Forget Me Not
Hi everyone!
Since LJ is now cooperating wth my posts, I am going to post all of Forget Me Not and bring it current. I am also now on AO3 if anyone cares to look me up.
Title: Forget Me Not
Author: Amycat8733
Rating: T+ for violence and language
Pairing(s): John/Teyla
Characters: John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Torren John, Rodney McKay, Ronon Dex, Carson Beckett
Genres: Gen, H/C, romance, angst
Warnings: sentient Atlantis
Length:
Disclaimer: The characters and locales of SGA don't belong to me. For fun, not profit. I just swim in the pool. No borrowed OCs were harmed during these productions.
Summary: After an accident steals Teyla’s memory, will she be able to remember their present… or will the device that stole their past destroy their future? Takes place before Thunder Rolls during season 6-7.
Comments: Mysra originally had this idea, and my kitty latched on with his own take on it.
“McKay, would you hurry up?” John grunted between clenched teeth. “I can’t hold this stable much longer!”
“Just a minute longer, Colonel!” Rodney shot back. “It’s almost done.”
Unnoticed by either man, Teyla stepped closer to the glowing sphere floating in front of John. Entranced by its shifting colors, she reached out to touch it. Just before her hand contacted the surface, John turned and caught sight of her.
“Teyla, no!”
Too late, her fingers brushed the glowing surface. The light flared and the sphere expanded, throwing her into a nearby wall. Her head impacted the unyielding surface with a crack and she slumped to the floor in a motionless heap.
The sphere’s expansion caught John as well and sent him flying in a similar manner into a nearby console to land in a crumpled pile, the sounds of an explosion following him into darkness.
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Squeezing through the canted doors of the lab, Carson beheld a war zone. There was debris everywhere. Wondering where his patients were, he looked around, trying to find the telltale shapes that would identify bodies. He heard grunting and scraping sounds behind him, and then a bright light lit the area. With the light, Carson was able to spot his first patient.
Rodney lay crumpled against a pile of debris. A quick exam revealed a lump on his head, but no broken bones and no bleeding.
After sending his friend off to the infirmary through the newly opened doors, Carson spotted the second member of the group. Teyla lay off to one side, small pieces of debris covering her. Checking her over, he found a knot on her head as well as flash burns on her hands and face. She also had a few minor cuts but nothing too serious. Carson had just sent her off when a shout drew his attention to a third location. The searchers had located the Colonel.
Moving that direction, Carson watched the searchers pull debris off the Colonel’s unmoving form. He thumped down at Sheppard’s side just as the last piece of debris was moved. A quick exam revealed flash burns on his face, a deep cut on his cheek that would require stitches, another deep cut on his neck and a myriad of small puncture wounds on his chest, arms, neck and face from flying glass and metal fragments. Carson hurriedly placed gauze pads on the deeper cuts as a stretcher was brought in. Sheppard was carefully picked up, carried out and placed on a gurney for an express trip to the infirmary.
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John surfaced to a soft breeze and dim lights. Wondering where he was, he took a deep breath. Antiseptics and lemon Pine-Sol told him he was in the infirmary. He pried his eyes open and looked around. Rodney was on a bed to his left, Teyla to his right. He shifted and winced at the pains his body was informing him of. Grunting, he reached for the bed’s remote, raising the head slightly. The motion attracted Rodney’s attention.
“’Bout time you woke up.” Rodney crossed his arms in a huff. “I was about to change your name to Van Winkle.”
Feeling the pull of a bandage on his neck, John carefully shook his head. “Nah, I like surfing, skateboarding and flying too much to sleep for twenty years.” His expression sobered. “How are you?”
Rodney uncrossed his arms and picked his tablet up. “I’m fine. I’d be even happier if Carson would spring me from his voodoo hospital.”
“Now, Rodney, we’ve had that discussion. You took a hard hit to the head an’ I want to keep ye for observation.” Carson frowned as he entered their area. “Keep yer whinin’ goin’ and I’ll pull out the big needles and take yer tablet away.”
Rodney clutched the tablet to his chest like it was his child, a look of shock on his face. “You wouldn’t!”
Carson put his hands on his hips, leaning forward slightly. “Try me.”
John smiled at the look of horror on Rodney’s face at Carson’s threat then memory smacked him. “Doc, how’s Teyla?”
Carson bustled to his side, grabbing his wrist to check his pulse. “Well, physically she’s just a mite better than you. She got flash burns on her face an’ hands and a right nasty goose egg on the back o’ her head, but she didn’t get peppered with glass shards or need stitches like you did.”
