disclaimer: I do not own any of the SGA characters. So sad :(

rating and warnings: starts K+ then moves to M for later chapters. rated M for steam and some possible squick.

Word count: ~91,000 plus (the story is complete and will take a while to post. It is 19 chapters and I will try and post at least one, if not more, every day)

A/N: This was written for the sgareversebang challenge and was inspired by the incredible art work of jeyla4ever. Post Season Five.

Thanks: To Jeyla for her inspiring piece and for giving me the gentle nudge, to sagey because you are always there for me, always! To puerta, miss you honey!

Feedback: Always loved and appreciated. Reviews give me incentive to continue writing. Sometimes they spawn little baby plot bunnies.

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Mr. and Mrs.

by kariesue

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Chapter 1

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"John Sheppard? Holy crap, that is you!"

Colonel John Sheppard turned around and stared at the tall, blond man who had just addressed him. It took a second before he realized who it was.

"Greg?" he replied then looked at the gold cluster pin on his blue uniform. "Or should I say Major Mullane? How the hell are you? It's been what, fifteen years?"

The man reached out and John grabbed his hand and shook it firmly.

"I think it's been more than that, Shep. And we were both still Second Lieutenants back then. But now you're a …" the man paused to stare in disbelief at the eagle on his old friend's collar. "Colonel! Holy crap," he exclaimed again. "How the heck did you get promoted to full bird? I never even thought you'd still be in the service."

John just shrugged and rolled his eyes. He hated having attention drawn to him and a few people were now staring. But luckily none of them knew him and they also knew enough not to stop and stare at a full Colonel.

And that had only happened a short while ago and he'd been absolutely stunned by it. But the sacrifice he was willing to make for not only his country but the whole planet by taking out the super hive ship from the inside was enough for the President to promote him to full Colonel and present him with the Medal of Honor as well. He had to admit that had felt pretty good.

But now Atlantis had been sitting in the harbor outside San Francisco for over a month and it didn't look like it was going anywhere in the immediate future. The IOA and high ranking military brass had lots to say about whether it should stay on Earth or go back to Pegasus and they weren't really letting him in on the discussions. He knew what his answer would be.

So right now he was visiting Travis Air Force Base about an hour's ride from San Francisco, or a shorter flight over in a helicopter, to help with some training. He wasn't crazy about it but it kept him and his team busy. Well all except Rodney who was taking the opportunity to delve deeper into the city's systems since they had no other missions at the moment.

John looked back at Greg knowing he hadn't seen the man since a short while after flight training. He touched the new pin he had attached to the collar of his camouflage BDU's and smirked. "Just got these last week. You wouldn't believe who I had to suck up to to get them."

Mullane pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes. "The John Sheppard I know would never suck up to anyone for any reason. So you've either changed quite a bit or you're lying through your teeth. And knowing you, you're lying. You know you never did like taking credit and getting attention for anything. So what are you doing at Travis? Are you assigned here now?"

"Nah," John replied. "Just visiting. I'm currently waiting for some bureaucratic big wigs to get the stick out of their asses and make a decision on the base I've been at for the past five years. In the meantime, I get to do some training and testing of some of the new fighters you have here."

"Oh, red tape, you gotta love it, huh?" Greg bantered back. "Hey, you got time for a cup of coffee? I'd love to hear what the heck you've been up to the last fifteen years."

John glanced down at his watch and knew he had plenty of time. Ronon and Teyla would be working with their trainees for at least another half hour.

"Sure. But I gotta warn you most of what I've been doing, you don't have clearance to hear. So I might have to make up a few things. That's okay with you, right?"

Greg just laughed and clapped John on the back. "I wouldn't expect anything else from you, Shep. Come on."

They moved through the halls until they settled with a cup of coffee in a corner of the mess hall. John was still cringing at all the salutes they got and the serious looks once they saw his eagles. He wasn't used to that. Most of the men on Atlantis knew he hated ceremony and simply stood a bit taller and straighter when with him. But now that they were sitting, he hoped everyone would ignore him.

"So, last time I saw you, that pretty little fiancé of yours was planning a huge shindig of a wedding," Greg reminded John. "Sorry I never got to make it. My new orders came in right before that. But you two must have a whole passel of kids by now, huh?"

John's mouth twisted wryly. "Well, that … didn't work out so well. We uh … never even made it to the second anniversary. Nancy didn't like being alone so much and I really sucked at being a husband. So … no passel of kids."

