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5 Ways John Confesses His Love for Teyla
#3 (sorry it's a bit long, i couldn't help myself
)
#3 (sorry it's a bit long, i couldn't help myself
)Spoiler:
The Atlantis team was off world scouting out a newly discovered wriath outpost. They had spilt up into groups of two: McKay and Ronon, and John and Teyla. The latter of the two were hiding behind a rock on the edge of a clearing, close to one of the hive ships.
"I see three of 'em comming now," John whispered to Teyla. She nodded in response. They both readied their weapons. But three wriath soon turned into 10, and they were still heading straight for the clearing. "ok, new plan," John murmured, "we're gonna fall back and meet up with Ronona nd McKay." Again, Teyla nodded, and radioed the other two to meet up with them.
They both began to retreat, quickly, but were spotted. Stunners started to fly over their heads. John saw one comming straight for Teyla and threw himself ontop of her, knocking her out of harm's way. They twisted in the air, and ended up on the ground, hidden momentarily in a bunch of shrubbery. Teyla was on her back, and John ontop of her. John' face was a meer inch or so from her face. Their eyes locked.
"Are you ok?" he asked, somewhat awkwardly.
"Yes, John, I am fine..." she trailed off, unable to stop herself from gazing into his eyes.
It's now or never, John thought, knowing that a swarm of wraith were almost at their locatin. He bent his head down and pressed his lips to hers, and for one gloriois moment, his hands were in her hair, and they were lost in each other's embrace.
John forced himself to pull back, smiling down at Teyla's smiling face. "I love you, Teyla Emmagan, and I always have," he whispered gently to her.
At that moment, both the wraith and the other two team members arrived, and the fighting continued. But evey chance he got, John would steal a glance at Teyla and give her one of his gorgeous smiles, and she wouls return it, blushing like crazy.
"I see three of 'em comming now," John whispered to Teyla. She nodded in response. They both readied their weapons. But three wriath soon turned into 10, and they were still heading straight for the clearing. "ok, new plan," John murmured, "we're gonna fall back and meet up with Ronona nd McKay." Again, Teyla nodded, and radioed the other two to meet up with them.
They both began to retreat, quickly, but were spotted. Stunners started to fly over their heads. John saw one comming straight for Teyla and threw himself ontop of her, knocking her out of harm's way. They twisted in the air, and ended up on the ground, hidden momentarily in a bunch of shrubbery. Teyla was on her back, and John ontop of her. John' face was a meer inch or so from her face. Their eyes locked.
"Are you ok?" he asked, somewhat awkwardly.
"Yes, John, I am fine..." she trailed off, unable to stop herself from gazing into his eyes.
It's now or never, John thought, knowing that a swarm of wraith were almost at their locatin. He bent his head down and pressed his lips to hers, and for one gloriois moment, his hands were in her hair, and they were lost in each other's embrace.
John forced himself to pull back, smiling down at Teyla's smiling face. "I love you, Teyla Emmagan, and I always have," he whispered gently to her.
At that moment, both the wraith and the other two team members arrived, and the fighting continued. But evey chance he got, John would steal a glance at Teyla and give her one of his gorgeous smiles, and she wouls return it, blushing like crazy.
Originally posted by gater101
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Five Ways John Confesses His Feelings For Teyla
Number Three
The cold had long since seeped into his bones. His head throbbed with exhaustion; a sharp pain behind his eyes reminded him that the pain medicine had worn off. He shifted and adjusted his neck on his forearms behind his head, ignoring the burning across his brain.
He tried to see her from the corner of his eye but she was farther away than he had thought. There were so many things he wanted to say to her before it was too late but the words, nor the inclination to say them, never came.
If there was ever a time for him to have that conversation that they’d put off for almost a decade, right there and then would be it. The stars above sparkled brightly in the obsidian sky, the water below reflected with startling accuracy all that was above it. A warm breeze swept across them, momentarily warming his cool skin.
“I love you, you know that, right?”
She didn’t hesitate in her answer.
“Yes.”
“You love me.”
“I do.”
“We could have been good together.”
“Yes.”
“It’s too late now.”
“It is.”
He turned his head to her, feeling the painful pull in his chest. She looked beautiful lying beside him, the stars glittering in her dark eyes.
