Spoilers: Major SEASON 4 spoilers, proceed no further if you do not want to be spoilt.

Disclaimers: I own no part of the Stargate world, I make no money from this endeavour. I only love this world so much I wish to play in it as much as I can and bend it to my Will.

Note: Now, I know this would NEVER happen, I know that. And I would never normally do such an 'obvious' kind of pairing fic, but this idea has stuck around and the questions of what the prospect of fatherhood would mean to John and his relationship with Teyla. Hey, this is what fanfic is all about, isn't it? Playing with the ideas.

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There are moments that are completely life-changing. In a single instance you are irrevocably changed by a simple new piece of knowledge. The way you personally view and understand the world is shattered from this knowledge, tearing apart all your dreams and hopes and security in the way you see reality. The odd thing about these moments is that they can arrive at the strangest and most innocent of moments. A phone call to tell you a loved one is injured, dead or missing. Or a revelation of the threats or even of love that is available for you, that until that moment you were completely unaware. Moments that alter your life forever. They can not be denied.

John would have expected to have had more of these moments considering the life he had lead thus far. Though, perhaps he had schooled himself to expect emotional moments. The battles and violence he had witnessed and he himself had been forced to do, he had had to 'toughen' up. To him any moment of any day could change his life. Carson's death had reminded him that there was no way to pretend to prepare for these real moments. Then Elizabeth was taken from them.

Then Teyla had told him of her pregnancy and it had changed his life once again. On reflection he had never expected such a seemingly innocent and important moment for her to be so big for him. But, it had been. He had known where he stood in the world and in his friend's lives. He had understood and felt a certain security in knowing Teyla was always in the city, that she was close, but not too close. But, her announcement had altered that. It had thrown up into the bright light of his consciousness what he had been denying himself. She had found someone and was expecting a child. And she had not told him.

He had been angry at her for hiding the truth from him, for allowing him to put her in harms way when she should have known better. He was angry at her for all the feelings that were suddenly swirling through him. And most of all he was furious that she had come along on this mission. Despite Colonel Carter's very logical order and Teyla's volunteering, he knew this was a bad idea. Deep down in his gut something felt wrong. Thinking back he would wonder if he had known that another one of those life shattering moments was out to get him and that his life would never ever be the same again.

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Teyla wrenched at the manacles that were clamped around her wrists. Struggling she managed to get her legs out from under her and press her boots against the wall beside where the manacles were attached. It was difficult with the baby's extra weight and mass, but she managed it. Taking a breath she pushed with her feet as hard as she could against the wall whist pulling the manacles and their chain away. After what felt too short a time she ran out of strength. Panting she dropped her feet back down to the floor. Carrying her child had reduced her strength and stamina somewhat and she silently cursed her weakness.

Outside the stone walls she could hear rustling and movement. Panic turned her to pull once again at the chains almost frantically now. As she struggled she knew she had not felt such panic before. For now, she had not only herself to protect but her unborn child. She could not fail him. She must protect the last Athosian, her own flesh and blood. Then in the far distance she thought she heard the glorious sound of gun fire. She knew they would find her.

A door slammed open to her right and she swung round to look up at the approaching figure. She had expected a Wraith, but she had not expected him to be here.

"Hello again, Teyla." He said from the shadows, the little light there was glinted off the sharp set of Wraith teeth.

"Michael." She gasped. Renewed panic filled her.

"Yes, Teyla. I have been waiting to see you." His tone was calm and unhurried, despite the gun fire approaching.

"What are you doing here? I thought the Wraith wanted nothing to do with you?" Teyla asked. If she could keep him talking, the guys could get to her.

Michael stepped up close to her, hunching down beside her, just out of arm's reach.

"Some of my kind have seen the value of my extraordinary skills. I have many who gather what I need." His alien eyes looked right into hers and she realised he was hinting at something.

"And what is it you need with me now?" She asked cautiously.

"I had not planned to capture you for a while, but my contacts informed me of your presence here and you were brought to me for study."

"Study?" Teyla spat out in disgust.

"Perhaps the phase should be 'ongoing study'. His eyes dropped to her enlarged belly. "Or perhaps 'experiment' would be more accurate.

He took in her surprised and worried look as he stood with an evil smile on his pale lips.

"What do you mean, Michael?" She asked tentatively.

"You and your people saw fit to experiment on me without my permission, I thought it would be fitting to do the same in return. And the Athosians are such an interesting race of humans."

Teyla stared up at him, anger quickly replaced fear and worry. "You!" She accused him. "What have you done with my people?"

Michael smiled once again as he leant back against the metallic table behind him. "I would have thought you would be more interested in what I did to you."

Teyla followed his eyes back down to her belly. "No. You had nothing to do with this child. It is my child."

