Originally posted by Anuna
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Heeee! *g* I love when I inspire fun things. Anyway, guys! I have written a scene that cound work as the ending scene to my Teyla episode, Box of dreams.
Teyla, Torren, Kanaan, family time and John visiting them.
Enjoy and tell me what you think!
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Teyla, Torren, Kanaan, family time and John visiting them.
Enjoy and tell me what you think!*
Spoiler:
“Torren,” Teyla felt her patience leaving her as the boy reached for a strand of her hair yet again. Calmly, she removed his hand and resumed her efforts to bathe him – which was getting increasingly difficult as he grew.
“Ma – ma,” he said and gave her his best 'I'm busted' smile.
“What have I said about pulling mama's hair?” she gave him a kiss on the head and he splashed water at her. Teyla yelped in surprise and the little boy laughed joyfully. His father chose that very moment to take a peek into the bathroom.
“Are the two of you having a 'shout contest', as Doctor McKay would call it?”
Teyla shot her partner an amused smile.
“Your son is misbehaving.”
“My son is just like his mother,” Kanaan teased. “Or have you forgotten what you were like?” he walked in and knelt next to Teyla, smiling at the boy who in turn splashed Teyla again.
“Torren!” she sighed in exasperation. “I will have to change after I am done with this. And to answer your question, I do not recall what I was like at age of one season.”
“I do recall what you were like at age of three seasons. You used to poke me with a sharp stick and hide my toys,” teased Kanaan further. “My father always said you should have been a boy.”
“I liked being a girl,” smiled Teyla playfully.
“Because nobody expected you to be so sneaky? With that face and smile?”
“Do not complain if I managed to outsmart you,” Teyla pointed a soapy finger at Kanaan and poked his chest lightly. Torren observed his parents with great interest, and then chose to imitate his mother, which resulted in a wet splotch on Kanaan's chest. Kanaan laughed gently, and his face turned tender, something he did even as he was a boy. Teyla had always liked him for that, and for his gentle, quiet nature; as her own nature was quite opposite.
“Look! He is nothing but your son,” laughed Kanaan.
“If you do not cease to imply that I am being a bad influence on your progeny, I will splash water on you myself, Kanaan, son of Nollin,” threatened Teyla, but didn't have the time to make good on her threat because the doorbell chimed. “Looks like you are saved by the bell, as John would say,” she added.
Kanaan smiled brightly. “I truly am. Although I will never get used to that particular thing.”
“The doorbell?” she asked and he nodded. “Go see who it is, and I will finish up bathing him,” said Teyla.
Kanaan got up and walked briskly to the door – when it slid aside, Kanaan was greeted by John Sheppard's confused face as more shrieks and laughter erupted from the bathroom.
“Bad time?” asked John, pointing at Kanaan's wet tunic.
“No, just regular bath time,” he smiled and John grinned back. “Would you come in?”
John's face turned somewhat hesitant. “I didn't mean to, uh -”
“It is allright,” offered Kanaan. “Nothing Teyla couldn't handle. And you are quite safe as long as you are out of Torren's reach right now.”
“Torren!” Teyla's voice echoed from the bathroom. John looked at Kanaan, amused question lingering in his eyes.
“Teyla and I have just discussed how much our son is like her.”
“I have heard that,” a voice called over sounds of child's laughter. John grinned openly now and seemed to relax a little. Kanaan regarded him with curiosity – he was a close friend of Teyla, yet he seemed a little hesitant, awkward in his demeanor when he walked into this private space. Even though the relationship between two men was respectful and sometimes even cordial, Kanaan couldn't say he knew John at all – the man was reserved and quiet most of the time, keeping his thoughts to himself, which was sometimes very unfortunate, because Kanaan loved to talk.
“Would you like to sit down? Teyla should be finished any minute now. I wanted to ask a favor of you, if you do not mind,” offered Kanaan amicably. John nodded and they took a seat in the living area of the quarters – John on the sofa, while Kanaan sat in the big chair, removing toys and wooden building blocks along the way. “Oh, Ancestors, these are showing up everywhere since he started to walk.”
“On his own?” asked John with a bit of surprise.
“Not entirely on his own. He still has to hold onto furniture, or hold our hands.” Kanaan lowered his voice a little, “I dread the day when he he starts walking on his own, because he is enough trouble as it is. Like mother like son.”
“I really can't imagine Teyla as 'trouble'. Unless I'm sparring with her, that is,” John grinned again, leaning forward comfortably with elbows rested on his knees.
“She used to fight the boys who were bigger than her, if they did her wrong.”
“That does sound like her, actually.”
“I heard that too,” Teyla was finally able to join them, holding Torren wrapped in a towel. Her hair was disheveled and her clothes wet, while Torren looked perfectly innocent – an utterly different image of Teyla than john was used to, and as she regarded him, she could practically see jokes forming in his mind. Her well aimed glare didn't help the situation at all.
“Wow! Were two of you sparring in there?” John got up and walked over to “Teyla, to greet the boy. “Hey there, big guy.”
“Eeeeee!” was Torren's response as he pulled at John's black shirt.
