Author's notes: This is the other one shot inspired by my Teyla/Rodney dreams. If Teyla seems a little out of character, it's because she's supposed to be acting a bit loopy. As before, beware the uberfluff!

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"Teyla?" She could hear his edgy voice calling her back from unconsciousness. "Teyla, honey, can you hear me?"

She cracked open her eyes to see Rodney snapping his fingers just above her face. "Teyla, you need to wake up."

"I am awake," she groaned. Rodney breathed an audible sigh of relief, then suddenly Teyla remembered what had happened just before she lost consciousness. "The Wraith!" She struggled to sit up from her prone position, but Rodney placed a gentle hand on her chest, holding her back.

"Don't worry, you got him. He's very dead, and very disgusting." She relaxed at his words, then felt the world begin to spin a little. "But it looks like you've taken a pretty nasty blow to the head. Are you okay?"

Teyla felt her tenuous grip on awareness begin to loosen. "I am…unsure…"

Suddenly she felt Rodney's hand gently tapping her cheek. "Teyla? Teyla? C'mon, baby, you need to stay with me."

This time Teyla kept her eyes closed. "You only call me pet names when you are worried about me…or during sex."

She could hear the smile in his voice. "Just stay awake until Carson gets here, and then I promise to call you whatever you want. Okay?"

She opened her eyes to smile weakly at him. "Okay."

"Okay," he said, and she could see his hands fluttering nervously on the edges of her vision. "Uh, you might have a concussion, so I need to check if you're delirious," he said almost to himself. "Do you know where you are?"

Teyla peered at him quizzically. "I am on the ground."

Rodney valiantly resisted the urge to roll his eyes. "That wasn't exactly what I…Fine, next question…" he mumbled, slipping his warm hand into Teyla's. "Can you squeeze my hand for me?"

It took her a minute to gather her fuzzy thoughts and get her hand to comply with the orders she was sending it. When she finally managed it, she felt his hand tighten around hers protectively. "Good. That's good," he smiled in reassurance. Moving to her feet, he pressed his fingers into the tough leather of her shoe until he could feel her toes. "Okay, now wiggle your toes for me."

"I like it when you take control. You act very strong and manly," she giggled. Teyla didn't normally giggle, so she felt safe blaming it on the head wound.

"If you wanted manly, you should have married Ronon. Wiggle your toes," he groused.

Teyla obeyed, but couldn't resist adding, "Or Sheppard."

"What?" he asked as he came to kneel next to her shoulder.

"Sheppard is also very manly," she suggested helpfully.

"Well, I suppose he has his moments," Rodney's insecurities were causing him to become defensive. "Now if you're done extolling the virtues of other men to your current husband, let's move on, shall we? How many fingers am I holding up?" he asked snippily.

Reaching up to take hold of his two fingers, she smiled gently. "I love you, Rodney," she assured.

He tenderly brushed a lock of hair from her forehead and sighed. "You could have any man on Atlantis. Sometimes I just wonder why you chose me."

Teyla raised an eyebrow at him lazily, still finding it difficult to focus. "You are a good man, Rodney. I know you to be brave and strong, and I have never regretted my decision. You are my hero."

Rodney was silent for a long moment, his hand resting gently against her cheek. Then he leaned over and kissed her, their lips brushing together softly. Smirking, he whispered, "You're definitely delirious."

She smiled back, before pulling him down for another kiss. "Perhaps," she conceded.

The next thing she knew, Teyla felt someone gently shaking her shoulder and calling her name. "Teyla, wake up. Teyla?"

With a whimper of disappointment at being disturbed, she opened her eyes to see John Sheppard standing over her. "C'mon, Teyla, it's your watch."

She took a moment to scan her surroundings, taking in the tent and the campfire outside. Turning back to Sheppard, he offered her a cup of hot coffee. She accepted it gratefully. As she collected her weapons and headed out into the chilly night air to stand watch, she involuntarily glanced at the tent where Ronon and McKay's snores could be heard. She grinned wistfully, remembering how she had been unaware of her growing feelings for the astrophysicist before she began having vivid dreams about him. Perhaps, with time, she could find a way to make her dreams a reality.

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A/N: The end! Probably…unless I have more weird Teyla/Rodney dreams…