Forget Me Not chapter 2
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AN: This chapter contains mention of events from The Legacy series by Jo Graham and Melissa Scott.
John was shocked, his mind whirling in confusion. With just a few sentences, Teyla had just yanked the rug from beneath his feet. A gentle hand on his shoulder pulled him from his thoughts and he looked up into two pairs of concerned blue eyes.
“Rodney, why don’t you take the Colonel and get some lunch?” Carson’s tone said that he had a pretty good idea what those words had done to his friend.
Rodney nodded, shaking off his own confusion. “Um, sure, that sounds good.” He grabbed John gently around the arm and tugged him to his feet. “C’mon Sheppard, I heard they got a shipment of honey turkey and some Doritos in.”
John shook off his lethargy and let Rodney pull him along. “Yeah, sure. Sounds good.” He glanced down at himself. “I want to stop by my quarters and change. I’m not going to lunch in scrubs.”
As soon as the pair left, Carson settled on a stool at Teyla’s side. “How’re ya feelin’, lass?”
Teyla closed her eyes for a moment. “My head hurts, and the skin on my hands and face feels tight and sore. How did this happen?”
Carson shined his penlight into her eyes, checking her pupils. “Well, lass, I need to ask ye some questions. What’s the last thing you remember?”
She frowned, a crease forming between her elegant brows. “I remember you and the others returning from Earth and that Major Sheppard is now a Lieutenant Colonel. Everything else is a jumble of flashes that make no sense.”
Carson patted her on the arm. “Don’t worry about it, lass. You took a hard hit to the head an’ it’s not unusual for that to cause some memory loss. I’ll have some lunch sent in for you then we’ll see about getting you up and around. I’ll probably let you leave the infirmary to see if being in the city shakes yer memories into place, but I ask that you spend your nights here.”
Teyla nodded. “That is reasonable, Doctor Beckett.” He stood to leave, but she stopped him. “Doctor, is there something wrong with Colonel Sheppard?”
“You may call me Carson.” Carson returned to the stool. “Nothing too serious. He got knocked in the head and I had to pick a wee amount of glass splinters out of his hide, but that’s it. Why do ye ask?”
“The Colonel looks … tired and he seems older than I remember him appearing. You and Doctor McKay also seem … different.” She frowned again. “According to your calendar, what year is this?”
Carson looked at her, a thoughtful look on his face. “What year do you think it is?”
“2005.”
Carson smiled, though his eyes were full of concern. “I’m sorry lass, but it’s 2011.”
Teyla sat upright, shock on her face. “You are telling me that I have lost six years?”
Carson shook his head as he placed a calming hand on her shoulder. “Not lost, just misplaced. I’m sure they will come back once yer brain chemistry settles and yer brain heals.” Settling back on his stool, Carson made some notes on her chart. “Now, I’m going to send for some lunch for ya, and if yer still feelin’ alright, I may let ye out o’ here tomorrow.”
Teyla shook her head in denial. “I do not wish to stay here. I feel fine and would like to go to my quarters.”
“Nay, lass.” Carson gazed at her with sympathy. “Until yer brain chemistry equals out, I want you here at night in case there are any problems. I’ve dealt with this type of injury afore, and the rememberin’ can be rather traumatic sometimes.”
Teyla crossed her arms in a huff and acquiesced with ill grace. “Very well, since you insist.”
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John’s mind was still a mass of confusion as he and Rodney moved through the halls. Teyla’s response had thrown him completely. She had called him by his name for years now, and she’d recently told him that she loved it when he called her sweetie. She’d told him that it made her feel special. Now that was gone and his heart felt like a Jumper had landed on it.
As if sensing his thoughts, Rodney spoke up. “She’ll be fine, Sheppard. Carson will figure out what’s wrong and fix her.”
For some reason, Rodney’s answer irritated him. “Dammit, McKay, she’s not a car. You can’t just pop the hood and fix her.”
Rodney flushed at the comment. “I know that.” He took a deep breath. “Look, whatever happens, we’re here for you - both of you.”
“I know.”
