Part Four

hope it's a satisfying ending :)

Teyla was still sitting right where he'd left her. While her hands were folded on her lap, her eyes were miles away. She looked like a troubled Angel.

Looks can be deceiving. He smiled to himself. She could kick his ass to next Tuesday if she wanted.

"Hey Teyla."

"Hey John."

"I have to tell you something."

She cocked her head but remained quiet.

John cleared his throat. "You were right, I don't give a damn about that report. Hell, I didn't even look at it," he admitted.

She was fighting a smile. "So are you going to tell me what all this is really about. And what Rodney was doing at my door just now." Teyla crossed her arms over her chest. "Follow up on that meeting you had with him."

"Okay, okay we might have misled you about that as well. It was for a good cause though."

'"I'm waiting." She tried to look nonchalant but he could see her curiosity creeping into her now only mildly successful scowl.

"He was helping me look for something important I'd lost. I'm happy to say we were successful."

Without any pretense he held out his gift for her to see.

Her reaction was even better than his fantasy. Her face went through a roller coaster ride of emotions.

It was where the ride stopped that made his knees go weak.

Love and vulnerability were written all over her face.

"John," she breathed.

"So you like it?"

"Like it." She stood and walked slowly only stopping when she was less than a foot from him. "Can I..."

"Of course. It's yours Teyla."

She reached out, taking it tentatively at first. Then he watched as she took it all in, the shape, color, and size. He knew he had gotten the specs right. Her gaze finally stopped on the embroidery.

Her fingers traced the name he'd had sewn onto the animals furry side.


"Now you can have Grawb sleeping above your pillow every night."

She clutched the replica of the cuddly pertew to her chest and rested her head on top of it.

When she looked up again tears were tracking down her cheeks. No one had ever looked at him like that before. So much love and gratitude. It was almost too much.

He quickly swiped at his eyes.

"I love it John. It's the most thoughtful, and wonderful gift I have ever been given."

John let out a breath he hadn't known he was holding. "Good."

She smiled as another tear trailed down her face. Teyla walked over to her bed and laid the plush pertew down, right above her pillow. Then she turned and faced him again.

John felt compelled to go to her. The moment he was within arms length she pulled him into a hug. He was surprised, for all of a second, before his arms enveloped her, pulling her even closer.

He rested his head on top of hers and took in her scent.

"Happy Anniversary Teyla."

Her reaction was not what he expected.

"Happy Anniversary to you as well John. My gift is not nearly as good, I am afraid."

"My gift?" He said into her hair.

"Of course, did you think I would forget the anniversary of the day we met."

John laughed as they parted, but only half way, her arms were still resting on his sides. "I thought I was the only one with the surprises tonight."

"I am sorry to disappoint you but -" she headed for her closet and returned with a thin, foot long package."

"I hope you like it."

John felt like a kid again, waiting to open a present on Christmas morning. It had always been his favorite holiday, somehow this was even better.

He flashed her a huge grin before he dug into the package.

"Excited Colonel?"

"Who me?"

When he finally tore through the last bit of paper his heart almost stopped. And that was just from the box. It was hand made, that was more than obvious. Wooden, engraved with Athosian writing all along the sides.

"The top comes off, its a place to keep your gift when you are not using them."

"What does it say," he whispered.

She stepped closer, her shoulder was pressed against him. Her fingers pressed into the perfectly carved letters, they trailed over each word as she spoke them in a gentle, yet meaningful tone. "Trust. Loyalty. Respect. Friendship. Family." She stopped when her fingers rested on the last word.

She waited until he met her warm, inviting, brown eyes.

The moments seemed to tick by, neither wanting to disturb the place they had found. Complete comfort with each other, nothing but them existed at this moment. It was a moment John could spend the rest of his life in, staring into her eyes, her body pressed against his, just being near each other.

Then she spoke. He voice barely even audible, but John would have heard her no matter what.


"Thank you Teyla."

"Open it John."

"Oh, yeah."

He removed the lid and Teyla took it from him and clutched it to her chest in a somewhat protective gesture.

"Teyla. My god. These are for me?"

"So you like them?"

"I love them."

"They were made especially for your height, weight, and," she grinned, "fighting style."

John took one of the two perfectly crafted weapons out, and examined it. "My very own fighting sticks."

"Now you do not need to borrow my spare pair anymore."

"Teyla these are amazing."

"No more than your gift John."

Screw this. He set his gift on her bed and before he could chicken out, she got another hug. "Thank you so much."

"No, thank you."

When they pulled away it wasn't awkward or uncomfortable. It was just nice. John wasn't used to this feeling, but he knew he didn't want it to go away...ever.

"So can we go try these out?"

She gave him a playful grin. "I was hoping you would say that. Just give me a moment to change."

Thoughts of Teyla in her sparring outfit only enhanced his already wonderful mood. Lord have mercy. This woman will be the death of my bachelorhood.

No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't bring himself to feel upset by that.


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