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Dr. Weir was walking down the staircase when the team stepped—or rather, stumbled—through the stargate and into the gateroom. Her eyes widened when she saw the condition of the team, and the fact that they had Teyla with them. She practically ran down the remaining steps toward them.

"John, what happened?" she asked, staring at them in disbelief.

"Long story," he replied with a grimace.

Now that the adrenaline from their encounter with the wraith had worn off, John's leg was starting to become really painful. He felt the wound throb with every heartbeat, and the weight of the knife still in the wound was agony. Blood slowly trickled down his leg on the floor, leaving red spots wherever he walked. He felt like he could just lie down on the floor and pass out. Apparently Teyla was having a similar problem, because suddenly she went completely limp in Rodney's arms.

"Whoa," McKay said, catching her before she fell. "A little help here?" he called as the medical team rushed into the gateroom.

John saw Teyla being taken from Rodney laid gently on a gurney, doctor Beckett leaning over her and shouting orders to his team. Then he saw Carson turn to him, point at his injured leg and say something to his team. Even though John strained to hear what was said, the words were lost in the loud buzzing that was quickly masking all other sounds. Then his leg shot blinding pain through his body, and darkness slowly closed on his vision.


John slowly opened his eyes, feeling the soft sheets of the infirmary beneath his arms and hearing the soft beep of a heart monitor next to his bed. Looking quickly down to his leg, he saw only the outline of his body underneath the clean white blankets. No knife sticking out of his leg. Good.

Wait, hold on a minute—Teyla! Where was she? Had they really found her, or was it all just a dream? He quickly turned to his left, then breathed a deep sigh of relief. Teyla was stretched out on the bed next to him, fast asleep. He took the opportunity to examined her closely . . . well, as closely as he could from about five feet away. Her face was no longer as pale as it had been on the planet, and her right shoulder was bandaged. Just like him, she was hooked up to an I.V. going down to her arm.

Despite all the other indications of his senses, John felt like he needed to touch her, to make sure she wasn't some cruel hallucination from his overstressed mind. So many times in the past two days he thought she had been lost forever; that he would never see her again. She was so close now, only a little ways away—he sat up in his bed, wincing as he removed the I.V. from his arm. Trying not to use his bad leg, he lifted himself out of his bed and onto the chair next to Teyla. He leaned forward and took her hand in his trembling one. It was a little cold, but it was real. He closed his eyes in relief. She was there, and they were all safe. For the first time in what seemed like an eternity, he could rest. He lay his head down on his other arm where it was resting on her mattress. Just a moment, he thought, then he would return to his own bed.


Ten minutes later, Elizabeth walked into the infirmary. Noticing John's empty bed, she was just about to call for a nurse when she saw a tuft of dark hair sticking up from Teyla's other side. Drawing closer, she saw that John had fallen asleep in the chair next to Teyla, his head resting on the edge of her bed and her hand firmly grasped in his. She smiled slightly. She took one last look at the two slumbering team mates, then left the infirmary as quietly as she could.


John woke up to a crick in his neck and a throbbing leg. Where was he? He lifted his head. Oh. He must have fallen asleep in the chair next to Teyla. He was about to try to get back into his bed when he noticed that he had never let go of Teyla's hand. As he began to loosen his fingers, he suddenly realized that he had no wish to let go. Come to think of it, why did he have to? Taking a quick glance around the infirmary, he didn't see anyone around who could blackmail him for holding his team member's hand. Maybe he could stay there a little longer.

Suddenly the fingers he was holding began to move, and Teyla's eyes fluttered.

"Teyla?" he said quietly.

Her head turned toward his voice, and brown eyes opened lazily. "John?" she whispered, her voice sounding very tired.

He smiled. "Yeah, it's me," he replied.

"What happened?" she asked.

"You passed out in the gateroom. The docs fixed you all up, you're fine now," John said reassuringly.

She was looking at him through half-lidded eyes, a small smile playing about her lips at just seeing him.

"Thank you," she said quietly.

"For what?" John asked. Her eyes began to drift shut again.

"Everything," she whispered.

John smiled. "You're welcome." he said softly. "Any time." And he meant it. No matter what happened, he would always come for her. And he knew, without a doubt, that she would do the same for him. It was who they were. A team. More than that, they were a family. And that feeling was something John wouldn't have given up for the world.

The End

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