Disclaimer – I own nothing of the Stargate franchise.

This story was written in honour of Quania's birthday – it's very short and is set sometime in Series One.

Happy Birthday, Major

"I should have known I wouldn't get away with it…"

Teyla smiled as John joined her on the balcony. He had a glass of Zelenka's best moonshine in one hand, which he sipped from, pulling a face.

"It's like something Hawkeye would make!" He said. Teyla frowned in confusion and John rolled his eyes. "He was a character on a TV show called MASH, which was set during the Korean war… which happened on Earth… anyway, he had a still in his tent –"

Teyla still looked confused. He gave up and took another sip of his drink.

Teyla smiled again. "Are you not enjoying your birthday party, Major?"

John looked over his shoulder at the windows of the commissary, where most of the Atlantis expedition had gathered, to celebrate his birthday. He gave her a twisted smile. "Sure, it's great," he said. "But you shouldn't have, really."

"It was Lieutenant Ford's idea," said Teyla. "I had very little to do with it."

"You had to distract me," John said. "I was wondering why you were so interested in baseball all of a sudden."

Teyla laughed. "I had to think of something to keep you away from the commissary," she said. There was a moment's silence, before she spoke again. "Why are you out here, Major?" She asked.

"Because you are," said John. Teyla raised her eyebrows, and John backtracked quickly and not at all elegantly.

"Er… I was just wondering where you were, you know, because you were in there at first and now you're not…. are you okay?"

Teyla smiled at him again, and John looked away, out to sea. He gulped down more of his drink.

"I am fine, thank you Major," she said. "I just wanted some air." She leant forward on the rail and also looked out to sea.

"In truth, the idea of a 'birthday party' is very strange to me," she said.

"Do you not celebrate birthdays?" John asked.

"We do," said Teyla. "But not in such a… big way. We mark the anniversary of our birth with a small family dinner, celebrating with our loved ones."

"No gifts?"

Teyla smiled. "No," she said.

John shook his head. "Too bad," he said. He grinned at her and Teyla laughed lightly.

"Did you like the gift Lieutenant Ford and Dr McKay gave you?" she said.

John grinned again. "They're crazy," he said. "Have you seen it? It's a robot!"

Teyla nodded. "I know," she said. "I am glad you like it – they have been working on it all week."

"Well, I love it," John said. "Though they haven't stopped playing with it all night… I'm not sure they'll actually let me keep it!"

Teyla laughed and John gulped down the rest of his drink. "I think I'll head back in," John said. "You coming?"

Teyla hesitated for a moment and then shook her head. "No, thank you," she said. "It is getting late – I think I will go to bed."

"Are you sure?" John asked.

Teyla smiled and nodded. "Yes," she said. "Enjoy the rest of your evening."

John nodded. Teyla started to walk away, but paused. "I am sorry I did not have a gift for you," she said.

John rolled his eyes. "Don't worry about it Teyla," he said. "I wasn't even expecting anyone to know it was my birthday."

Teyla smiled and then stepped forward. John stood stock-still as she placed her hand on his arm and leant up to kiss him lightly on his cheek. "Happy birthday, Major," she said, and then disappeared through the door into the commissary.

John watched her go and then, once he was able to breathe again, also walked into the commissary. Teyla was right about it getting late – the party was winding down and there were only a couple of dozen people left.

Ford and McKay were still there, making his new remote-control robot walk along the table-top.

John smiled. Between the party, the robot, and what had just happened, his birthday really hadn't been that bad.