Visitation

Carson/Teyla implied

FRT

Summary: Teyla gets a visitor, then some news.

Spoilers: Sunday and speculation on season 4 rumors

Disclaimer: Not mine never will be mine, no infringement intended, not for profit, just for fun.

Distribution: My LJ, my site, anywhere else, just ask.

Author’s Notes: Just a little something that popped into my head.

“You sang for Charin. Where’s my song?”

Teyla was no longer surprised or startled to hear his voice. He had visited her many times since….since the explosion. He always asked about his song. She knew if she were to open her eyes she would find his blue ones looking back at her. She continued her meditation unfazed.

“As I said before, your…death was unexpected. I am still writing your song. I wish it to be perfect.”

His laugh, deep and rich, stirred deep emotions within her. “It will be, luv, because you’ll have written it.”

Teyla resisted the temptation to look. Just hearing his voice caused her heartache. It lessened with each visit, but never went away.

“I attempt each night to finish it, but have yet to find the words. I also must tell you that I will not sing it in front of the others.”

She could almost hear his nod.

“I understand.”

“Do you?” she said, opening her eyes.

He was as handsome as she remembered. His eyes were still kind, loving, with a sparkle of mischief. His shoulders still as broad, his strong legs crossed in front of him. His hair still styled in…what had Rodney called it, a faux-hawk? He never failed to take her breath away.

“Aye, I do. I bowed to your wishes, dearest Teyla. I never told anyone I loved you, that I still love you.”

“Carson….”

He extended a hand towards her, almost, but not quite, touching her. She reached for him, but he pulled back.

“You know I can’t, luv.”

Teyla nodded. Tears formed, she shouldn’t have looked.

“I cannot share what we had with the others. Not yet. It is too soon.”

Carson nodded a wistful smile on his face.

“I must be going, Teyla love. Fret not; I’ll always be with you, in more ways that you know.”

He faded from her sight. The tears slipped down her cheeks. She sighed and got up to blow out the candles. Further meditation would be useless. His words were no comfort to her.

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Two weeks later, during a routine examination, Keller gave her surprising news.

“Teyla, you’re…you’re pregnant.”

Carson’s words came back to her and she gave him silent thanks. She would now always have a piece of him with her.

“Thank you, Doctor Keller.”

She now also had the ending for Carson’s song. And she would share it with the city, it was only fitting.