Greg looked sympathetic. "Oh, man, Shep, I'm sorry. That stinks. Do you still see her at all?"

"I haven't really been in the States long enough over the past eight or nine years to actually see anyone, although she did make an appearance at my Dad's funeral last year. It was … more than a bit … awkward. She's remarried and I'm thinking a lot happier than she was with me. But that's over and done with a long time ago. How about you? You ever get married and have a passel of kids?"

"Yup," Greg answered happily. "Found me a great girl about six years ago and we have a four year old boy and a one year old girl. Best thing I ever did."

"Congratulations, Greg. That's great."

John thought about another little one year old that he knew and then thought about his mother. Teyla and Torren had become more than important in his life and he wondered if their relationship would ever change beyond that of teammates and friends.

Lately he'd been giving that a lot of thought. Kanaan had made his decision to stay in the Pegasus galaxy with the Athosians while Teyla and Torren had come with the city to Earth. And just a few weeks ago when he'd been trying to figure out a way to get them back to Pegasus, Teyla had made a comment that had given him hope.

She had talked about missing her people but had assured him, "I have Torren here and he is my family. As long as I have him with me, I will be fine."

"But Kanaan, …?" John had started to ask and Teyla had shaken her head.

"Kanaan and I have always been good friends but he has chosen a different path from the one I have chosen. And aside from the one night that created our beautiful son, there is nothing but friendship between us."

John had been shocked but he had also felt immense relief and pleasure. And he had started to admit to himself that he had some deep feelings for Teyla. And he'd admit they had been there for a while. When he had found out she was pregnant it had been a huge blow even though he wouldn't admit to himself just why at the time.

And that little boy held a special place in his life, too. He had always loved holding him and playing with him but in the last few weeks he had begun to think of him in other terms. Kanaan might not be here to be a father to him, but John was and he was more than happy to fill the role. And it seemed Teyla was also happy to see him do that.

John looked at Greg and started another line of questioning. "So aside from the whole family thing, what else have you been doing? Still flying or have they convinced you that you'd be better off doing something else?"

"Actually," Greg started, "I went back to school and I'm working with criminal investigations now. I work with some of the civilian agencies as well when the jurisdiction isn't so clear cut. We've got an operation going right now that's giving us a hard time. We're trying to find someone for some undercover work but it's hard to find the right person. You wouldn't be interested, would you?" he joked.

John snorted at the ridiculous statement but did wonder what the situation was. He knew his friend most likely couldn't tell him though. His job was like that, too.

Greg was now looking at John with a big smile on his face and his eyes lit up. "Actually, Shep, you would be perfect for this job. We need someone with military background due to the nature of the case but we need someone who isn't well known in the typical military circles. You said you'd been out of the country for quite a few years, right?"

John nodded wondering where he was going with this.

"See, perfect. No one knows you and honestly, you don't really look all that military. Personally I'm wondering who your Military CO is that he allows you to get away with that." And he pointed to John's spiky locks sticking straight up as usual.

John got a sheepish look on his face and confessed, "Well, I'm in charge of the military on base and you know I never really was one for following regulations too closely. Buzz cuts are highly overrated."

Greg laughed but he shook his head at John's words. "Base CO, huh? Guess that's what you get for being promoted so often. But seriously, John, think about it. You said yourself that you're in between assignments. I can get this cleared with whoever you report to. My boss wants this mess fixed as quickly as we can. It's been going on too long."

John thought what Greg was offering sounded interesting. Anything would be more interesting than hanging out doing paperwork with Woolsey. He needed some action and maybe this was his way of getting it.

"Can you tell me anything about what it is before I go and commit to helping you?"

Greg looked around to make sure there was no one in the vicinity. "I can't give you too much info but bottom line is that somehow our weapons are getting into the hands of the enemy. We have a possible civilian suspect but so far we haven't been able to get anything useful on him. And we honestly don't want to let him know we suspect anything until we find out who his military contact is. Sound like something you want to get involved in?"

John grinned and thought he could use some excitement and this was probably a whole lot safer than battling the Wraith. He wouldn't have to deal with anyone sucking the life out of him. Maybe he could get his team involved somehow and save them the constant boredom as well.

"How long do you think it'll take to get the goods on this guy and find his accomplice?" John asked wondering about a time table.

