A/N: I think this chapter will be the end of this story, kinda bringing this story full circle with "Conversion".

Times had been stressful. John was alone in his quarters. It had been only a handful of hours since he'd been released from the infirmary. He'd made his apology to Teyla, or tried to. He wasn't sure how she'd reacted.

She'd simply said. "Think nothing of it."

It felt like a dismissal. He suddenly felt himself worried that he'd violated her in every way. After she'd left the gym he'd simply stood there for a few minutes. He was stunned for lack of a better word.

The retrovirus had turned him into a primate, for lack of a better word. He'd kissed her out of pure instinct. He'd violated her personal space, and her respect, all in one action.

He picked up the guitar in the corner and began to play. He hadn't really gotten into it, but it was something he did in his free time. He began to sing quietly to his own tune that he'd just made up in the last few seconds.

He glanced at his watch. It was getting late, but he didn't feel like sleeping. It brought back the memories he was ashamed of. He leaned back and continued to play. It was actually somewhat relaxing.

The hours blurred by. He didn't care or notice. To him, the world was simply doing what it always did. He was trying to understand why he felt the way he did. He'd promised himself that he'd never abuse her trust. He'd done just that. It hurt in more ways than one.

He was knocked from his routine by a knock on the door. He glanced at his watch; it was in the middle of the night. He couldn't think of any reason that anyone would visit him at this time.

He was shocked when he opened the door to find Teyla. "Teyla, what are you doing here?" He asked.

"I could not sleep." She replied.

"A nightmare?" He asked.

"No." She replied.

John wasn't certain how to reply. "Then why?" He stuttered.

"I never answered you earlier."

"You told me to think nothing of it. I tried." He laughed at himself. "But I couldn't." He lowered his head. "I violated you in every way possible."

Teyla nodded in acknowledgement, but her expression wasn't harsh. "It was unexpected. I did not believe that you shared my feelings."

John immediately became alert. "What? Did you just say that I shared your feelings?"

"Would there be any other reason for us to be so close?"

"I was just trying to be a friend, a real friend." He motioned for her to enter.

Teyla stepped in. "I am grateful."

He closed the door behind her and pulled her into his arms. All he could think of was how grateful he was that she was still his friend.