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Rumors
Author: Donna Lynn
Status: Complete
Word Count: 1,697
Category: Angst
Spoilers/Rumors: Specifically “Sateda”
but general otherwise
Season: 3
Rating: R
Content Warning: Language, some
violence and talk of sexual tension faintly.
Summary: John irritated…Teyla
angry…not a good equation.
Author's Note: Most of the stories
we see about John and Teyla are nice settings and romantic and nothing hardly ever goes wrong. Well, this is another take on
how they could argue. Call me crazy it just popped into my head one day.
Pairing: John/Teyla
Disclaimer: The characters of Stargate: Atlantis do not belong to me.
So DO NOT sue me!
Teyla
could feel his eyes on her. For the last hour or so he watched from the
shadows, not moving, not speaking. He was content as he was. All that could be
heard were the sharp whistle sounds of her weapons movements and the shuffle of
her feet on the floor. It was towards evening and the sun was starting to set
and the room held an orange glow. She executed a few more moves then stood
strait and turned to face her audience. “Is there something I can help you
with?” she asked with a little bit of an attitude.
Leaned
against the wall was Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard in the shadows dressed in
casual clothes. White T-shirt with a pair of faded blue jeans and no socks or
shoes. He liked walking around barefooted at night, felt more homely to him.
“Depends,” he shrugged taking note of her stiff posture, and he had a feeling
it wasn’t from her workout.
“On
what?” she walked to her bag and grabbed a towel. “What kind of a mood you are
in?”
He
narrowed his eyes in confusion and pushed away from the wall and approached
her. “What’s got your panties in a wad?” he asked plainly putting his hands on
his hips.
“Nothing,”
she spat, not hiding her hostile behavior.
“You’re
pissed about something,” he noted watching her pack her things.
“It is
nothing you need to concern yourself with Colonel,” she stated as
professionally as possible.
“Well
since I’ve got a sneaky suspicion you’re pissed with me I think I’ve got a
right to know,” he argued.
She
snorted. “Because it is convenient for you?” she accused zipping her bag. She
made to leave but he stepped in front of her. “Out of my way Colonel,” she
threatened lowly looking him dead in the eye.
“Hold on
a damn minute,” he held up his hands as if to keep her from moving without
touching her.
“Move,”
she demanded more loudly.
“No!” he
yelled back stepping closer.
“I do
not wish to speak with you right now,” she told him clearly trying to keep her
temper from flaring any further.
“Too damn bad! If I’ve done something to piss you off
then tell me!” he was getting frustrated now.
“Do not
concern yourself,” she gritted out.
He
growled in frustration, “You can be so goddamn infuriating!”
She
sighed in frustration and moved past him for the doors. She was almost to them
when they suddenly closed locking her in. Without looking at him she walked to
the control panel and tried to key her way out, nothing. She knew he was using
his mental capabilities to lock her in. It was an advantage she loved and hated
about him. It was times like these she hated it. Locked in a room with Colonel
Sheppard was not a good thing at the moment. She slowly turned and dropped her
bag. “Open the doors,” she ordered calmly.
“No,” he
crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head.
She
clenched her jaw and turned back to the control pad and started to work on it
again. She heard his naked feet on the floor as he walked up behind her.
“You’re
not gonna get it to work until you tell me what’s crawled up your ass,” he
voiced plainly.
She
quickly turned and without warning slapped him across the face as hard as she
could, hip and all in the swing, making him jerk back slightly. The sound of
the slap echoed in the closed room and Teyla gaped at her own action. She
watched as he lifted his head, his tongue massaging the small cut she caused
from his lip scraping his teeth.
“Well
now I know you’re pissed with me. What the hell did I do this time?” he asked
like she never hit him. “Feel better now?” he asked touching his lip to see a
little blood but it was almost stopped already.
“Why did
you do it?” she was trying to dampen her anger but she was having little
success.
“Do
what?” he spat still touching the cut on his lip.
She
narrowed her eyes at him. “Do you truly think you did no wrong?” She wasn’t
sure if he was playing dumb or if he really didn’t know what she was talking
about.
“I don’t
know what you’re talking about Teyla,” he tried to explain. “All I know is
you’ve been avoiding me for three days now and I came down here to find out
what’s got you so pissed.”
“How
could you say such things?” her expression was one of hurt.
At her
expression his anger quickly dissipated. “What things?” he asked.
Tears
threatened to spill from her eyes and she quickly wiped them away and put her
hands on her hips. “Please just tell me the truth,” she almost begged.