“It was much worse, actually,” said Teyla and gave John a little smile. “Torren, do not pull John's shirt,” she tried to remove his little hands away from John, but the boy was insistent.
“Hey, it's okay. I can hold him,” offered John. Torren seemed delighted with the idea and quickly focused on details on John's outfit when John took him in his arms. “Boy, you're getting big really fast. What does your mom feed you?”
John proceeded to entertain the boy, and Torren was fascinated by the man's hair. It took several minutes until Teyla and Kanaan managed to pry him away from John, in order to take him to his room and get him dressed and prepared for sleep. Kanaan didn't get to ask John what he meant to, but John promised to come over the next day, and Kanaan bid him good night, on his and Torren's part.
Teyla's look lingered after Kanaan and Torren.
“He is really something,” said John, a faint smile on his face.
“Yes, getting bigger and surprising us every day,” said Teyla.
“I actually meant Kanaan,” said John, and Teyla met his answer with raised eyebrows. “He's a rare guy,” explained John. Teyla frowned amusedly.
“What does that mean, exactly?”
“Means I'd be freaked out in his shoes,” said John and Teyla narrowed her eyes at him, sensing that he was again joking his way out of a loaded topic. But she decided to help him out of the topic this time and laughed at his joke.
“I better not know what two of you were gossiping about,” said Teyla.
“Whoa, I am offended now. We are guys. We don't gossip,” John said matter of factly.
“Yes, and the leaves do not grow on trees. I have spent enough time with Ronon, Rodney and you to know you are worse than ladies at poker night,” Teyla said as she searched for a data padd on her desk. “Here you go. This is the report you needed.”
She held the padd in her hand just a moment longer than necessary before handing it to him, keeping her eyes lowered a bit. John took it finally, and they shared a look. Teyla traced the lines of his face with her eyes, the familiar caring and comfort that his presence always had brought to her. He looked at her questioningly as she regarded him for a long moment.
“You okay?” he asked.
Teyla smiled. She thought of Elizabeth, of Charing and her father, she thought of Kate, and looked at John standing in front of her – one of the most honorable men she had ever met. His expression was concerned and open and she felt it could have been a good, happy life – but it would mean that she traded the happiness she already had for something that was a possibility, and in her heart it didn't seem wise. She couldn't know fully what she would gain, but she knew what she would lose – the calming voice coming from the other room, the laughter of her child, the unique bond she shared with men who gossiped when they couldn't fall asleep during off world missions.
Yet there was a thing she would never lose.
“I indeed am, John,” she said and he smiled back.
She would never lose a friend.
“Ma – ma,” he said and gave her his best 'I'm busted' smile.
“What have I said about pulling mama's hair?” she gave him a kiss on the head and he splashed water at her. Teyla yelped in surprise and the little boy laughed joyfully. His father chose that very moment to take a peek into the bathroom.
“Are the two of you having a 'shout contest', as Doctor McKay would call it?”
Teyla shot her partner an amused smile.
“Your son is misbehaving.”
“My son is just like his mother,” Kanaan teased. “Or have you forgotten what you were like?” he walked in and knelt next to Teyla, smiling at the boy who in turn splashed Teyla again.
“Torren!” she sighed in exasperation. “I will have to change after I am done with this. And to answer your question, I do not recall what I was like at age of one season.”
“I do recall what you were like at age of three seasons. You used to poke me with a sharp stick and hide my toys,” teased Kanaan further. “My father always said you should have been a boy.”
“I liked being a girl,” smiled Teyla playfully.
“Because nobody expected you to be so sneaky? With that face and smile?”
“Do not complain if I managed to outsmart you,” Teyla pointed a soapy finger at Kanaan and poked his chest lightly. Torren observed his parents with great interest, and then chose to imitate his mother, which resulted in a wet splotch on Kanaan's chest. Kanaan laughed gently, and his face turned tender, something he did even as he was a boy. Teyla had always liked him for that, and for his gentle, quiet nature; as her own nature was quite opposite.
“Look! He is nothing but your son,” laughed Kanaan.
“If you do not cease to imply that I am being a bad influence on your progeny, I will splash water on you myself, Kanaan, son of Nollin,” threatened Teyla, but didn't have the time to make good on her threat because the doorbell chimed. “Looks like you are saved by the bell, as John would say,” she added.
Kanaan smiled brightly. “I truly am. Although I will never get used to that particular thing.”
“The doorbell?” she asked and he nodded. “Go see who it is, and I will finish up bathing him,” said Teyla.
Kanaan got up and walked briskly to the door – when it slid aside, Kanaan was greeted by John Sheppard's confused face as more shrieks and laughter erupted from the bathroom.
“Bad time?” asked John, pointing at Kanaan's wet tunic.
“No, just regular bath time,” he smiled and John grinned back. “Would you come in?”
John's face turned somewhat hesitant. “I didn't mean to, uh -”
“It is allright,” offered Kanaan. “Nothing Teyla couldn't handle. And you are quite safe as long as you are out of Torren's reach right now.”