“We could make it work.”
She turned to him and smiled sadly, shaking her head slowly.
“No.” He nodded sadly in acknowledgement. He heard her shuffling, could see her turning to lie on her side facing him, her arms tucked under head. “You have a home on Earth now. And I have a son to another man.”
John’s lips slid up in something akin to a smile and he turned away from her, facing the sky. He sighed and closed his eyes. He felt her lips on his, a mere brush before she pulled back. He opened his eyes and peered at her as she hovered over him.
“Why did we wait so long to say these things?” She shrugged and John smiled, his eyes sliding to her lips. “It’s so easy to say it now.”
“I know.”
“You haven’t said it yet.”
She smiled, her eyes sparkling and his hand rose of its own accord and tucked the curtain of hair behind her ear.
“I love you.”
“You do.”
“You love me.”
“I do.”
“You’ll be gone tomorrow.”
“I will.”
“I will miss you.”
“I’ll miss you.”
They stared at one another for a few moments longer before she lowered herself on top of him, resting her head on his shoulder, a hand on his chest while both his arms circled her waist, tucking her closer to him.
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
Number Three
Spoiler:
The cold had long since seeped into his bones. His head throbbed with exhaustion; a sharp pain behind his eyes reminded him that the pain medicine had worn off. He shifted and adjusted his neck on his forearms behind his head, ignoring the burning across his brain.
He tried to see her from the corner of his eye but she was farther away than he had thought. There were so many things he wanted to say to her before it was too late but the words, nor the inclination to say them, never came.
If there was ever a time for him to have that conversation that they’d put off for almost a decade, right there and then would be it. The stars above sparkled brightly in the obsidian sky, the water below reflected with startling accuracy all that was above it. A warm breeze swept across them, momentarily warming his cool skin.
“I love you, you know that, right?”
She didn’t hesitate in her answer.
“Yes.”
“You love me.”
“I do.”
“We could have been good together.”
“Yes.”
“It’s too late now.”
“It is.”
He turned his head to her, feeling the painful pull in his chest. She looked beautiful lying beside him, the stars glittering in her dark eyes.
“We could make it work.”
She turned to him and smiled sadly, shaking her head slowly.
“No.” He nodded sadly in acknowledgement. He heard her shuffling, could see her turning to lie on her side facing him, her arms tucked under head. “You have a home on Earth now. And I have a son to another man.”
John’s lips slid up in something akin to a smile and he turned away from her, facing the sky. He sighed and closed his eyes. He felt her lips on his, a mere brush before she pulled back. He opened his eyes and peered at her as she hovered over him.
“Why did we wait so long to say these things?” She shrugged and John smiled, his eyes sliding to her lips. “It’s so easy to say it now.”
“I know.”
“You haven’t said it yet.”
She smiled, her eyes sparkling and his hand rose of its own accord and tucked the curtain of hair behind her ear.
“I love you.”
“You do.”
“You love me.”
“I do.”
“You’ll be gone tomorrow.”
“I will.”
“I will miss you.”
“I’ll miss you.”
They stared at one another for a few moments longer before she lowered herself on top of him, resting her head on his shoulder, a hand on his chest while both his arms circled her waist, tucking her closer to him.
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
Originally posted by Linda06
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Yeah something like that.....no one can do bittersweet like you!!
I've still not seen Outcast yet...I can't seem to bring myself to watch it....2 weeks in a row without Teyla,if she ain';t in next weeks ep i am in serious danger of going into meltdown!
I've still not seen Outcast yet...I can't seem to bring myself to watch it....2 weeks in a row without Teyla,if she ain';t in next weeks ep i am in serious danger of going into meltdown!
Originally posted by MrsB108
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Round Robin Part 4
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Teyla pressed her back against the cold hard wall and choked on a bitter sob of despair. Where were the others? What was Michael planning? Could she protect her child? Questions with no answers littered her mind and as she tried to desperately to devise something of interest she could use in hope of negotiations the next time Michael ventured in, she heard a loud strangled creak.
