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Mailbox for Teyla -
[for Shep]
Numb. It was the best way to describe how Teyla was feeling. How she was allowing herself to feel. There was anger and frustration brewing beneath the surface; but she could not let that out, for fear it would become uncontrollable ( Read more... ) -
[For Rodney]
Carson had explained to Teyla the dangers of the first few weeks of pregnancy; yet there were some that she found herself unwilling to wait before she told them of it. Her team, John and Rodney. John knew, and Rodney ( Read more... ) -
[for Shep]
To say that Teyla was stunned when Carson had given her the news was likely an understatement. Her thoughts made no sense to her, jumping around from thing to thing. The data Rodney had found on the computers, her people, this pregnancy, Dave ( Read more... ) -
[for Carson]
It had been over a week since the nausea had started. For a day or two it had seemed to get better, but today it was worse, actually making her ill before lunch. Teyla knew she could not put it off any longer, going to the clinic in search for Carson. He was there, not unsurprising to her, bent over a desk and working ( Read more... ) -
[Teyla's Item]
Having felt oddly ill the past two days, Teyla had thought to rest during the heat of the day. She had smiled at John, watching Hera and Calliope play with Cash in the clearing outside of their huts. Rodney was talking to him about something or other, and the sounds of their voices made a pleasant backdrop to drift off to ( Read more... ) -
[for Jill]
It had been two weeks nearly since Dave had vanished. She had not thought to count the days, but it struck her that morning, in the Psychology office, just how long it had been. It was not like other times; Rodney and Aiden and Beth she had all missed, but she had accepted. For some reason this seemed different to her. She was no longer able to ( Read more... ) -
[for Carson]
Routine was important to Teyla. It kept her busy, kept her from stopping too long to think on things that had happened. On the friends they had all lost in this place. She would not hide from people, knowing that it was the wrong way of dealing with any loss. Withdrawing led too too many dark thoughts; it was something she had seen in her ( Read more... ) -
[for Shep - Post Dave]
Waking that morning had made Teyla wonder if she was again in the wrong bed, perhaps the wrong body. Her eyes snapped open, and it did not take her long to realise that she was in her own hut, and that she was herself. That her bed was empty was a surprise, looking for Dave, and wondering why he had left. Her thoughts that he might have only ( Read more... ) -
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After the stresses of the weekend, Teyla had thought Dave and she both deserved a relaxing afternoon. Together and in their own bodies. She had packed all they would need, towels, food, a bottle of liquor she had traded a small wooden carving for. She had even managed to convince Dave it was a good idea, pulling him along to the secluded spot in ( Read more... )