After John left, Fred reached over and picked up the case Rodney had put the relic in. She wanted to have a better look at it and she figured she could while doing her report later. Fred didn't want to write about what happened but she'd been there long enough to know all department heads had to write incident reports. She knew Rodney would write it for her if he could but since he wasn't there, he couldn't.
"Why did you not tell him about Mark's words?" Teyla asked as they walked toward the living area.
Fred glanced over at her and shrugged. "It doesn't matter," she answered.
"Do you not believe what he said?" Teyla questioned.
"I believe it. I just...John thought I was dead. I can't pile all of this on him right now. I'll be fine," Fred said as she forced a smile on her face. They came up to her quarters and turned to look at Teyla. "I'll tell him once things are settled."
Teyla gave her a look of disbelief but didn't say anything. "All right. I will leave you so you can get some rest," she said as she turned and walked off.
Turning around, Fred let herself into the quarters and allowed the door to shut behind her. She walked through the main living area before stopping. She looked down at her clothes and wrinkled her nose. They smelled like Mark so she stripped them off and looked into the closet. Fred pulled out a pair of stretch pants and one of John's sweatshirts. Once she was dressed, she went to the chair by the window and sat down. She looked out onto the city and practically curled up in her husband's sweatshirt, letting his lingering scent comfort her.
She thought about what Teyla said and shook her head. There was no reason in upsetting John any further. Fred decided she would wait a few days and tell him what else Mark had said and done.