A/N – And another one starts! Okay, this chapter is really short and just setting up the story. Basically it's going to be a series of John/Teyla missing moments focused on sleeping. I should get the next chapter up tomorrow, and hopefully the next instalment of Baby Love as well.

SPOILERS for Sunday in this chapter.

Disclaimer – I own nada.

Prologue

Teyla sighed and wearily swung her legs out of bed. She had never felt so tired – her body felt heavy and her head ached dully from lack of sleep. It had been the same for almost two weeks now, ever since that Sunday.

In the infirmary, Teyla had been under the influence of some fairly strong painkillers, and they had kept her quite drowsy. But as the pain from her wound wore off she no longer had the help of those drugs to rest, and had seemed to have lost the ability to sleep properly. Every hour or so she would manage to doze off, but would wake again after only a few fitful minutes. She was not experiencing nightmares or any kind of vivid dreams, and yet she just couldn't seem to stay asleep.

She had thought returning to her own quarters would help, but she had been there four nights now and had experienced no change.

Teyla got dressed, deciding that a walk may help to tire her out further, or at least clear her mind. One consequence of not being able to sleep was that she could not escape her thoughts – and all she could think about was that day.

It had been so needless. Such a waste of life. She did not understand why such a machine existed – surely the Ancestors must have known that it might affect them as well? If so, why build such a device? If there was the slightest chance that an experiment would harm someone, Carson would never –

Teyla sighed and rubbed her temples. She desperately needed to sleep.

Opening the door to her room, Teyla stepped out into the deserted corridor. Pale moonlight filtered in through the window at the end of the hall, and she walked towards it. Atlantis was beautiful at night. So peaceful. She sighed and rested her forehead against the glass, looking out at the ocean.

"Teyla?"

Teyla spun around at the sound of her name. John Sheppard was standing at the other end of the corridor, looking at her with confusion. He walked over to her. "Are you okay?"

Teyla smiled at him. "Yes," she said quietly. "I am just having a little difficulty sleeping." She tried not to let her extreme tiredness show on her face. It did not seem to work.

"You look really tired," John said, frowning with concern. "Maybe you should get some sleeping pills."

Teyla shook her head "No," she replied. "I do not like the feeling that I have no control over waking." She had tried them before and had not enjoyed the experience.

John smiled slightly. "Yeah, I don't take them either," he said. "Still though…"

Teyla decided to change the subject. "Why are you still awake?" She asked. John rolled his eyes. "Training a couple of the new pilots," he said. "We had to get some night flying in."

Teyla smiled. "How did that go?" She asked. She knew John hated training the new recruits.

He pulled a face. "Don't ask," he said. "Listen, I'm not gonna be getting to sleep for a while, so I was going to watch a movie. You want to join me?"

Teyla looked at him suspiciously. "It is not Top Gun again, is it, because there's only so many times I can watch –"

John laughed. "No, no, it's not Top Gun," he said. "Though don't go insulting the classics." He waved his finger at her as they started to walk down the corridor. Teyla smiled again.

"It's called Die Hard," John said. "It's an absolute classic."

John referred to most films as classics. "Another one?" She said teasingly.

John gave Teyla a disparaging look and she laughed lightly. They had reached John's quarters and he waved his hand over the control panel to open it. The lights came on as they stepped inside and the door closed behind them. John waved vaguely at his sofa. "Have a seat," he said, walking over to his desk to get his laptop.

Teyla sat down on the sofa and watched as John booted up the computer and inserted the disc. He came and sat down next to Teyla just as she yawned widely.

"Do you want to sit on the bed?" he asked her. "In case you fall asleep?"

Teyla shook her head. "I will not," she said. "I have not been able to sleep properly for a while now."

"How long?"

Teyla thought for a moment. "Just over a week," she told him.

John stared at her. "Teyla…"

"I know."

"You have to see someone about it," he said.

Teyla sighed. "I will," she said. "So, what is this 'classic' about?"

John raised an eyebrow at the not-so-subtle subject change but obediently turned back to the laptop. "It's about a cop who's in a building when a terrorist group take over and how he fights single-handedly against them," he told Teyla.

Teyla frowned in confusion. "What is a cop?" She asked.

John looked at her a little despairingly, and she tried to look apologetic, though she actually found the look on his face quite amusing. John sighed.

"A cop is a slang term for a policeman - who is someone that makes sure the law is followed. They have the power to arrest people and lock people in jail and stuff."

"I see," Teyla said, almost telling the truth. "And are there many… cops… on Earth?"

"Oh yeah, every country has policemen," John said. "There're loads, but we always need more. They're pretty important to keeping society running smoothly."

Teyla nodded and turned her attention to the movie. Even though she liked to tease John about his love of action movies and his obsession with Top Gun, she absolutely loved watching them. And this one did sound interesting.

By the time John McClane had got to the Nakotomi Plaza, Teyla was fast asleep.

John reached for a bottle of water on his bedside table, trying not to move too much in case he woke her – she had rather inconveniently fallen asleep with her head on his shoulder.

Successful in his mission, John took a sip of water and looked down at the Athosian leader. Her breathing was steady and her face peaceful.

"Well," he whispered. "I guess Die Hard isn't for everyone."