Rodney stepped inside with John when they reached his and Teyla’s quarters. John stopped and looked around, pain shining in his eyes. Walking into their bedroom, he slumped down on the bench at the foot of the bed, forearms braced on his thighs, hands dangling loosely between his knees, head drooping towards his chest. After a few moments, John looked up at his friend. “Rodney, what am I going to do if she never remembers us? Hell, I don’t even know what to tell Torren. It’s just a good thing he’s with Halling and Jinto right now.”
Rodney knelt in front of John, placing a hand on one drooping shoulder. “Sheppard … John, I promise you, we’ll get through this. You can tell him that Teyla’s off on a mission.”
John shook his head, not looking up. “That would only work until someone said her name or he saw her in the mess hall. I’d have to keep the kid locked up and I’m not going to do that. I can keep him away for a few days and hope it’s enough.” He took a deep breath, struggling for control as he released it. “I have a week to figure it out and hope her memory comes back. After that, I’ll tell him the truth and we’ll get by.” A touch on his shoulder had him looking up.
“We’ll get through this, John. Just remember you’re not alone.”
John scrubbed his hands across his face. “Yeah, you’re right.” He stood and headed for the bathroom. Grabbing some clothes, he turned to look at Rodney. “I’m gonna hop in the shower. Make yourself comfortable.”
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Liang and Amelia were on duty when an odd request came in over the frequency that they had given to the Travelers. After listening for a moment, Liang turned to Woolsey. “Sir, we have received a transmission from Larrin of the Storm Chaser, requesting permission to land. She says she needs to make repairs to her ship that can’t be made in space.”
Woolsey frowned. He knew of her history with Colonel Sheppard and cursed the woman’s lousy timing. Carson had informed him of Colonel Sheppard and Teyla’s conditions. Just having her here was going to be an additional stress that his Military Commander did not need right now, but the Travelers were also allies and Coalition members. Refusing could be very bad. “Very well, tell them to come ahead and alert Major Lorne.”
Liang acknowledged the order and set about his work.
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John, Rodney and Ronon had just finished lunch when John’s radio chirped. Even though he wasn’t on duty, he still had his transceiver with him. Rodney and Ronon watched in concern as the smile that John had been wearing for the last several minutes vanished, his jaw tensing as it did.
“Thanks for letting me know. Keep a team on each entrance armed with stunners and another team nearby as floaters. No one enters the city without being searched and escorted, especially her. Sheppard out.” Clicking off his radio, John stood. “Thanks for lunch guys, and for the distraction. We have a visitor that I really don’t want to see, so I’m going to make myself scarce.” He grimaced as he picked up his empty tray. “I’ve no desire to be kidnapped again. See ya later.” With that he hurried off, dumping his tray and disappearing.
Ronon looked at Rodney. “Larrin?”
Rodney nodded. “I presume so. She’s the only person alive in this galaxy that we know of who would want to kidnap him.” He looked over at Ronon. “Keep an eye on him. I have a bad feeling.”
Ronon nodded. “Was planning on it. He’s my brother. I’ve always got his back whether he wants it or not.”
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Larrin was impatient as her pilot carefully guided the ship down towards the floating city. Part of her impatience stemmed from wanting to get the repairs done so they could return to space. The larger part of her wanted the repairs to take longer so she could spend more time with the yummy Colonel Sheppard. Every time she saw him at a Coalition meeting, she was struck by his masculinity and the aura of power that covered him like a cloak. Hopefully Teyla was out of the city; otherwise she’d never get near Sheppard.
As the Storm Chaser settled, she made her way to the ship’s gangway. Stepping out, she was met by a slim, blond soldier and a team of four. The soldier stepped forward.
“Ma’am, I’m Lieutenant Waters and I am your escort. Director Woolsey has asked that you meet with him.”
Larrin plastered on her best smile. She’d been hoping for Sheppard or the almost-as-delicious Lorne. “Certainly, Lieutenant. Lead the way.”
Larrin was as surreptitious about her rubbernecking as she could be. The city was truly a marvel. Gazing around, she could imagine how good her clan’s ships originally looked and wondered if they could ever be that way again.
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On Carson’s suggestion, Dusty, Miko, Jennifer, and Ronon used pictures and recreated Teyla’s original quarters in hope that it would jog her memory. They used a room on the team’s floor because her original room had a current occupant. John helped them locate things, taking pictures of each item before it was moved, but he stayed in their quarters because anything else was too painful.
