Stargate Atlantis AU. I'll probably add a chapter or two to flesh it out a little more. And even though the opening scene is taken from the show, things are changed.

Disclaimer: Do not own SGA, characters, etc.

It takes all that she has not to throw a punch. Her hands clench and she can feel every muscle tense and her head pounds as he says, "Sheppard might trust you but I sure as hell don't."

She breathes in and begins to count.


"You know what I think?"


"I think that you went native."


"Someone took those drugs from lock-up."


"And you know what they say."


"Once a junkie…"


"Always a junkie."

She doesn't get to four. Her fist connects with his face and there's a moment of pain but she ignores it as she yells, "How dare you, how dare you accuse me." She shoves him but he pushes back and they struggle for a moment before hands grab her by the upper arm. She breaks their grip and goes for Bates but as she lunges, the person catches her around the waist.

"That's enough!"

It's John.

Lorne has stepped in front of Bates and is trying to calm him down. Rodney is just standing there, tablet in hand, mouth open. "What the…"

"He," Teyla jerks forward but Sheppard tightens his arms. "He accused me of taking the missing drugs."

"Because she did," Bates growls, "and it's only a matter of time before I prove it."

"I said that's enough," John's voice is low. Rough.

"Get your team under control, Sheppard," Bates spits before walking away.

Teyla takes a few unsteady steps back and leans against the wall. John is watching her. He hasn't said anything yet but she can see the anger in his eyes. "He accused-"

"I heard what you said." John runs a hand through his hair. "What the hell is the matter with you," his voice has risen. "You just assaulted a senior officer, I could have your badge, the Chief could have your badge."

She stares at the ground.

"Go lay low while clean this up, got it?" John shakes his head.

"Sir," Teyla begins.

"I don't want to hear it," he snaps. "Not right now."

She's sitting in the locker room when John enters. He takes a seat on the bench next to her.

"I did not take the drugs," She says.

"I know," John sighs. "I don't blame you for losing it."

She looks up. John looks away. He was there. Through everything. He was the one who recommended her to Carter for the undercover narcotics job in the first place. He was the one who she had turned to when things started going wrong. When Ford overdosed. When they finally made the arrests. He was there when she knocked on his door, in the middle of withdrawals, not wanting to end up in the ground like Ford had.

He wouldn't have let her back on his team unless he was sure. Absolutely sure, that she was clean. And she had been for over a year. She still is. "I had to work hard to get here," she says. "It is still a difficult journey. And to have Bates…to have him question that…"

John lays a hand on her knee. "I know," he says. "And I believe you. But you know that IA is still going to question you."

"I know."

"And you know that you can't punch Woolsey in the face."

The sad thing is, John is being completely serious. She feels like she let him down, in a way.

"I know."

He nods. "Good." Standing, he reaches a hand towards her. "How about we grab something to eat."

She takes his hand and allows him to pull her to her feet. "I would prefer to spar."

John groans. "This is to get your anger out, isn't it."


"And I'm going to get my ass kicked, aren't I."

Teyla smirks, "You should be used to it by now."