Greg tilted his head and shrugged. "I can't really say but I'd guess it'll be at least a month. We need someone to get close to the suspect and get him to trust them enough to bring them into the business. We've got an empty house next door to this guy that's for sale and the owners are willing to let us use it for surveillance. But we can't just put some guys inside with cameras because the one we're after is too savvy for that. We need someone, actually a couple would be best, to blend in with the neighbors."

"So I'd need a wife," John clarified. "You have any specifications for one?"

Greg made a face and said, "No, although it really should be someone who has similar training in weapons and combat. But it'd have to be someone you could get along with since this couple would have to be very convincing. You know, lovey dovey type of thing. It wouldn't do if this guy discovered our couple in separate bedrooms, being all platonic."

Greg looked at John carefully and asked, "You wouldn't happen to know someone like that, would you? Someone who can kick ass and take no names. And put up with your ornery personality and your snoring?"

John's eyes twinkled as he responded, "I might have someone who fits that bill. You want to meet her? She's part of my team and she happens to be here today helping with some hand to hand training."

Greg gulped down the last of his now cold coffee and stood up. "Let's go."

They chatted along the way, talking about different places they had been to and what types of aircraft they had flown and soon they were at one of the big gyms. There were quite a few small groups gathered in the room and John looked around and quickly spotted Teyla. She was probably the smallest one present.

He steered Greg along a side wall and noticed the man's eyes had been drawn to one of the instructors who had to be at least six feet and bulging with muscles. He nudged John and asked, "Is that her? She looks like she could handle herself."

John just laughed and pointed in the direction of the lovely Athosian. Although today she didn't have on her traditional Athosian sparring outfit. They figured that would raise too many eyebrows. She was wearing a pair of black, stretchy capris and a sports bra. John hadn't seen her in this as she had worn another outfit here. Now he took the time to truly appreciate her form. And the clothes really did emphasize her very nice form.

Now it was Greg's turn to laugh. "Not that I don't think you wouldn't have a ball pretending to be married with that one, do you honestly expect me to think that tiny thing can handle it if she gets in big time trouble?"

John grinned. "Just watch."

And sure enough the next opponent Teyla had was a very large man who was almost a foot taller than her and equally as wide. Teyla merely bowed her head and began giving him instructions to attack her.

"Do not be shy," she coaxed the young man. "I will try not to hurt you."

The soldier jumped at her and she twisted sideways to avoid him. He began throwing punches and kicks and Teyla either blocked them or sidestepped them with her precision and agility. She managed a few hits and kicks as well. When the man finally got a hold of her from behind she jabbed her elbow into his abdomen and twisted again to throw him to the ground face down and kept him immobile with her knee in his back.

"Hmmm!" Greg hummed when he saw what the petite little woman had done to one of their stronger soldiers. "Maybe she could manage this little adventure. You sure you could handle having her in bed with you every night, Shep? She pulls some of those moves on you and you might not survive. How long have you known her?"

John just nodded, "Over five years and yeah, I think I can handle her. Maybe not physically but we'll get along just fine. Why don't I introduce you to her and to the other member of my team who's here?"

He waited for Teyla and Ronon to finish their sparring and instruction then waved them over.

John hooked his thumb in Greg's direction and said, "I found an old buddy of mine who went through flight training with me. Major Greg Mullane, this is Ronon Dex and Teyla Emmagen. They're members of my team."

Greg looked at them suspiciously. "You two aren't military, are you?"

John just laughed as he stared at Ronon's dreadlocks. "No, even I'm not that lenient. They're both local to where I've been stationed but they've been a huge asset in our basic mission."

Greg nodded. "And I know better than to ask what that mission is or where you've been. And it's very nice meeting you."

Greg held out his hand and Ronon shook it first then Teyla.

"So can we get some embarrassing stories from when Sheppard was younger and you knew him?" Ronon asked with a snort. "Could be useful information at a later time."

John just rolled his eyes and said, "No blackmail stories today, maybe another time. Listen, Greg has an interesting proposition for me and I wanted to ask your opinion on if I should take him up on his offer."

"You are not leaving us, are you, John?" Teyla asked anxiously her face searching his.

John just smiled. "Not permanently, no. But Greg needs some help and I seem to have the time now."

They moved to a more private spot and John filled them in on the basic premise and asked what they thought.

"Sounds like fun," Ronon grunted his assent. "Got anything like that for me? I've been bored out of my mind since we've been hanging around here. Not that your country isn't great and all but I need a little more action than teaching soldiers how to beat each other up."

