Summary: Set in The Kindred Parts 1 and 2, however there are spoilers for all of season four. Michael and Teyla find that there are consequences to their night of passion. This is how they deal with those consequences while having to make admissions, to themselves and each other.

Author's Notes: This is a continuation of a one-shot, The Conception, that I posted to Wraitbait and to the TeylaMichael community on Live journal. It is not really necessary to read it first, but for those over 17 who want to read it, that's where it is. My beta's internet is down, so she hasn't had the opportunity to look over this yet. I apologize for any glaring errors made.

Admissions

Chapter one

Michael sat staring intently at the monitor in front of him

Michael sat staring intently at the monitor in front of him. The sight of her after so long brought a surge of joy, love, and possessiveness sweeping through him. He finally had her, his Teyla. Not only was she with him at last, but she was pregnant. Very pregnant. If his calculations of the human gestation period were correct, not only was she carrying a child, she was carrying his child.

When he'd reached out and touched her mind, disguised as Kanaan, he'd been shocked to see her belly. The shock had soon been replaced with joy and the hope that her baby was his. He'd quickly counted the months that had passed since they'd been together and decided that it had to be his. He'd reached out and touched his offspring, safely encased in her womb. He was thankful that he hadn't waited any longer to call for her. His child may have been born on Atlantis and he would never have been able to see it. The Lanteans would have made certain of that, he thought bitterly. He wondered briefly if it was a boy or girl before deciding that it didn't matter. It was theirs and he'd know soon enough.

His musings were interrupted as Teyla began to stir to consciousness on the bed inside her cell. He deeply regretted having to put her there, but he knew her too well to not know that she would have tried to escape at the first opportunity that presented itself. He could not risk any of his hybrids hurting her or the babe.

Besides, he thought confidently, once she learns who the true father of her child is and where he people are, she'll choose to stay with me.

With a smile on his face and joy in his heart, Michael rose to go speak with his love.

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Teyla awoke disoriented. She felt something familiar gnawing at her, but the fog in her mind would not let her pinpoint it.

Suddenly, memories of being captured by a Dart slammed home the reality of her situation. Sitting up as quickly as her advanced pregnancy would allow her, she took in her surroundings. Dread and fear filled her as she realized she was in a cell on a Wraith ship. As she took in the layout of the cell, she noticed that it was different from any other she had been in. It was almost as if the Wraith were trying to make her comfortable. Confusion filled her. What could possibly make them want to see to her comfort?

Sliding her hands over her belly, she decided that it did not matter what their motivations were. She needed to get out of the cell and off of this ship as quickly as possible for the sake of her son.

As she began to stand in order to look for any weakness in her prison to exploit, she heard footsteps approaching. Teyla moved to the web-like bars of her cell to better see who was coming. Again she felt the familiar presence, but had not time to consider it as a figure stepped in front of her.

"Michael!" She silently chastised herself for not realizing it was him sooner. She looked at him in astonishment. He was very different from the being he had been the last time she saw him. He looked so much more human. His face was very close to what it had been when he was Lt. Michael Kenmore. Yet, he still had some Wraith-like characteristics.

"Hello, Teyla." His face and voice were filled with so much affection that it took her by surprise. She unwillingly felt herself respond to the warmth and tenderness emanating from him. Feelings she thought she had buried when she found out she was pregnant with Kanaan's child resurfaced with a vengeance.

"What have you done to yourself?" she whispered as her eyes traveled down his body.

"I've been working on Dr. Beckett's retrovirus. I've been able to manipulate it to serve my needs." Teyla's eyes shot back up to his and then lowered when he raised his feeding hand. "As you can see, I no longer need to feed on humans."

He seemed very pleased that she was asking about the changes he had made to himself. She aggressively pushed her feelings for him aside, remembering the atrocities he had committed in order to achieve such a goal. Not only that, but he had captured her, endangering both her and her child in the process. She forced herself to feel nothing but anger and defiance.

"Why have you taken me?" she asked with more strength in her voice than she felt.

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Michael's smile faltered for a moment at her sudden coldness, but he recovered quickly. He swallowed hard, trying to find the words that he'd practiced. Now that she stood before him, so strong and beautiful, he found them hard to recite. He decided to tell her only part of the truth right now, making sure that he was well out of her reach.

"I thought you would like to be reunited with your people. That is why I called out to you."

"You! You are the one who took my people?" Anger dripped from her voice like venom and her expression could only be described as dangerous. "What have you done with them?"

"They are quite safe, for now."

Teyla's eyes narrowed suddenly, as though she'd just realized something. "You did not call out to me. Kanaan, the father of my child, contacted me and asked for my help."

Anger and jealousy ripped through him like a storm. "Kanaan had nothing to do with bringing you here." He stepped closer to her cell, watching her fall back a step at the rage on his face. "We are connected Teyla, you and I. I disguised myself as Kanaan and touched your mind with so much distance between us to bring you to me."

"We are not connected. There has never been anything between us that could form such a link." She sounded sure of this, but he could see the doubt that clouded her eyes.

Deciding that reminding her would be better than trying to convince her with words, Michael forced himself into her mind. She cried out at the sudden invasion. He quickly brought the memory of them together to the forefront of her mind before she could fight him. He felt her resistance melt away as he reminded her of how it felt to have him touch her mind while bringing her to orgasm. He knew she was experiencing everything, as he did, including the way their souls touched and became one.

As soon as their souls parted in the memory, he pulled out of her mind. His chest heaved. His instincts told him to go in and take her, but he knew from touching her mind that she was in denial and not ready for it. He took deep breaths, willing himself to calm down. Even if she had been willing, he didn't want to risk hurting her or their child. He could wait until she recovered from giving birth.

He looked up at her. She was breathing just as heavily as he, but she wasn't looking at him. Instead, she stared at the floor. She looked like she was in shock. Backing up slowly, she sank onto her bed once the backs of her knees touched the edge. She was visibly trembling and he ached to go in and hold her. However, when she looked up at him in fear and horror, his anger returned full force.

"It really was you," she whispered, tears filling her eyes.

"Yes," he hissed in reply. "From what I just saw in your mind, some part of you knew it. And you welcomed my touch. I fathered your child. If you're so horrified now by your actions, perhaps you should have thought of the consequences when you allowed me, asked me, to take you."

Michael thought he saw hurt in her eyes as he turned on his heel and stalked down the hall. He felt an unwanted glimmer of hope in his chest. He ruthlessly crushed it, convincing himself that he'd only seen what he wanted to see.