Alternate Beginnings and Endings - Chapter 2
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Chapter 2
Episode: Duets
Characters: John & Teyla
Word count: 760
Comment: I wrote this in response to Mrs. B’s request from Gateworld. This scene takes place after the incident in the training room with John, Ronon and Teyla in Season 2 episode of Duets. After Ronon went to Teyla’s room to apologize for what happened in the training room. I look at fic now and I am not happy with it.
John with his brows crinkled and anger pouring out of every fiber of his being walked through the semi deserted corridors of Atlantic. His mind was replaying the sequence of events in the training room over and over again. Upon him entrance into the training room, he saw Teyla and Ronon sparring together. He had murmured, “I thought we were supposed to be sparring together.” He had distacted Teyla. As she turned to respond to him, Ronon took her lack of concentration on him to body slammed her to the floor. No he did not like it one bit.
The frown now permanently erected on his face, so loss in his thoughts, he missed the occasional glances of recognition of the couple of people he passed. He did not know who he was more upset with Ronon or Teyla. Ronon for doing that stupid body slam, or Teyla for not waiting for him so that they could spared together. What was she thinking he screamed in his mind that their time together!
When Ronon held Teyla down on the floor by her neck, he was forced to intervene with a bantos stick in his hand. He had asked, “What are you doing?” The way she kept on rubbing her neck after getting off the floor had prompted him to warned her to be careful of Ronon and he did not care that she had told Ronon not to hold back or the fact that Ronon had stormed out of the room saying “He wouldn’t of hurt her.” It shouldn’t have happened no matter how strong she thinks is or how strong he knows she is.
Without realizing it he was in front of her room. He hesitated but his concern propelled him to make sure she was fine. John waved his hands across the panel outside of her door. Her door opened and he proceeded into her room. John blinked in disbelief of the vision before his eyes. It was a vision he doesn’t think he would ever forget any time soon. Hell maybe, he will remember this particular moment to his dieing day.
John looked at the figure on the bed and looked away. The words would not come out of his mouth. There was Teyla on her bed doing some kind of stretching exercise. Her legs were split apart horizontally.
John heard himself mumbled, “I am sorry. I am interrupting?” He advert his eyes because he did not want to stare.
When Teyla heard the opening of her door while she was doing her meditation and stretching exercises, she was startled. She raised her head and responded “Colonel!” She quickly gathered her legs together. She felt a little uncomfortable and nervous. “Is everything alright?” she inquired.
“I, I came to make sure that you were ok.” as his eyes tried to avoided looking at any place below her face.
“I am fine, Colonel.” replied Teyla deeply touch by his concern.
“Are you sure, you are feeling alright? You did hit the ground pretty hard.” he questioned. He cringed from the memory of that moment. He allowed his eyes to peruse her neck. He briefly scanned her neck for any bruising from when Ronon held her down on the floor. He stared intently into her eyes and then allowed himself to speak.
“Seriously, Teyla what were you thinking, sparring with Ronon like that!” His anger haven’t been abated by her claim of being fine. “You should have never taken a chance like that.”
“John, I was not in any danger.” she responded pleadingly. Teyla could see how visibly upset he was.
“How do you know that? He has been running from the Wraith for over seven years. He eats with his hands for goodness sake!”
She looked at him discerningly and responded “You know John, you would not have invited him to Atlantis or want him to be a member of your team if you did not think you could trust him.”
He paused because what could he say, he knew what she was saying was true. “I, I know that.” he grudgingly acknowledged.
“Just be careful that’s all I am asking.”
Teyla acquiesced. “How are the evaluations going?” she inquired.
She saw his face relaxed and then he animatedly detailed to her the sparring sessions with Ronon and the other soldiers and his accurate shooting of the targets, and his own wonderment of Ronon’s gun.
A short time later…. Teyla was alone in her room she thought, I really should do something about my door tomorrow and smiled.
Chapter 2
Episode: Duets
Characters: John & Teyla
Word count: 760
Comment: I wrote this in response to Mrs. B’s request from Gateworld. This scene takes place after the incident in the training room with John, Ronon and Teyla in Season 2 episode of Duets. After Ronon went to Teyla’s room to apologize for what happened in the training room. I look at fic now and I am not happy with it.
John with his brows crinkled and anger pouring out of every fiber of his being walked through the semi deserted corridors of Atlantic. His mind was replaying the sequence of events in the training room over and over again. Upon him entrance into the training room, he saw Teyla and Ronon sparring together. He had murmured, “I thought we were supposed to be sparring together.” He had distacted Teyla. As she turned to respond to him, Ronon took her lack of concentration on him to body slammed her to the floor. No he did not like it one bit.
The frown now permanently erected on his face, so loss in his thoughts, he missed the occasional glances of recognition of the couple of people he passed. He did not know who he was more upset with Ronon or Teyla. Ronon for doing that stupid body slam, or Teyla for not waiting for him so that they could spared together. What was she thinking he screamed in his mind that their time together!
When Ronon held Teyla down on the floor by her neck, he was forced to intervene with a bantos stick in his hand. He had asked, “What are you doing?” The way she kept on rubbing her neck after getting off the floor had prompted him to warned her to be careful of Ronon and he did not care that she had told Ronon not to hold back or the fact that Ronon had stormed out of the room saying “He wouldn’t of hurt her.” It shouldn’t have happened no matter how strong she thinks is or how strong he knows she is.
Without realizing it he was in front of her room. He hesitated but his concern propelled him to make sure she was fine. John waved his hands across the panel outside of her door. Her door opened and he proceeded into her room. John blinked in disbelief of the vision before his eyes. It was a vision he doesn’t think he would ever forget any time soon. Hell maybe, he will remember this particular moment to his dieing day.
John looked at the figure on the bed and looked away. The words would not come out of his mouth. There was Teyla on her bed doing some kind of stretching exercise. Her legs were split apart horizontally.
John heard himself mumbled, “I am sorry. I am interrupting?” He advert his eyes because he did not want to stare.
When Teyla heard the opening of her door while she was doing her meditation and stretching exercises, she was startled. She raised her head and responded “Colonel!” She quickly gathered her legs together. She felt a little uncomfortable and nervous. “Is everything alright?” she inquired.
“I, I came to make sure that you were ok.” as his eyes tried to avoided looking at any place below her face.
“I am fine, Colonel.” replied Teyla deeply touch by his concern.
“Are you sure, you are feeling alright? You did hit the ground pretty hard.” he questioned. He cringed from the memory of that moment. He allowed his eyes to peruse her neck. He briefly scanned her neck for any bruising from when Ronon held her down on the floor. He stared intently into her eyes and then allowed himself to speak.
“Seriously, Teyla what were you thinking, sparring with Ronon like that!” His anger haven’t been abated by her claim of being fine. “You should have never taken a chance like that.”
“John, I was not in any danger.” she responded pleadingly. Teyla could see how visibly upset he was.
“How do you know that? He has been running from the Wraith for over seven years. He eats with his hands for goodness sake!”
She looked at him discerningly and responded “You know John, you would not have invited him to Atlantis or want him to be a member of your team if you did not think you could trust him.”
He paused because what could he say, he knew what she was saying was true. “I, I know that.” he grudgingly acknowledged.
“Just be careful that’s all I am asking.”
Teyla acquiesced. “How are the evaluations going?” she inquired.
She saw his face relaxed and then he animatedly detailed to her the sparring sessions with Ronon and the other soldiers and his accurate shooting of the targets, and his own wonderment of Ronon’s gun.
A short time later…. Teyla was alone in her room she thought, I really should do something about my door tomorrow and smiled.