"Actually," Greg spoke up, "you could come in very handy if you'd be willing to pose as Shep's bodyguard. We need him to appear very important and rich and possibly have some danger surrounding him so it's very plausible that he'd have a bodyguard near him. Interested?"

"Yeah, like I said, sounds like fun."

"And uh, Teyla," John started cautiously. "I was uh … wondering if you could help out, too. I'd need someone to pose as my wife in order to blend in with the neighborhood and get closer to the suspect and his wife."

"You would wish me to do this?"

John couldn't quite read her but he thought she looked amused. But then her brow furrowed and she questioned, "What of Torren? You said this assignment could last over a month. I could not be away from him for that length of time."

John looked at Greg's confused face and explained, "Torren is Teyla's son. He just turned a year several weeks ago."

Greg nodded his head in understanding. "I don't see why you couldn't have him with you although you might want to have another individual responsible for him. Most of the people in the neighborhood we're talking about have nannies. We could arrange for someone to do that."

"Amelia," Ronon volunteered. "Bet she'd be willing to watch Torren. She loves that kid."

John chuckled. "You wouldn't have any other motives for volunteering her now, would you, Chewie?"

The mischievous grin on Ronon's face said it all.

Teyla looked cautious as she replied, "As long as he is not in any danger, that would be acceptable."

"What about the child's father?" Greg asked. "Would he be opposed to this? We can't have another 'Dad' coming onto the scene."

"He's … not in the picture anymore," John told him and Greg looked satisfied.

"So, you're willing to do this, Shep? It would mean a lot to me."

John looked at Ronon and Teyla and knew they were up for it but he also knew he needed to discuss this a bit more in detail with Teyla. Plus he needed to get the okay from Woolsey and probably Landry as well.

"Let me get back to you, Greg. I need to okay it with a few people first. And you said you could have your boss call my boss, well that'd be General Hank Landry at Cheyenne Mountain. Get his okay and we're one step closer."

Greg's eyes narrowed. "Cheyenne Mountain? Odd place to be stationed out of. Don't they do deep space telemetry or something?"

"Or something," John revealed cryptically and Greg knew better than to ask any more questions. John and Greg both pulled out cards and scribbled numbers on them then handed them to each other.

"Here's my cell number. Let me talk it over with these guys and a few other people and I'll get back to you. You work on Landry's approval on your end. Hopefully we can put something together. I'll be in touch."

Greg shook hands all around and John waved as they left. He wasn't sure yet if this was a good thing to do. He'd never really done undercover work but he knew how to schmooze with the rich and get invited to parties. And he knew how to talk business and get cut in on deals. He'd learned that much from his father. Maybe it would finally come in useful.

But he wondered about having Teyla so close. Maybe this was also a great opportunity to see how they would be in close quarters. They'd been that way on many missions but it was rare that they shared a bed and pretended to be husband and wife. But he couldn't think of anyone he'd rather do it with than Teyla. But she needed to know exactly what it entailed before she accepted the job. He would make sure she knew.

And he really hoped she'd do it. He could think of nothing better than being a family with Teyla and Torren. Of course if they ended up still as just friends afterwards, he might regret that he had allowed himself the small indulgence. But he would take whatever he could get.

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xoxoxoxoxo

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"That's the last story, TJ, time for bed," John told the little boy who was sitting in his lap on Teyla's couch.

The child stood in John's lap and wrapped his arms around the man's neck and mumbled, "Da."

John held the boy tight and pretended he was actually his son. He knew 'Da' was Torren's way of saying John but he liked to think it was Torren's way of saying he was like a Dad to him.

And he had been hanging out with the boy ever since he had been born, doing things that fathers do with their sons. But he had never wanted to take the place of the child's real father, Kanaan. But he was not in the picture right now and the way the IOA was stalling regarding the city going back, he knew Kanaan might never be in the picture again.

And that left John acting as surrogate Dad. After all, children needed a father. Even with all the problems he'd had with his, he and his Dad had gotten along much better when he was younger and enjoyed being together. It was only after his Mom died and he had gotten old enough to start thinking about a career, that his Dad had interfered.

Teyla came out of the bathroom and smiled at them snuggling up on the couch. She did so love seeing John and Torren together. John had been wonderful and had made sure that her son had a father figure. It had only been a month since they had left the Pegasus Galaxy where Kanaan had decided to stay but John had been involved with Torren even before that.

It had taken some of her people a few months to be brought back to their original form and then Kanaan had been very nervous in the city with the advanced technology. He had much preferred being with the rest of their people on New Athos. And to be truthful, he had known that they were not meant to be together in a romantic way. The one night they had shared was an aberration and would not be repeated.