Zelenka and Rodney had an engineering team working on Larrin’s ship. They wanted her gone as quickly as possible. Each of the scientists had a Marine guard so Larrin couldn’t kidnap another gene carrier.
Standing on his balcony just after sun rise, staring down at the docked ship, John decided to make sure she couldn’t get away with anyone. *”Lantis, activate the docking system on the pier. I want that ship locked down until repairs are complete.”*
*”May I ask why?”*
John’s jaw tightened in remembrance. *”Because Larrin kidnapped me, beat me, and tried to keep me for breeding purposes. None of her people have the ATA gene, so she thought she’d improve the genetic mix.”*
Atlantis was silent for a moment. *”I see. It is done.”*
As she spoke, John saw the soap bubble shine of the docking shield go up. That ship would not be leaving with any of his people or him.
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After breakfast, Teyla was released from the infirmary. Dusty offered to act as guide and confidant. Carson had filled the Marine in on what had happened and cautioned her on saying too much. Fortunately, Dusty was quite willing to just be company and let the Athosian rediscover her past with no interference.
“Sergeant Mehra, are we friends?” Teyla asked without turning from her tour.
Dusty pondered her answer. “We are. We’ve been friends for a while now, and because we’re friends, you can call me Dusty.”
“Would you answer some questions for me?”
“If I can,” Dusty told her. “Doc Beckett gave me strict instructions on what I could and could not answer. He even showed me the big needle he said would be in my future if I screwed up.”
“Have we defeated the Wraith?”
Dusty chuckled. “No, but it’s not for lack of trying. They’ve been fighting amongst themselves a lot lately, plus Queen Death really did a number on them.”
Teyla stopped dead in her tracks, a confused look on her face. “Queen Death?”
Dusty took a deep breath. “Yeah, she rose up and started giving the other Queens two options: join or die. Any Queen that refused to join her was killed. “
Teyla winced in sudden pain. Dusty grabbed her arm to support her and steered Teyla over to a wall.
“Teyla, you alright?”
Teyla nodded. Taking a deep breath, she straightened. “I am fine. Our conversation triggered some memories.”
Looking around, Dusty spotted one of the seating nooks. Still holding her arm, Dusty steered Teyla towards it and pushed her to a seat. “What did you remember?”
Teyla closed her eyes for a moment to center herself. “I remember being on a Hive ship chasing a Wraith that looked like Dr. McKay with a man with long hair and Colonel Sheppard. There were several flashes from a stunner and Colonel Sheppard was on the floor unconscious. Next there was another bright flash and the three of us were on a ship with a blond woman who appeared very concerned.”
Dusty recognized the events. “Can you remember their names - the long-haired man and the woman?”
Teyla stared off into the distance, a look of concentration on her features. “The woman, her name has to do with a mode of transport such as a wagon.”
Dusty smiled. That was close to the Wraith translation of Carter’s name. “Mmmm … a cart, maybe?”
“A cart?” Teyla rolled that thought through her mind. “A cart … cart … Carter.” Teyla suddenly sat up straight. “That is Colonel Carter.”
Dusty smiled. “Yep. That is Colonel Samantha Carter.”
“The man … he was a Runner.”
Dusty nodded. “He was. You and Colonel Sheppard encountered him on an uninhabited world.”
Teyla stood, pacing for several feet either direction as if the motion helped her thoughts. “Ronon. His name is Ronon.” She abruptly sat down again, clutching her head. “So many faces … names … places. It is almost … overwhelming.”
Dusty took her hands, steadying her. “Just take it easy. Don’t force it and the memories will come.”
Teyla closed her eyes once again. “I see … Colonel Sheppard in so many of my memories. Sometimes we are here, in the city; other times we are on different worlds. In some he is wearing the grey uniform, other times he is wearing black or he is wearing,” Teyla stopped, a light blush blooming on her cheeks, “his … civilian clothes.”
Dusty snorted. She had a feeling that jeans and a button down shirt weren’t the only things Teyla had remembered seeing the Colonel in. She stood, drawing Teyla with her. “I think you need some lunch and a nap. I don’t want to explain to Carson that I let you pass out in a hallway.”
Taking a deep breath, Teyla nodded. “I believe that you are correct.”
