SGA - Triptych: Double
Trio Triptych
Three short stories focusing on the aftermath of the SGA episode “Trio”.
- Duo (McKay and Sheppard) Slash
- ‘Twined (Keller and Ronon) Het
- Double (Sam and Teyla) Femslash that’s more Friendship than Slash
Rating: PG-13 (all)
Synopsis: They are not alone. AKA the Trio becomes a Sextet.
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine; they belong to people with far more money than me. I am only borrowing them to play and making no profit from this.
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Double - Sam and Teyla
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Sam opened her eyes slowly, knowing without looking that she was in the infirmary. It might be in another galaxy full of alien technology, but some things, like the steady beat of a heart monitor, the gentle smell of antiseptic, never changed.
She was, however, surprised to find someone at her bedside. Had she been at home, back at the mountain, she would have expected to find Daniel or Teal’c, or maybe even Cam or Vala, parked in one of the usually uncomfortable plastic chairs. Here she was still too new to have bonds like that, to expect someone to wait up for her, especially with the necessary distance her command position demanded.
Teyla must not have gotten that memo.
The Athosian woman was sitting in the Ancient equivalent of a waiting room chair, not quite the standard plastic, but still not quite the most comfortable thing out there. She had one hand warm against her chilled own, and one hand resting on her increasingly pregnant belly. “You are awake,” she said in greeting, a wide smile breaking out over her tired features.
“Yeah,” Sam agreed groggily. She accepted the offered cup of water, the simple effort of pulling on the straw reawakening the strains and pains she had been trying to block out, all of the coalescing in her right leg.
“Do you require additional pain medication?” Teyla offered, hand already reaching for the call button hooked to the side of the bed.
“No,” Carter insisted, shaking her cotton-stuffed head. “I’m pretty sure they already have me on the good stuff.”
She had also left strict orders regarding how much she would allow, hating the feeling of her defenses crumbling around her and having nothing left to fight with. True, there was always the chance someone could try to take advantage of the weakness and pump her for information while she was down, but she didn’t think it was likely, especially not here. She had never broken from drugs, and she didn’t plan on starting to now. No, it was more about control, and the appearance of strength. She needed her mind clear and strong to help give her body the strength it needed in any given situation. She couldn’t appear weak, not now, not ever, not if she wished to stay in command.
“I understand,” Teyla was saying, and she had no doubt that she did. “How are you doing?”
“Fine,” Sam answered without thinking. Seeing the delicately arched eyebrows pointing in her direction, she amended that to, “I have a broken leg and a bruised spine and hurt. A lot. But I apparently escaped without any internal injuries or falling into a bottomless chasm, so I count that as a win.”
Teyla smiled, clearly pleased at her honesty. After a moment, her face turned serious once more. “It was worrying, when the three of you returned through the gate,” she admitted in a small voice. “I had only known you had left for simple negotiations. There was no delay, no sign of any trouble, and then the three of you... Seeing Doctor McKay and Doctor Keller, trying to support you, even with their own injuries, and the blood... I am pleased you are going to be okay.”
Sam watched as the smaller woman blinked rapidly, trying to hold back some emotion. “And you? How are you doing?” she asked, shifting slightly so Teyla’s hand was no longer just covering her own, but joined together with it.
Teyla sniffed, but her smile returned. “I am fine,” she said, echoing Sam’s own earlier words. “I am, however, apparently something Doctor Keller calls ‘hormonal’ - she assures me it is normal, but it is very difficult not having full control of one’s thoughts and emotions. I try to meditate to find that inner peace once more, but...”
“You’re getting restless,” Sam supplied, taking the nod as confirmation. “It probably doesn’t help that you’re not out on very many missions right now, at least then you could focus that energy on something,” she guessed.
Teyla seemed to bite her lip, and fidget in a completely non-Teyla-like way. “It is safest for my son this way, I do know this. At the same time, it is very difficult to feel productive when all you do is meditate. I have offered Bantos lessons to the Marines, but most refuse, citing ‘proper upbringing’ forbidding them from risking harming a pregnant woman.”
Carter pressed herself deeper into the pillows with a grin. “They probably just don’t want to get their asses kicked by you right now - it would ruin their street cred.”
Teyla allowed herself a small smile at that. “Ronon said the same thing and yet, he too refuses to challenge me at this time,” she admitted.
“You’ll get them all after the baby is born,” Sam assured her. “With interest.”
“That thought shall give me purpose,” Teyla said with mock seriousness.
“Speaking of purpose,” Sam began, wincing slightly as she adjusted her position on the bed. “Any word on your people?”
Teyla shook her head ruefully. “None,” she sighed. “We have followed up on every lead, and I must thank you and your people for their generosity in this matter, but, as of yet, we have found nothing.”