"You are correct you are the mother of the child." He turned to the boxes on the table and began opening them, pulling out various Wraith devices. "I have always remembered you, Teyla, and your abilities. I wished to discover how many other of your people carried our genetic heritage."

"For your new creatures?" She asked. "Or did you want to be rid of the gene in my people for good?"

"No, Teyla. My wish is the same as all Wraith – the ability to control Ancient technology. Despite the centuries of study and experimentation, the Wraith have been unable to introduce the ancient 'gene' as you call it, into a living Wraith. You and your child could change this."

"I do not have the Ancient gene." Teyla replied. "And neither does my child."

Michael turned to her, a strange device in his hand. "Yes it does."

"You have had no influence on this child, Michael." She stated as calmly as she could.

Michael stepped closer and crouched down by her again. "I have had a great influence on this child, I created it."

A flush of heat and panic rushed through her. "You are lying. I know who the father of the child is, Michael and it is not you."

"Yes, that male Athosian. I do not remember his name. You shared his bed on your people's world of New Athos. He had brown hair and blue eyes and used to sleep very deeply."

"What did you do to him?"

"I made sure both of you were in an assisted deep sleep and then I had you taken to my ship. There I introduced the father's genetic material and you now carry the resulting child."

Teyla suddenly felt violently sick. "What did you do to me?"

Michael studied her closely. "I used the same technology the Wraith used before on your ancestors. A variation on the sweeping technology to remove genetic material from both humans, the fusion of that material is then sent within the female. It results in greater success, as the material is not manipulated and damaged. I took great care to not harm you or your future child. I want both of you to be strong and viable." He then activated the device in his hand and pointed it towards her belly.

"I do not believe you, Michael." She stated firmly. Outside came an explosion, her people were getting closer. She told him as such.

"Good. I do not wish to keep you here. It is better for you and the child to go back to Atlantis." The device made a few bleeps and he studied the readings. Teyla was curious despite herself. "You should be pleased. The child is strong and healthy." He looked up at her worried face. "And fully human, if that is what you are concerned about."

"You want me to be rescued?"

"Of course. The child needs human medical care, not Wraith. It will need to be older before both the Wraith and Ancient genes express themselves clearly. I am very patient, but I am sure I will look in on him."

Rapid gunfire could now be heard outside the room, but Michael still sat comfortably enough looking at her.

"I will not allow you to harm my child in anyway." She said.

"I do not want to harm him. That would ruin the experiment and there are so very few of you humans with the Wraith gene to use. I will wait to see if both genes are able to be expressed in him."

Teyla frowned up at him. "Kanan was not the father?" She said out loud without even realising. The loss of her former lover felt new once again and a deep ache appeared briefly in her chest.

"No." Michael replied with an odd smile.

And which point the door to the room burst open, a Wraith fell through hitting the floor amidst the falling pieces of the former door. Teyla looked round with such relief to see her friends stepping through. John stepped through first, his eyes latching onto Michael. Ronon came up quickly behind him and outside Teyla could see more personnel.

Michael stood up and faced John as he entered. "Look, Daddy's here."

Teyla looked back at Michael in shock. Surely it could not be?

"Michael." John snarled in greeting.

Michael ignored the weapons and aggression directed at him and looked down at Teyla. "No, Kanan is not the father. You have a strong expression of the Wraith genetic material and I required an equally strong example of the Ancient gene." Michael turned back to John. "Which I acquired from an ally of mine, who took samples from you whilst you were unconscious on his hive ship some time ago."

John realised Michael was now refereeing to him. "What are you talking about?"

Rodney had since entered the room, sliding up to Teyla, to try and help her out of her restraints. Michael held up what looked like an old fashioned key and offered it to Rodney. Rodney cautiously crept forward and snatched it out of his hand and set about freeing Teyla's wrists.

As she stood Teyla moved to stand near John. "I believe that it was Michael who took my people. He also claims to have…assisted in the conception of my child."

Michael smiled around his large pointed teeth.

"What?" John asked, his eyes briefly slipping away from Michael to her.

"Yes, Colonel Sheppard. You should thank me; you are going to be a father. Make sure you look after him for me." With that came a sudden blinding light of a Wraith sweeper and Michael was gone.

Bullets and a scattering of energy from stunners hit the wall behind where Michael had stood, but it was too late.

"Since when do sweepers work inside?" Ronon hollered.

"He must have altered one. If they have an exact location then perhaps…." Rodney began before John cut him off.

"Rodney!"

"Right, right." Rodney muttered.

John turned to Teyla. He looked her over, noting the slight redness to the skin of her wrists. "You okay?"

"I am fine, John." Teyla replied, smiling, but unwilling to look into his eyes for long. Could Michael have been speaking the truth?

John's eyes dropped to her stomach before he looked away quickly. "We need to get out of here."

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TBC?