AN: This chapter contains mention of events from The Legacy series by Jo Graham and Melissa Scott.
John was shocked, his mind whirling in confusion. With just a few sentences, Teyla had just yanked the rug from beneath his feet. A gentle hand on his shoulder pulled him from his thoughts and he looked up into two pairs of concerned blue eyes.
“Rodney, why don’t you take the Colonel and get some lunch?” Carson’s tone said that he had a pretty good idea what those words had done to his friend.
Rodney nodded, shaking off his own confusion. “Um, sure, that sounds good.” He grabbed John gently around the arm and tugged him to his feet. “C’mon Sheppard, I heard they got a shipment of honey turkey and some Doritos in.”
John shook off his lethargy and let Rodney pull him along. “Yeah, sure. Sounds good.” He glanced down at himself. “I want to stop by my quarters and change. I’m not going to lunch in scrubs.”
As soon as the pair left, Carson settled on a stool at Teyla’s side. “How’re ya feelin’, lass?”
Teyla closed her eyes for a moment. “My head hurts, and the skin on my hands and face feels tight and sore. How did this happen?”
Carson shined his penlight into her eyes, checking her pupils. “Well, lass, I need to ask ye some questions. What’s the last thing you remember?”
She frowned, a crease forming between her elegant brows. “I remember you and the others returning from Earth and that Major Sheppard is now a Lieutenant Colonel. Everything else is a jumble of flashes that make no sense.”
Carson patted her on the arm. “Don’t worry about it, lass. You took a hard hit to the head an’ it’s not unusual for that to cause some memory loss. I’ll have some lunch sent in for you then we’ll see about getting you up and around. I’ll probably let you leave the infirmary to see if being in the city shakes yer memories into place, but I ask that you spend your nights here.”
Teyla nodded. “That is reasonable, Doctor Beckett.” He stood to leave, but she stopped him. “Doctor, is there something wrong with Colonel Sheppard?”
“You may call me Carson.” Carson returned to the stool. “Nothing too serious. He got knocked in the head and I had to pick a wee amount of glass splinters out of his hide, but that’s it. Why do ye ask?”
“The Colonel looks … tired and he seems older than I remember him appearing. You and Doctor McKay also seem … different.” She frowned again. “According to your calendar, what year is this?”
Carson looked at her, a thoughtful look on his face. “What year do you think it is?”
“2005.”
Carson smiled, though his eyes were full of concern. “I’m sorry lass, but it’s 2011.”
Teyla sat upright, shock on her face. “You are telling me that I have lost six years?”
Carson shook his head as he placed a calming hand on her shoulder. “Not lost, just misplaced. I’m sure they will come back once yer brain chemistry settles and yer brain heals.” Settling back on his stool, Carson made some notes on her chart. “Now, I’m going to send for some lunch for ya, and if yer still feelin’ alright, I may let ye out o’ here tomorrow.”
Teyla shook her head in denial. “I do not wish to stay here. I feel fine and would like to go to my quarters.”
“Nay, lass.” Carson gazed at her with sympathy. “Until yer brain chemistry equals out, I want you here at night in case there are any problems. I’ve dealt with this type of injury afore, and the rememberin’ can be rather traumatic sometimes.”
Teyla crossed her arms in a huff and acquiesced with ill grace. “Very well, since you insist.”
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John’s mind was still a mass of confusion as he and Rodney moved through the halls. Teyla’s response had thrown him completely. She had called him by his name for years now, and she’d recently told him that she loved it when he called her sweetie. She’d told him that it made her feel special. Now that was gone and his heart felt like a Jumper had landed on it.
As if sensing his thoughts, Rodney spoke up. “She’ll be fine, Sheppard. Carson will figure out what’s wrong and fix her.”
For some reason, Rodney’s answer irritated him. “Dammit, McKay, she’s not a car. You can’t just pop the hood and fix her.”
Rodney flushed at the comment. “I know that.” He took a deep breath. “Look, whatever happens, we’re here for you - both of you.”
“I know.”