Carter noticed the other woman’s thumb absently rubbing back and forth over her hand even as her other hand did the same to her protruding stomach, but wisely said nothing about that. Instead, she pointed out, “They are not just my people, Teyla, they are yours too. We may not be Athosian, but we do count you as part of our family.”
The pregnant woman blinked back tears again, looking up with a mixture of thanks and rueful annoyance at her emotional state. “Colonel Sheppard recently said something similar,” she confided. “He said that, no matter what, my son would grow up with a family.”
“He wasn’t wrong,” Sam assured her. She tried to pat her hand, and barely bit back a whimper at the simple movement. Maybe Teyla’s hormones were affecting her as well, because she rarely let herself show any kind of pain to anyone outside of SG-1. Either that, or some part of her truly trusted this other woman.
Teyla calmly slid her hand away, pressing the call button before returning it to its previous position. “You are in discomfort. Please allow Doctor Keller and her nurses to administer pain medication,” she said sternly, as if it was not asking permission as much as giving an order. Sam opened her mouth to protest, but was cut off with a gentle, “I will remain here to ensure no one abuses the situation. I understand your need to appear strong but, as it was recently pointed out to me, there is no need to be stupid about it.”
Sam chuffed out a laugh, hand immediately going to her ribcage for the effort. “Ronon?” she guessed.
“And Doctor McKay... and Colonel Sheppard,” she admitted with a smile.
“You don’t need to stay here, that’s not fair to you,” Sam offered a token protest. As much as she would love the company, the infirmary chair was hardly the spot for a pregnant woman to be for any length of time. Thankfully, the chair looked cushioned and comfortable, and she knew for a fact it did not usually come with the optional pillow and blanket. She had the fleeting feeling that this was either a set up, or that Teyla had already made up her mind while she was unconscious.
“It is my choice,” the other woman said, eyebrow threatening to rise. “You are going to need assistance over the next few days, and I am more than willing to provide it,” she said simply. The corners of her lips turned up slightly as she added, “Besides, it will give me something to do other than meditate.”
Sam smiled at that, feeling a warmth and comfort that came from more than the extra pain meds the nurse just injected. Allowing herself one last glance at the woman who sat beside her, at her friend, she finally let her eyes drift closed once more, content in the knowledge that she was safe, and that she was not alone. Surprisingly, she was okay with that.
End.
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Feedback is always welcomed.
Three short stories focusing on the aftermath of the SGA episode “Trio”.
- Duo (McKay and Sheppard) Slash
- ‘Twined (Keller and Ronon) Het
- Double (Sam and Teyla) Femslash that’s more Friendship than Slash
Rating: PG-13 (all)
Synopsis: They are not alone. AKA the Trio becomes a Sextet.
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine; they belong to people with far more money than me. I am only borrowing them to play and making no profit from this.
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Double - Sam and Teyla
~~~~~~~~~~
Sam opened her eyes slowly, knowing without looking that she was in the infirmary. It might be in another galaxy full of alien technology, but some things, like the steady beat of a heart monitor, the gentle smell of antiseptic, never changed.
She was, however, surprised to find someone at her bedside. Had she been at home, back at the mountain, she would have expected to find Daniel or Teal’c, or maybe even Cam or Vala, parked in one of the usually uncomfortable plastic chairs. Here she was still too new to have bonds like that, to expect someone to wait up for her, especially with the necessary distance her command position demanded.
Teyla must not have gotten that memo.
The Athosian woman was sitting in the Ancient equivalent of a waiting room chair, not quite the standard plastic, but still not quite the most comfortable thing out there. She had one hand warm against her chilled own, and one hand resting on her increasingly pregnant belly. “You are awake,” she said in greeting, a wide smile breaking out over her tired features.
“Yeah,” Sam agreed groggily. She accepted the offered cup of water, the simple effort of pulling on the straw reawakening the strains and pains she had been trying to block out, all of the coalescing in her right leg.
“Do you require additional pain medication?” Teyla offered, hand already reaching for the call button hooked to the side of the bed.
“No,” Carter insisted, shaking her cotton-stuffed head. “I’m pretty sure they already have me on the good stuff.”
She had also left strict orders regarding how much she would allow, hating the feeling of her defenses crumbling around her and having nothing left to fight with. True, there was always the chance someone could try to take advantage of the weakness and pump her for information while she was down, but she didn’t think it was likely, especially not here. She had never broken from drugs, and she didn’t plan on starting to now. No, it was more about control, and the appearance of strength. She needed her mind clear and strong to help give her body the strength it needed in any given situation. She couldn’t appear weak, not now, not ever, not if she wished to stay in command.
“I understand,” Teyla was saying, and she had no doubt that she did. “How are you doing?”
