Jennifer looked at John, knowing she had to believe him. In his timeline, they had found Teyla and killed Michael. It was a lot more than they had done in the other one. However, she couldn't help but to wonder about the timeline she had come from. She had disappeared before Teyla's rescue, and Michael's death. What if she was doomed to die when they were returned.
Shaking her head, Jennifer decided not to dwell on it. Instead, she looked at John and smiled. "Thanks, John," she said before laughing.
"I'm not afraid of fish. It was just a little creepy to feel something slimy slid across my leg!" Jennifer protested as she stuck her tongue out at him.
As she stood there, Jennifer realized how close they were standing. Tilting her head a bit, she continued to look up at him. She had always thought John was handsome, and she adored his childish side, but never really talked to him outside of missions, and his visits to the infimary. Guys like John Sheppard normally didn't talk to girls like her.
"You know," she said as she reached up and touched his hair, "you'd think water would stop it from sticking up all over the place." She gave him a small smirk, and nodded at his suggestion they get out of the water. "Good idea. My skin is starting to wrinkle."
Taking a step back, Jennifer grinned at him before splashing him with more water. She quickly turned, and made her way out of the ocean as quickly as she could. Laughing, Jennifer ran up to her blanket, and sat down. She grinned at John, and then laid back.