[For NAeans] Teyla's disappearance pre-play.
John would have been just happy sleeping away the day when he realized he'd woken up to a proper hut again in proper bedsheets, and actual warmth.
That good feeling lasted for the few seconds it took to realize something scrabbling and whining at the door had woken Cash up, and Cash was nudging John's side to wake him. "Yeah, fine, I got it," he told Cash, and nudged him out of the way as he tugged on the nearest clothes he could reach and slid into his boots. The noise outside the door had escalated into full on whining, and when John opened the door, Evel practically barrelled into his legs, barked a half dozen times, then shot out across the clearing and into Teyla's hut.
Her door was wide open.
"It's too early for this," he called out after Evel, but he was fully awake now whether he liked it or not. Teyla was in the habit of getting up early, just like John was, but she never left her door open like that. None of them did, and especially not when the sun was still only rising.
The sound of his boots dragging along the dirt slowed the closer John got to her hut, until they stopped altogether a few feet away. He didn't need to go any further to see that the hut seemed empty - just a few things, nothing of the lived in look it'd gotten over the past year and a half. Almost two years.
Christ, not Teyla.
John closed the gap eventually, spent about ten seconds quickly taking a look around inside to confirm the low, deep hurt in his gut before he had to step back out again. He didn't get much furthur than the steps outside the door, where John sat down heavily and didn't move.
[Time to anytime in the early morning; he's not going anywhere.]
That good feeling lasted for the few seconds it took to realize something scrabbling and whining at the door had woken Cash up, and Cash was nudging John's side to wake him. "Yeah, fine, I got it," he told Cash, and nudged him out of the way as he tugged on the nearest clothes he could reach and slid into his boots. The noise outside the door had escalated into full on whining, and when John opened the door, Evel practically barrelled into his legs, barked a half dozen times, then shot out across the clearing and into Teyla's hut.
Her door was wide open.
"It's too early for this," he called out after Evel, but he was fully awake now whether he liked it or not. Teyla was in the habit of getting up early, just like John was, but she never left her door open like that. None of them did, and especially not when the sun was still only rising.
The sound of his boots dragging along the dirt slowed the closer John got to her hut, until they stopped altogether a few feet away. He didn't need to go any further to see that the hut seemed empty - just a few things, nothing of the lived in look it'd gotten over the past year and a half. Almost two years.
Christ, not Teyla.
John closed the gap eventually, spent about ten seconds quickly taking a look around inside to confirm the low, deep hurt in his gut before he had to step back out again. He didn't get much furthur than the steps outside the door, where John sat down heavily and didn't move.
[Time to anytime in the early morning; he's not going anywhere.]