“Torren!” Teyla's voice echoed from the bathroom. John looked at Kanaan, amused question lingering in his eyes.
“Teyla and I have just discussed how much our son is like her.”
“I have heard that,” a voice called over sounds of child's laughter. John grinned openly now and seemed to relax a little. Kanaan regarded him with curiosity – he was a close friend of Teyla, yet he seemed a little hesitant, awkward in his demeanor when he walked into this private space. Even though the relationship between two men was respectful and sometimes even cordial, Kanaan couldn't say he knew John at all – the man was reserved and quiet most of the time, keeping his thoughts to himself, which was sometimes very unfortunate, because Kanaan loved to talk.
“Would you like to sit down? Teyla should be finished any minute now. I wanted to ask a favor of you, if you do not mind,” offered Kanaan amicably. John nodded and they took a seat in the living area of the quarters – John on the sofa, while Kanaan sat in the big chair, removing toys and wooden building blocks along the way. “Oh, Ancestors, these are showing up everywhere since he started to walk.”
“On his own?” asked John with a bit of surprise.
“Not entirely on his own. He still has to hold onto furniture, or hold our hands.” Kanaan lowered his voice a little, “I dread the day when he he starts walking on his own, because he is enough trouble as it is. Like mother like son.”
“I really can't imagine Teyla as 'trouble'. Unless I'm sparring with her, that is,” John grinned again, leaning forward comfortably with elbows rested on his knees.
“She used to fight the boys who were bigger than her, if they did her wrong.”
“That does sound like her, actually.”
“I heard that too,” Teyla was finally able to join them, holding Torren wrapped in a towel. Her hair was disheveled and her clothes wet, while Torren looked perfectly innocent – an utterly different image of Teyla than john was used to, and as she regarded him, she could practically see jokes forming in his mind. Her well aimed glare didn't help the situation at all.
“Wow! Were two of you sparring in there?” John got up and walked over to “Teyla, to greet the boy. “Hey there, big guy.”
“Eeeeee!” was Torren's response as he pulled at John's black shirt.
“It was much worse, actually,” said Teyla and gave John a little smile. “Torren, do not pull John's shirt,” she tried to remove his little hands away from John, but the boy was insistent.
“Hey, it's okay. I can hold him,” offered John. Torren seemed delighted with the idea and quickly focused on details on John's outfit when John took him in his arms. “Boy, you're getting big really fast. What does your mom feed you?”
John proceeded to entertain the boy, and Torren was fascinated by the man's hair. It took several minutes until Teyla and Kanaan managed to pry him away from John, in order to take him to his room and get him dressed and prepared for sleep. Kanaan didn't get to ask John what he meant to, but John promised to come over the next day, and Kanaan bid him good night, on his and Torren's part.
Teyla's look lingered after Kanaan and Torren.
“He is really something,” said John, a faint smile on his face.
“Yes, getting bigger and surprising us every day,” said Teyla.
“I actually meant Kanaan,” said John, and Teyla met his answer with raised eyebrows. “He's a rare guy,” explained John. Teyla frowned amusedly.
“What does that mean, exactly?”
“Means I'd be freaked out in his shoes,” said John and Teyla narrowed her eyes at him, sensing that he was again joking his way out of a loaded topic. But she decided to help him out of the topic this time and laughed at his joke.
“I better not know what two of you were gossiping about,” said Teyla.
“Whoa, I am offended now. We are guys. We don't gossip,” John said matter of factly.
“Yes, and the leaves do not grow on trees. I have spent enough time with Ronon, Rodney and you to know you are worse than ladies at poker night,” Teyla said as she searched for a data padd on her desk. “Here you go. This is the report you needed.”
She held the padd in her hand just a moment longer than necessary before handing it to him, keeping her eyes lowered a bit. John took it finally, and they shared a look. Teyla traced the lines of his face with her eyes, the familiar caring and comfort that his presence always had brought to her. He looked at her questioningly as she regarded him for a long moment.
“You okay?” he asked.
Teyla smiled. She thought of Elizabeth, of Charing and her father, she thought of Kate, and looked at John standing in front of her – one of the most honorable men she had ever met. His expression was concerned and open and she felt it could have been a good, happy life – but it would mean that she traded the happiness she already had for something that was a possibility, and in her heart it didn't seem wise. She couldn't know fully what she would gain, but she knew what she would lose – the calming voice coming from the other room, the laughter of her child, the unique bond she shared with men who gossiped when they couldn't fall asleep during off world missions.
Yet there was a thing she would never lose.
“I indeed am, John,” she said and he smiled back.
She would never lose a friend.
Originally posted by Eri13
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That reminds me, too...I meant to drop this off--third story in my "Emma" trilogy. The plot bunny has finally stopped biting, so this may be the last for a while. Anyways, as bunnies are a general theme this weekend, Happy Easter! I'm off to visit friends and family, so I hope you all have a great weekend.
At my LJ because it was a little too long for the forum, but it is still a ficlet.
To Meet One's Match
At my LJ because it was a little too long for the forum, but it is still a ficlet.
To Meet One's Match
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