And Kanaan also knew the reason behind that was John Sheppard. She and Kanaan had a bond where they both had 'the gift' and it had allowed them to sense the emotions of the other. And Teyla had been unable to hide her deep feelings for John from Kanaan. She had never meant to hurt him however she could not pretend feelings for him that were not there. Kanaan understood and she thought that was one of the reasons he had chosen to stay on New Athos even though she was taking their son with her to Earth.

"Come, my precious," Teyla cooed at Torren and John gave the boy a kiss on his cheek and handed him over to Teyla. She kissed him sweetly as well and settled him in his cot with a light blanket covering him.

John had stood up as he passed the child to his mother and now stood next to Teyla watching as Torren found his thumb and began to soothe himself to sleep.

"He is such a good baby," Teyla whispered as his eyes grew heavy and closed. "I do not know what I did to be allowed such a gift but I am thankful every day."

"You've done a lot of things, Teyla," John softly returned. "You're a good person and you deserve any happiness you can get. And I'm thankful to have you for a friend."

Teyla gazed up at him with an impish smile. "And soon to be wife, is that not correct?"

John grinned and pulled on her hand, tugging her to sit back on the couch with him.

"Let's talk about all the details of this assignment before we go making any final decisions, okay?"

"Certainly," Teyla agreed. "That is wise."

"First off, you know this could take a month or longer as we need to infiltrate this guy's business and find out who his contact is in the military. And that will be the hardest part, making this guy trust us. That's one of the reasons that our 'marriage' needs to be as real as possible. If we just act platonic, he's not gonna buy it and he'll know we're plants."

"Plants?" Teyla questioned looking over at the green foliage she had in the corner of her quarters.

John chuckled. "Not that kind of plant. We're being planted in this role pretending to be something we aren't."

At Teyla's nod, he continued. "So I just want to make sure you understand what's involved here. And I'm not talking about the dangerous stuff, because if this guy finds out who we really are, it won't be pleasant. But we need to truly act as a married couple and that means holding hands, kissing, calling each other pet names and … sleeping in the same bed each night."

At this last statement, John got a bit flustered. "I mean we only have to sleep … you know really sleep we don't have to do all the stuff that married couples do but we can't really be in separate bedrooms. It just wouldn't look right. And Greg said this guy is suspicious enough that he'd notice anything amiss, like a different bedroom for each of us. I just want you to be aware of that, Teyla."

Teyla kept her typical serene face on as she answered, "Yes, John, I am aware that we would need to play the part and I am fine with that. As long as I do not need to stay away from Torren for any length of time I believe it will be acceptable. And I spoke with Amelia and she seems amenable to playing the role of nanny to Torren. I believe she is also eager to have a bit more excitement than we have been having and she likes the idea of being closer to Ronon."

John laughed softly so as not to wake the baby. "I don't know if as their employer I should allow such things. What do you think, sweetie?"

Teyla's eyes opened wide at the endearment then a grin appeared on her face as she replied, "I think that as long as they do their jobs properly, it should not be an issue, honey."

"Well I guess if we're going to do this, we should definitely get in some practice acting like a married couple," John suggested and he tried to convince himself he was doing this just for that reason.

"I have never been married before but you have, so what would you suggest?"

"I'm not sure I'm the best one to ask as my marriage wasn't exactly picture perfect." But he looked around and said, "Well, when Nancy and I were actually home at the same time, we sometimes liked to watch TV while sitting close together. We could try that to start."

Teyla got up and turned the set on and John acknowledged that one of the benefits of being on Earth was that they now could get TV shows as they were broadcast. Teyla returned to the couch and sat next to John.

He looked down at her and said, "Maybe we should make sure we get comfortable being so close to each other. It wouldn't do to have this guy see us being awkward together."

"Agreed," Teyla nodded and leaned in close to John.

He lifted his arm and settled it on her shoulder and pulled until she was resting comfortably against him. "See, we can do this. Nothing to it."

"Yes, and it is quite pleasant. Do you not think so, honey?"

John smiled down at her happy face. "Very pleasant, sweetie."

They settled back to watch the show but John knew if anyone asked he wouldn't be able to tell what the plot was or who the bad guy was. He was much too aware of Teyla's toned body, still so soft and pliable touching his in so many spots. Maybe he wouldn't be able to do this. He wanted to. He wanted to have an excuse to touch her and kiss her and hold her hand and stare at her while she slept. But he wasn't sure he could keep his emotions out of it.