Rodney stepped inside with John when they reached his and Teyla’s quarters. John stopped and looked around, pain shining in his eyes. Walking into their bedroom, he slumped down on the bench at the foot of the bed, forearms braced on his thighs, hands dangling loosely between his knees, head drooping towards his chest. After a few moments, John looked up at his friend. “Rodney, what am I going to do if she never remembers us? Hell, I don’t even know what to tell Torren. It’s just a good thing he’s with Halling and Jinto right now.”
Rodney knelt in front of John, placing a hand on one drooping shoulder. “Sheppard … John, I promise you, we’ll get through this. You can tell him that Teyla’s off on a mission.”
John shook his head, not looking up. “That would only work until someone said her name or he saw her in the mess hall. I’d have to keep the kid locked up and I’m not going to do that. I can keep him away for a few days and hope it’s enough.” He took a deep breath, struggling for control as he released it. “I have a week to figure it out and hope her memory comes back. After that, I’ll tell him the truth and we’ll get by.” A touch on his shoulder had him looking up.
“We’ll get through this, John. Just remember you’re not alone.”
John scrubbed his hands across his face. “Yeah, you’re right.” He stood and headed for the bathroom. Grabbing some clothes, he turned to look at Rodney. “I’m gonna hop in the shower. Make yourself comfortable.”
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Liang and Amelia were on duty when an odd request came in over the frequency that they had given to the Travelers. After listening for a moment, Liang turned to Woolsey. “Sir, we have received a transmission from Larrin of the Storm Chaser, requesting permission to land. She says she needs to make repairs to her ship that can’t be made in space.”
Woolsey frowned. He knew of her history with Colonel Sheppard and cursed the woman’s lousy timing. Carson had informed him of Colonel Sheppard and Teyla’s conditions. Just having her here was going to be an additional stress that his Military Commander did not need right now, but the Travelers were also allies and Coalition members. Refusing could be very bad. “Very well, tell them to come ahead and alert Major Lorne.”
Liang acknowledged the order and set about his work.
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John, Rodney and Ronon had just finished lunch when John’s radio chirped. Even though he wasn’t on duty, he still had his transceiver with him. Rodney and Ronon watched in concern as the smile that John had been wearing for the last several minutes vanished, his jaw tensing as it did.
“Thanks for letting me know. Keep a team on each entrance armed with stunners and another team nearby as floaters. No one enters the city without being searched and escorted, especially her. Sheppard out.” Clicking off his radio, John stood. “Thanks for lunch guys, and for the distraction. We have a visitor that I really don’t want to see, so I’m going to make myself scarce.” He grimaced as he picked up his empty tray. “I’ve no desire to be kidnapped again. See ya later.” With that he hurried off, dumping his tray and disappearing.
Ronon looked at Rodney. “Larrin?”
Rodney nodded. “I presume so. She’s the only person alive in this galaxy that we know of who would want to kidnap him.” He looked over at Ronon. “Keep an eye on him. I have a bad feeling.”
Ronon nodded. “Was planning on it. He’s my brother. I’ve always got his back whether he wants it or not.”
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Larrin was impatient as her pilot carefully guided the ship down towards the floating city. Part of her impatience stemmed from wanting to get the repairs done so they could return to space. The larger part of her wanted the repairs to take longer so she could spend more time with the yummy Colonel Sheppard. Every time she saw him at a Coalition meeting, she was struck by his masculinity and the aura of power that covered him like a cloak. Hopefully Teyla was out of the city; otherwise she’d never get near Sheppard.
As the Storm Chaser settled, she made her way to the ship’s gangway. Stepping out, she was met by a slim, blond soldier and a team of four. The soldier stepped forward.
“Ma’am, I’m Lieutenant Waters and I am your escort. Director Woolsey has asked that you meet with him.”
Larrin plastered on her best smile. She’d been hoping for Sheppard or the almost-as-delicious Lorne. “Certainly, Lieutenant. Lead the way.”
Larrin was as surreptitious about her rubbernecking as she could be. The city was truly a marvel. Gazing around, she could imagine how good her clan’s ships originally looked and wondered if they could ever be that way again.
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On Carson’s suggestion, Dusty, Miko, Jennifer, and Ronon used pictures and recreated Teyla’s original quarters in hope that it would jog her memory. They used a room on the team’s floor because her original room had a current occupant. John helped them locate things, taking pictures of each item before it was moved, but he stayed in their quarters because anything else was too painful.