“Fine,” Sam answered without thinking. Seeing the delicately arched eyebrows pointing in her direction, she amended that to, “I have a broken leg and a bruised spine and hurt. A lot. But I apparently escaped without any internal injuries or falling into a bottomless chasm, so I count that as a win.”
Teyla smiled, clearly pleased at her honesty. After a moment, her face turned serious once more. “It was worrying, when the three of you returned through the gate,” she admitted in a small voice. “I had only known you had left for simple negotiations. There was no delay, no sign of any trouble, and then the three of you... Seeing Doctor McKay and Doctor Keller, trying to support you, even with their own injuries, and the blood... I am pleased you are going to be okay.”
Sam watched as the smaller woman blinked rapidly, trying to hold back some emotion. “And you? How are you doing?” she asked, shifting slightly so Teyla’s hand was no longer just covering her own, but joined together with it.
Teyla sniffed, but her smile returned. “I am fine,” she said, echoing Sam’s own earlier words. “I am, however, apparently something Doctor Keller calls ‘hormonal’ - she assures me it is normal, but it is very difficult not having full control of one’s thoughts and emotions. I try to meditate to find that inner peace once more, but...”
“You’re getting restless,” Sam supplied, taking the nod as confirmation. “It probably doesn’t help that you’re not out on very many missions right now, at least then you could focus that energy on something,” she guessed.
Teyla seemed to bite her lip, and fidget in a completely non-Teyla-like way. “It is safest for my son this way, I do know this. At the same time, it is very difficult to feel productive when all you do is meditate. I have offered Bantos lessons to the Marines, but most refuse, citing ‘proper upbringing’ forbidding them from risking harming a pregnant woman.”
Carter pressed herself deeper into the pillows with a grin. “They probably just don’t want to get their asses kicked by you right now - it would ruin their street cred.”
Teyla allowed herself a small smile at that. “Ronon said the same thing and yet, he too refuses to challenge me at this time,” she admitted.
“You’ll get them all after the baby is born,” Sam assured her. “With interest.”
“That thought shall give me purpose,” Teyla said with mock seriousness.
“Speaking of purpose,” Sam began, wincing slightly as she adjusted her position on the bed. “Any word on your people?”
Teyla shook her head ruefully. “None,” she sighed. “We have followed up on every lead, and I must thank you and your people for their generosity in this matter, but, as of yet, we have found nothing.”
Carter noticed the other woman’s thumb absently rubbing back and forth over her hand even as her other hand did the same to her protruding stomach, but wisely said nothing about that. Instead, she pointed out, “They are not just my people, Teyla, they are yours too. We may not be Athosian, but we do count you as part of our family.”
The pregnant woman blinked back tears again, looking up with a mixture of thanks and rueful annoyance at her emotional state. “Colonel Sheppard recently said something similar,” she confided. “He said that, no matter what, my son would grow up with a family.”
“He wasn’t wrong,” Sam assured her. She tried to pat her hand, and barely bit back a whimper at the simple movement. Maybe Teyla’s hormones were affecting her as well, because she rarely let herself show any kind of pain to anyone outside of SG-1. Either that, or some part of her truly trusted this other woman.
Teyla calmly slid her hand away, pressing the call button before returning it to its previous position. “You are in discomfort. Please allow Doctor Keller and her nurses to administer pain medication,” she said sternly, as if it was not asking permission as much as giving an order. Sam opened her mouth to protest, but was cut off with a gentle, “I will remain here to ensure no one abuses the situation. I understand your need to appear strong but, as it was recently pointed out to me, there is no need to be stupid about it.”
Sam chuffed out a laugh, hand immediately going to her ribcage for the effort. “Ronon?” she guessed.
“And Doctor McKay... and Colonel Sheppard,” she admitted with a smile.
“You don’t need to stay here, that’s not fair to you,” Sam offered a token protest. As much as she would love the company, the infirmary chair was hardly the spot for a pregnant woman to be for any length of time. Thankfully, the chair looked cushioned and comfortable, and she knew for a fact it did not usually come with the optional pillow and blanket. She had the fleeting feeling that this was either a set up, or that Teyla had already made up her mind while she was unconscious.
“It is my choice,” the other woman said, eyebrow threatening to rise. “You are going to need assistance over the next few days, and I am more than willing to provide it,” she said simply. The corners of her lips turned up slightly as she added, “Besides, it will give me something to do other than meditate.”
Sam smiled at that, feeling a warmth and comfort that came from more than the extra pain meds the nurse just injected. Allowing herself one last glance at the woman who sat beside her, at her friend, she finally let her eyes drift closed once more, content in the knowledge that she was safe, and that she was not alone. Surprisingly, she was okay with that.
End.
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Feedback is always welcomed.