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Title: Talk to Her (sequel to Tell Him)
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Character(s)/Pairing(s): John Sheppard/Teyla Emmagan
Word Count: ~700
Age Rating: PG
Challenge(s): h/c bingo: difficult pregnancy
Disclaimer: Sadly, the characters do not belong to me. Just words.
Summary: Someone has a secret to tell...


"You should go see her," Ronon commented as he laid John out on his back again for maybe the fifth time during their sparring session that afternoon.

Groaning, Sheppard slowly got back to his feet. "I have seen her. I don't know what else to do about it. It's not like I can just announce to everyone that she and I were...you know."

"You're their CO. Just order them down," Ronon replied with a shrug.

"I wish it were as easy as that. We're a billion times ten light years away from home, no way of getting in touch with them for reinforcements so that leaves formal discipline out the window because who'll do anything to them all the way out here?"

The Satedan wasn't quite so reassured by that. "Sheppard. It's your kid. She's not handling it very well either. Have you really looked at her lately? Or talked to the docs?"

John had made his way over to his bag, staring absently into it as he tried to think of what to say or do. Of course he had spoken to Beckett about her and her condition. She had been taking off active duty for the obvious reasons but as the pregnancy progressed, she was not managing well. If anything stuck with John, it was Carson's way of explaining that the fetus was acting like a poison to her system. The thought that he inflicted that kind of suffering on her pained him.

"Go see her," Ronon repeated as he grabbed his towel and walked out, leaving the man to his thoughts.

Sighing, John walked out not long after his friend to shower and change. He sat on the foot of his bed, just thinking, looking at his hands. When a resolve came to him, he slowly made his way through the halls to the infirmary where he knew she was staying recently.

As he made his way through the threshold, and point of no return, his eyes were fixated on the back end of the department where she slept. He walked deeper in, slowly passing the CMO's office where Carson sat working on reports. "Major Sheppard," he said in surprise at seeing the man.

John stopped just outside the doorway but didn't enter or look at him. Just continued to look towards Teyla's door. "How is she?"

Carson stood as he made his way towards his friend. "She is hanging in there. Teyla is a strong woman but it will be a long road ahead of her. I explained her options, but she was adamant about her decision."

He narrowed his eyes slightly, finally looking at the doctor. "You suggested an abortion?" If he were absolutely honest with himself, the thought had crossed his own mind simply because of the relations between his team, position, and the rest of the military in the city. It would be easier, but now hearing that someone else seriously proposed such a measure, John felt a sense of anger for someone wanting to take his child from him.

"I suggested it as an absolute last resort to save her own life. Needless to say, she was not very receptive. She wishes to carry the infant to term – if possible. I do plan to keep her nearby, even having Dr. Weir to set up quarters nearby so that it did not take long to get her back into the infirmary should she take a turn. For now we're getting her electrolytes back up, pumping her with vitamins to get her strength back up so that she would not have to stay in here for the remaining time," Beckett explained.

"She wants to keep the baby at the cost of her life," John murmured, turning back to looking at her room.

"Talk to her. Maybe you will find the answers you came out here for," Carson replied.

John glanced back at him with a frown before moving one step in front of the other. Taking a deep breath, he pushed open the door slowly. Her sleeping form on the bed was revealed to him as he drew the curtain back. A pain he never expected to feel, filled his chest as he sat in the chair at her bedside, taking her hand in his.
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