth: you know, I had trouble imagining smooth Rod and quiet Teyla and how they would interact, but this works perfectly - especially the ending.

Thank you :)

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Date: 2007-01-26 09:05 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I love both of these fics (found my way here by [ profile] purple_cube's reference). I *really* liked the look into the Mensa AU, and I also liked Rod's observations of the two sets of John and Teyla. You've got me curious about that scar of AU Teyla's too, by the way. ;) Great work!

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Date: 2007-02-10 06:38 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I meant to head here when I saw [ profile] purple_cube's note about it, but it took me a while. I really enjoyed both of these fics. I love the angst of John in the first, and I completely believe that he would lie to her at the end. All the reasons for not having a relationship still apply, after all. And I love Mensa AU! I, too, find it interesting that AU John and Teyla would be together. What a great idea!

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Date: 2007-08-06 06:32 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile]
I like both stories. I could totally picture the end of 'arrows' in the infirmary. Team interaction and John stepping back.
And the AU version is quite interesting !


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