“So you really have to go?” John was leaning against the door of Teyla’s quarters.

“Yes, I do. I promised Dr Glock I would help, so I have to go.” Teyla was gathering some warm clothing and put them in a backpack.

“Can’t someone else do it? It’s not a big mission or anything, and you won’t be able to fly the jumper anyway.” John walked ( Read more... )