Her eyes widened in disbelief as she turned her head towards the slowly opening metal door to her right. Teyla’s breath held and she did not move a muscle as she waited for someone to enter, though endless moments passed and yet no one came. When she was certain she was still alone, she released her breath jaggedly and began to crawl slowly towards the now stagnant metal door, peering out in the dark filthy maze of intricate hallways.
Her ears met silence and she quickly realized that this was her moment and there would be no others like it if she did not move now. She stood with minimal effort, gripping the cracked stone walls for support though her head swayed woozily when she reached full stance. Though the pain was extreme, she did her best to ignore it and took her leave, deciding to take the hall to her left. Keeping one hand on the corroded walls to maintain balance, she slowly treaded down the torch-lit corridor, her ears and eyes peaked for any distant sound or movement.
There were a few cells similar to the one she had only just occupied scattered randomly on either side of the hall, some with their doors opened, some closed. Deciding she did not have the time nor the inclination to peer inside them, she continued making her way down the endless stretch, stopping twice in hopes of easing the growing throb in the back of her head.
The second time she stopped in an attempt to ease her pain, footsteps could be heard somewhere behind, somewhere back in the long shadows and she panicked, throwing herself into the nearest open room. Shutting the door as quietly as possible when she entered, she turned and looked into the room in hopes of finding something useful to help brace the door.
She threw her cold hand up to her mouth to keep from screaming at the sight around her. Rotted corpses were chained to the wall in rusted shackles, filling the floor and walls of the room with their putrid stench and sunken eyes. One corpse lay directly in the center of the room, stretched out in a ritualistic pose atop a symbol painted on the floor in streaks of dried blood. The others seemed to have been an involuntary audience to whatever atrocity the center corpse had undergone, his mouth still agape in one last eternal scream.
Knowing there was nothing to be used here to barricade the door, Teyla’s only hope was that whoever was coming would not search each room and pass by her entirely . She pressed an ear to the metal door and prayed silently for some sort of miracle to come.
Her eyes widened in disbelief as she turned her head towards the slowly opening metal door to her right. Teyla’s breath held and she did not move a muscle as she waited for someone to enter, though endless moments passed and yet no one came. When she was certain she was still alone, she released her breath jaggedly and began to crawl slowly towards the now stagnant metal door, peering out in the dark filthy maze of intricate hallways.
Her ears met silence and she quickly realized that this was her moment and there would be no others like it if she did not move now. She stood with minimal effort, gripping the cracked stone walls for support though her head swayed woozily when she reached full stance. Though the pain was extreme, she did her best to ignore it and took her leave, deciding to take the hall to her left. Keeping one hand on the corroded walls to maintain balance, she slowly treaded down the torch-lit corridor, her ears and eyes peaked for any distant sound or movement.
There were a few cells similar to the one she had only just occupied scattered randomly on either side of the hall, some with their doors opened, some closed. Deciding she did not have the time nor the inclination to peer inside them, she continued making her way down the endless stretch, stopping twice in hopes of easing the growing throb in the back of her head.
The second time she stopped in an attempt to ease her pain, footsteps could be heard somewhere behind, somewhere back in the long shadows and she panicked, throwing herself into the nearest open room. Shutting the door as quietly as possible when she entered, she turned and looked into the room in hopes of finding something useful to help brace the door.
She threw her cold hand up to her mouth to keep from screaming at the sight around her. Rotted corpses were chained to the wall in rusted shackles, filling the floor and walls of the room with their putrid stench and sunken eyes. One corpse lay directly in the center of the room, stretched out in a ritualistic pose atop a symbol painted on the floor in streaks of dried blood. The others seemed to have been an involuntary audience to whatever atrocity the center corpse had undergone, his mouth still agape in one last eternal scream.
Knowing there was nothing to be used here to barricade the door, Teyla’s only hope was that whoever was coming would not search each room and pass by her entirely . She pressed an ear to the metal door and prayed silently for some sort of miracle to come.
Originally posted by MrsB108
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Hey dudes.....
Congrats milestoners!!!
Welcome anyone new!
And great addition to Round Robin Hope!!
Gator, Ruby, and JT4L - Are your new fics up on ff???
Congrats milestoners!!!
Welcome anyone new!
And great addition to Round Robin Hope!!
Gator, Ruby, and JT4L - Are your new fics up on ff???
my ships 
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=AWESOME
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Forever
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