Zelenka and Rodney had an engineering team working on Larrin’s ship. They wanted her gone as quickly as possible. Each of the scientists had a Marine guard so Larrin couldn’t kidnap another gene carrier.
Standing on his balcony just after sun rise, staring down at the docked ship, John decided to make sure she couldn’t get away with anyone. *”Lantis, activate the docking system on the pier. I want that ship locked down until repairs are complete.”*
*”May I ask why?”*
John’s jaw tightened in remembrance. *”Because Larrin kidnapped me, beat me, and tried to keep me for breeding purposes. None of her people have the ATA gene, so she thought she’d improve the genetic mix.”*
Atlantis was silent for a moment. *”I see. It is done.”*
As she spoke, John saw the soap bubble shine of the docking shield go up. That ship would not be leaving with any of his people or him.
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After breakfast, Teyla was released from the infirmary. Dusty offered to act as guide and confidant. Carson had filled the Marine in on what had happened and cautioned her on saying too much. Fortunately, Dusty was quite willing to just be company and let the Athosian rediscover her past with no interference.
“Sergeant Mehra, are we friends?” Teyla asked without turning from her tour.
Dusty pondered her answer. “We are. We’ve been friends for a while now, and because we’re friends, you can call me Dusty.”
“Would you answer some questions for me?”
“If I can,” Dusty told her. “Doc Beckett gave me strict instructions on what I could and could not answer. He even showed me the big needle he said would be in my future if I screwed up.”
“Have we defeated the Wraith?”
Dusty chuckled. “No, but it’s not for lack of trying. They’ve been fighting amongst themselves a lot lately, plus Queen Death really did a number on them.”
Teyla stopped dead in her tracks, a confused look on her face. “Queen Death?”
Dusty took a deep breath. “Yeah, she rose up and started giving the other Queens two options: join or die. Any Queen that refused to join her was killed. “
Teyla winced in sudden pain. Dusty grabbed her arm to support her and steered Teyla over to a wall.
“Teyla, you alright?”
Teyla nodded. Taking a deep breath, she straightened. “I am fine. Our conversation triggered some memories.”
Looking around, Dusty spotted one of the seating nooks. Still holding her arm, Dusty steered Teyla towards it and pushed her to a seat. “What did you remember?”
Teyla closed her eyes for a moment to center herself. “I remember being on a Hive ship chasing a Wraith that looked like Dr. McKay with a man with long hair and Colonel Sheppard. There were several flashes from a stunner and Colonel Sheppard was on the floor unconscious. Next there was another bright flash and the three of us were on a ship with a blond woman who appeared very concerned.”
Dusty recognized the events. “Can you remember their names - the long-haired man and the woman?”
Teyla stared off into the distance, a look of concentration on her features. “The woman, her name has to do with a mode of transport such as a wagon.”
Dusty smiled. That was close to the Wraith translation of Carter’s name. “Mmmm … a cart, maybe?”
“A cart?” Teyla rolled that thought through her mind. “A cart … cart … Carter.” Teyla suddenly sat up straight. “That is Colonel Carter.”
Dusty smiled. “Yep. That is Colonel Samantha Carter.”
“The man … he was a Runner.”
Dusty nodded. “He was. You and Colonel Sheppard encountered him on an uninhabited world.”
Teyla stood, pacing for several feet either direction as if the motion helped her thoughts. “Ronon. His name is Ronon.” She abruptly sat down again, clutching her head. “So many faces … names … places. It is almost … overwhelming.”
Dusty took her hands, steadying her. “Just take it easy. Don’t force it and the memories will come.”
Teyla closed her eyes once again. “I see … Colonel Sheppard in so many of my memories. Sometimes we are here, in the city; other times we are on different worlds. In some he is wearing the grey uniform, other times he is wearing black or he is wearing,” Teyla stopped, a light blush blooming on her cheeks, “his … civilian clothes.”
Dusty snorted. She had a feeling that jeans and a button down shirt weren’t the only things Teyla had remembered seeing the Colonel in. She stood, drawing Teyla with her. “I think you need some lunch and a nap. I don’t want to explain to Carson that I let you pass out in a hallway.”
Taking a deep breath, Teyla nodded. “I believe that you are correct.”