Teyla Emmagan (teylaofathos) wrote in chosen_forces, @ 2008-12-09 18:30:00 |
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Current mood: | confused |
Entry tags: | day 4, faith lehane, ronon dex, teyla emmagan |
Characters: Teyla Emmagan, Ronon Dex and Faith (later)
Day: Day Four
Time of day: Late morning
Location: A very strange room in a very strange building in a very strange place
Rating: PG-13
Status: Incomplete
Teyla stood at the door of the hut where she was staying, staring out as her people began their nightly rituals - saying goodnight to their neighbors and extinguishing the lights outside their doors. One by one, each of the huts went dark, followed lastly, finally, by Kanaan's. And as she stood there watching, she couldn't help but think that on Atlantis, her friends would still be awake, possibly gathered together somewhere, talking or playing a game. She thought about how she would be there with them, laughing and enjoying her time with them as she rocked Torren in her arms.
It made her realize that while she had loved Kanaan, she had been more clinging to a part of her past that she could never go back to. She no longer belonged here. Her place was there.
Reaching out, she extinguished the torch outside the hut's door before going inside. Torren was babbling to himself in the borrowed crib, and as she did every night, she picked him up and walked over to the bed. Resting herself against the headboard, she cuddled her son close and started singing. Torren looked up at her, reaching his tiny hand to her face. Teyla smiled and caught his hand with hers, placing a kiss against it before continuing her song. Soon, his eyelids started to drop until he finally fell asleep.
Smiling, Teyla kissed his forehead. "Sleep well, my son," she whispered as she did every night before resting her head back against the wall behind her, her own eyes closing as well.
She wasn't sure how long she was asleep when she suddenly woke with a start. Blinking, she realized she was still holding Torren in her arms, so she got up to put him in his crib. As she did, she suddenly noticed that it was Torren's crib, not the borrowed one. And her curtains were on the window.
But this was not her room in Atlantis.
Picking Torren back up, she cradled him tightly against her as she looked around. Quickly, she hurried over to the door and opened it, looking out. This was definitely not Atlantis. In fact, it didn't look like anything she'd ever seen in the Pegasus Galaxy.
What was going on?