John relaxed slightly. “That’s good.” Catching Carson’s gaze, John casually rubbed his hand over his abdomen then glanced pointedly at Teyla. He saw understanding dawn on the doctor’s face and let out a soft sigh of relief when Carson gave him a sharp nod that the baby was okay.
A moment later, sensing there was something he wasn’t being told, John’s eyes narrowed. “Carson?”
He released John’s wrist, once again surprised by the Colonel’s intuition. “She hasn’t awakened yet. If you feel up to it, I’d like ye to sit with her an’ see if you can draw her out. I’m concerned that the blow and the shock may have done her injury.”
“Of course, Carson.” John flashed a grin to hide his worry. “I’d have done that anyway.”
After a quick wound check, Carson left. John wasted no time in moving from his bed to the comfy chair between the beds. After a few attempts at conversation, Rodney realized that all of John’s attention was focused on Teyla, so he left him alone although he did glance up every so often and check on his friends.
John stayed at Teyla’s side as much as he could. When he tired, he shifted so his arms were resting on her bed, her right hand trapped in his. His mind constantly reached out for her, trying to find her and prod her awake. If he concentrated hard, he could pick up her essence, but it was faint and hard to find.
He stayed that way until Carson threatened to sedate him. After a good night’s sleep, which he was pretty sure he owed to Carson, he was back at her side. He did have to get up and move around, so it was during those times he reached out to her through their bond.
Late the second day, he felt a stirring from her as he came back from the bathroom. “Teyla?” He reached out with his mind, but hers was still muted and he wondered if it was due to the head injury.
After a few moments, her eyes flickered, long lashes fluttering.
“Sweetie, can you open your eyes for me?”
With a bit of a struggle, she finally managed to open her eyes. He watched as she blinked a few times to clear her vision before focusing on him.
“Colonel?”
John was confused. Why was she calling him ‘Colonel’? She only did that nowadays when they were offworld or in a formal or professional setting. “Yes, sweetie. It’s me, John.”
Teyla frowned. “I am sorry, but it is not seemly that I call you by your first name. You are my team leader and it is better that I refer to you by your rank. Also, I would prefer that you not call me ‘sweetie’. As I understand it, that is a term used for a lover, and we are only friends.” She glanced up, looking at someone over his shoulder. “Hello, Dr. Beckett, Dr. McKay; is there something wrong?”
Since LJ is now cooperating wth my posts, I am going to post all of Forget Me Not and bring it current. I am also now on AO3 if anyone cares to look me up.
Title: Forget Me Not
Author: Amycat8733
Rating: T+ for violence and language
Pairing(s): John/Teyla
Characters: John Sheppard, Teyla Emmagan, Torren John, Rodney McKay, Ronon Dex, Carson Beckett
Genres: Gen, H/C, romance, angst
Warnings: sentient Atlantis
Length:
Disclaimer: The characters and locales of SGA don't belong to me. For fun, not profit. I just swim in the pool. No borrowed OCs were harmed during these productions.
Summary: After an accident steals Teyla’s memory, will she be able to remember their present… or will the device that stole their past destroy their future? Takes place before Thunder Rolls during season 6-7.
Comments: Mysra originally had this idea, and my kitty latched on with his own take on it.
“McKay, would you hurry up?” John grunted between clenched teeth. “I can’t hold this stable much longer!”
“Just a minute longer, Colonel!” Rodney shot back. “It’s almost done.”
Unnoticed by either man, Teyla stepped closer to the glowing sphere floating in front of John. Entranced by its shifting colors, she reached out to touch it. Just before her hand contacted the surface, John turned and caught sight of her.
“Teyla, no!”
Too late, her fingers brushed the glowing surface. The light flared and the sphere expanded, throwing her into a nearby wall. Her head impacted the unyielding surface with a crack and she slumped to the floor in a motionless heap.
The sphere’s expansion caught John as well and sent him flying in a similar manner into a nearby console to land in a crumpled pile, the sounds of an explosion following him into darkness.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Squeezing through the canted doors of the lab, Carson beheld a war zone. There was debris everywhere. Wondering where his patients were, he looked around, trying to find the telltale shapes that would identify bodies. He heard grunting and scraping sounds behind him, and then a bright light lit the area. With the light, Carson was able to spot his first patient.
Rodney lay crumpled against a pile of debris. A quick exam revealed a lump on his head, but no broken bones and no bleeding.
After sending his friend off to the infirmary through the newly opened doors, Carson spotted the second member of the group. Teyla lay off to one side, small pieces of debris covering her. Checking her over, he found a knot on her head as well as flash burns on her hands and face. She also had a few minor cuts but nothing too serious. Carson had just sent her off when a shout drew his attention to a third location. The searchers had located the Colonel.