Then Teyla smiled up at him and he knew he would be able to do it although he knew it wouldn't be pretend in his case. And as Teyla snuggled up closer, he wondered if maybe she wouldn't be pretending either.

After a while John did admit that he grew more accustomed to having Teyla curled up next to him and he was able to relax a bit more. He was still supremely aware of her but he was a lot less tense. And he knew she was too as she had fallen asleep in his arms.

He gazed down at her face in slumber and knew he should probably wake her up and go back to his room but he didn't want to. He reminded himself that if all went through then he and Teyla would be doing this every night for a while and he could gaze at her beautiful sleeping features all the time.

But he wanted to do more than just look at her. He wanted to touch her and caress her silky skin and kiss her lips until they were swollen with desire. And he wanted to do those things right now. He had been able to hold on to his control for so many years he didn't know why it all of a sudden seemed so hard.

He spent another few minutes just memorizing every little freckle and mark on her face then gently slid his hands under her and scooped her in his arms. She whimpered briefly but settled again quickly when he placed her on her bed.

He looked down and knew she might not be comfortable in some of what she was wearing but he wasn't ready to undress her just yet. He hoped the time would come, and soon, where he would be allowed that liberty. But now was not that time.

So he settled for removing her shoes and socks and undoing the button on her waistband and a few buttons on her shirt. He figured at least she would be able to move a bit more now. His fingers lingered on her flat tummy when he undid her pant button and he closed his eyes at the sensation.

But she started to stir and he quickly removed his hand. He saw her eyes open just a slit and pulled the covers up and over her and she closed them again.

He leaned down and placed a light kiss on her cheek and whispered, "Good night, Teyla, sweetie. Pleasant dreams."

"Night, John," Teyla answered softly, then added, "Sweet dreams, honey."

John chuckled and let himself out of her quarters once he had checked TJ one last time. As he walked down the hall to his own room, he knew he would have sweet dreams. He'd just held Teyla in his arms for several hours and kissed her cheek.

All of his dreams would be of her and she was the sweetest thing he knew.

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xoxoxoxoxo

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"Morning all," John greeted the team at their regular table outside overlooking the ocean and the city of Atlantis.

He then leaned down and kissed Teyla on the cheek and said, "Hey, sweetie."

Teyla returned with a big smile and greeted, "Hello. How are you this morning, honey?"

"I'm great and how about you, TJ?" This was to the child who was sitting in his booster seat shoveling Cheerios into his mouth.

The toddler stopped long enough to wave his hands in the air and yell, "Da!"

John pressed a kiss to his cheek as well then settled his tray on the table and himself in the chair next to Teyla. When he glanced up he saw a strange look on Rodney's face.

"Uh, did I miss something? Sweetie, honey? Something happen between you two that I didn't know about?"

Teyla's soft laugh filled the air. "We are simply practicing for when we go undercover as husband and wife. John and I thought it prudent to be comfortable with calling each other endearments."

"Oh, okay," McKay said then looked around again. "That was good. You both seemed like you meant it. So what's the status on this undercover thing anyway?"

"I just talked to Woolsey and he's fine with it. He's aware that the IOA may take a while longer to make any decisions. And he knows I've been bored since there isn't much for me to do here in the city. And he seemed okay with Amelia helping out too. You want to come along today, McKay and see if there's anything you can do? I'm meeting with Greg in a few hours."

Rodney made a sour face. "I'm not going to play your butler or chauffeur if that's what you're looking for. Conan here might like playing the hired help but not me."

"Oh, don't worry," John assured him. "Lorne's already said he'll be the chauffeur. But we probably could use some technology to help us in our little spy games. You up for adapting some of the Ancient tech for surveillance?"

Rodney's eyes grew warm with interest. "Now that, my friend, could be interesting. I'll come along to your meeting and see what it's all about."

"You want to come too, Pal," John asked Torren as the boy poured his milk all over his tray. "I'll bet you're the first undercover baby around here. That's pretty cool in itself, don't you think? Hey, maybe Uncle Rodney can attach some great spy gear to your diaper, huh?"

Teyla just rolled her eyes at his suggestion and Rodney snorted. "Spy gear in the diaper, honestly. Although …" then his eyes glazed over and they knew he had just gotten an idea.

They all laughed. It would definitely be an interesting month.

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xoxoxoxoxo