He felt clueless
and he hated that. It ripped at his heart to see her upset and almost to the
point of tears. “What have you been hearing Teyla I swear I don’t know what
you’re talking about?”
“I have
heard you claim to have taken me into your bed,” she revealed.
He
stared at her, “Who said that?”
“It does
not matter.”
“The
hell it does!”
“Is it
true?”
He
ignored her rant, “Was it Bates?” He was no longer in charge of security in
Atlantis but he still liked to ruffle feathers once in a while. Lorne was in
charge of security now and things ran more smoothly.
“Just
tell me the truth!” she begged a tear slipping down her cheek.
“Of
course it’s not!” he yelled in return.
They
stood in delicate silence for a long moment.
“I am
sorry,” she apologized quietly. “I have handled this all wrong.” She couldn’t
believe her behavior. She had been in Atlantis long enough to know that the
rumor mill was always full of non factual information. That was why it was
called the rumor mill. But that hardly made her feel better. To have believed
that John actually said he slept with her…she overreacted.
He
clenched his jaw and sighed. “You should have come to me,” he said softly and
shifted on his feet. “How did you hear?” He wondered if it was the usual
scuttle or if someone actually approached her about it.
She
closed her eyes briefly from embarrassment. “I, please can we not discuss it
any further? I sincerely apologize for my recent behavior I should not have
reacted as I did…” she trailed off from her rant.
“…Teyla,”
he approached her and tilted his head down at her. “You should have come to me
about this.” he said quietly.
She
avoided eye contact and licked her lips. “I…did not want to believe it but…”
“But
what?” he repeated. Someone must have said something to her directly. She purposely
avoided gossip, the rumor mill, anything of sort. He really wanted to know who
so he could walk up to them, slam them against the wall and threaten them with
one hell of an ass kicking if they ever so much as looked her way again. There
was no telling who it could’ve been. New people were coming in and out of the
gate and by ship every week. The new recruits knew the rules but that didn’t
stop small talk in the locker rooms or at lunch or just in their private time.
She
instantly stiffened, “I do not see the point in discussing it any further…”
“…come
on Teyla if it’s bothered you this bad…”
“…why do
you wish to know so badly?” she asked.
“So I
can shove my foot up his ass!” he returned loudly.
She
rolled her eyes with a sigh, “And what will that accomplish John?”
“The men
know better!” he stated. “What you, Elizabeth and all the other female members
of this expedition don’t realize is when these men get here it hasn’t sunk in
yet. They don’t fully realize when they get here it could be a long time before
they get any female companionship. That kind of thing starts to wear down on a
guy and his mouth starts runnin’ and before he knows it he’s propositioned the
wrong woman.” He turned away running his hand through his hair in frustration.
She stared
into his backside as his words sank in. He not only spoke for his men but for
himself as well. Had his stay in Atlantis been that uncomfortable? Was he able
to keep to himself that long? Was this why there was unmistakable tension
between them? The questions tumbled through her mind as the silence grew
between them. “What am I too you?” she asked quietly. His back stiffened and
his head hung but he did not turn to her. “John…please…”
she whispered.
There
was a long pause before he spoke. “…you know what you are to me,” he sounded so
guarded, so afraid, like if he spoke his world would shatter.
She
nodded even though he could not see her. “I know you would lay down your life
for me,” she remembered their conversation on Daedalus when they went to rescue
Ronon from the Wraith on Sateda. “But you would do that for anyone you are
close with.”
“I can’t
say what you want me to say Teyla,” he mumbled regrettably. Even though he knew
she knew…he couldn’t say it. To say it would mean more and that was something
he couldn’t give her right now.
Her eyes
watered and her lips trembled, she understood, but it still hurt nonetheless.
She took a deep breath to steady herself. “It was Major Lorne that approached
me, but only after hearing scuttle in the locker room.” She paused for a moment
as she picked up her bag. “If you wish to no whom you
will have to speak with the Major.” With that she turned and started for the
door. It opened, as she knew it would, and she walked out leaving a defeated
John behind.
A single
tear fell down John’s cheek as he closed his eyes. “I’m sorry Teyla…” he
whispered to the empty room.
THE END
Author’s Note: I might right a sequel but I’m not sure yet.
I’ve been out of the writing circle for quit a while now. This is the first
thing I’ve posted in like 9 months! I can’t explain myself other than I’ve need
a hiatus myself. Let me know what you think.
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