Moving that direction, Carson watched the searchers pull debris off the Colonel’s unmoving form. He thumped down at Sheppard’s side just as the last piece of debris was moved. A quick exam revealed flash burns on his face, a deep cut on his cheek that would require stitches, another deep cut on his neck and a myriad of small puncture wounds on his chest, arms, neck and face from flying glass and metal fragments. Carson hurriedly placed gauze pads on the deeper cuts as a stretcher was brought in. Sheppard was carefully picked up, carried out and placed on a gurney for an express trip to the infirmary.
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
John surfaced to a soft breeze and dim lights. Wondering where he was, he took a deep breath. Antiseptics and lemon Pine-Sol told him he was in the infirmary. He pried his eyes open and looked around. Rodney was on a bed to his left, Teyla to his right. He shifted and winced at the pains his body was informing him of. Grunting, he reached for the bed’s remote, raising the head slightly. The motion attracted Rodney’s attention.
“’Bout time you woke up.” Rodney crossed his arms in a huff. “I was about to change your name to Van Winkle.”
Feeling the pull of a bandage on his neck, John carefully shook his head. “Nah, I like surfing, skateboarding and flying too much to sleep for twenty years.” His expression sobered. “How are you?”
Rodney uncrossed his arms and picked his tablet up. “I’m fine. I’d be even happier if Carson would spring me from his voodoo hospital.”
“Now, Rodney, we’ve had that discussion. You took a hard hit to the head an’ I want to keep ye for observation.” Carson frowned as he entered their area. “Keep yer whinin’ goin’ and I’ll pull out the big needles and take yer tablet away.”
Rodney clutched the tablet to his chest like it was his child, a look of shock on his face. “You wouldn’t!”
Carson put his hands on his hips, leaning forward slightly. “Try me.”
John smiled at the look of horror on Rodney’s face at Carson’s threat then memory smacked him. “Doc, how’s Teyla?”
Carson bustled to his side, grabbing his wrist to check his pulse. “Well, physically she’s just a mite better than you. She got flash burns on her face an’ hands and a right nasty goose egg on the back o’ her head, but she didn’t get peppered with glass shards or need stitches like you did.”
John relaxed slightly. “That’s good.” Catching Carson’s gaze, John casually rubbed his hand over his abdomen then glanced pointedly at Teyla. He saw understanding dawn on the doctor’s face and let out a soft sigh of relief when Carson gave him a sharp nod that the baby was okay.
A moment later, sensing there was something he wasn’t being told, John’s eyes narrowed. “Carson?”
He released John’s wrist, once again surprised by the Colonel’s intuition. “She hasn’t awakened yet. If you feel up to it, I’d like ye to sit with her an’ see if you can draw her out. I’m concerned that the blow and the shock may have done her injury.”
“Of course, Carson.” John flashed a grin to hide his worry. “I’d have done that anyway.”
After a quick wound check, Carson left. John wasted no time in moving from his bed to the comfy chair between the beds. After a few attempts at conversation, Rodney realized that all of John’s attention was focused on Teyla, so he left him alone although he did glance up every so often and check on his friends.
John stayed at Teyla’s side as much as he could. When he tired, he shifted so his arms were resting on her bed, her right hand trapped in his. His mind constantly reached out for her, trying to find her and prod her awake. If he concentrated hard, he could pick up her essence, but it was faint and hard to find.
He stayed that way until Carson threatened to sedate him. After a good night’s sleep, which he was pretty sure he owed to Carson, he was back at her side. He did have to get up and move around, so it was during those times he reached out to her through their bond.
Late the second day, he felt a stirring from her as he came back from the bathroom. “Teyla?” He reached out with his mind, but hers was still muted and he wondered if it was due to the head injury.
After a few moments, her eyes flickered, long lashes fluttering.
“Sweetie, can you open your eyes for me?”
With a bit of a struggle, she finally managed to open her eyes. He watched as she blinked a few times to clear her vision before focusing on him.
“Colonel?”
John was confused. Why was she calling him ‘Colonel’? She only did that nowadays when they were offworld or in a formal or professional setting. “Yes, sweetie. It’s me, John.”
Teyla frowned. “I am sorry, but it is not seemly that I call you by your first name. You are my team leader and it is better that I refer to you by your rank. Also, I would prefer that you not call me ‘sweetie’. As I understand it, that is a term used for a lover, and we are only friends.” She glanced up, looking at someone over his shoulder. “Hello, Dr. Beckett, Dr. McKay; is there something wrong?”