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TITLE: Divide And Conquer
SUMMARY: Teyla suspects that there will be consequences if she does not meet the other woman's idea of a suitable partner for her son.
CATEGORY: vignette, fluff, Teyla/Lorne
RATING: PG-13
NOTES: Filling a long-ago request by![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
ladyjax. I'm sorry it's taken forever. The writing hasn't been flowing as well as it usually does, and other things have been taking up my time.
She has never been a good cook. Unfortunately, Mark's mother claims that Teyla need not be a good cook as long as she can pare vegetables to help her with dinner.
Mark gives her a wry, apologetic glance as she pauses at the door between the lounge room and the kitchen, looking back. He warned her that there would be an interrogation from his parents; she did not expect that they would be separated for it. There will be no cues to take, no chances to sit back and let him explain the situation, his mother's opinion of Teyla will rest on her shoulders alone.
An Earth phrase comes to mind, Divide and Conquer.
Teyla hopes that she will not come out of this conquered. She suspects that there will be consequences if she does not meet the other woman's idea of a suitable partner for her son.
"So, you and Mark met...?"
"At his work," she says as she peels root tubers. This much is solid ground. "I am a self-defence instructor in new techniques and was called in by the Air Force to train some of their officers." It is close enough to the truth, never mind that for six months, her only student was John Sheppard.
Sharp grey eyes glance over her. "Did they give you much trouble?"
"Not too much. The commanding officer in the...at the base is a good man who respects competence."
Mark's mother shakes some spices into the pot. "Did Mark ever give you trouble?"
"No," Teyla smiles. "Not when we were training."
"And when you weren't?"
Teyla thinks of the conflicts she felt when she first realised Mark watched her outside of sparring sessions. She thinks of John's hedging hints, Ronon's open amusement, and Rodney's surprise and dismissal of Mark as 'brawn and no brains'. She thinks of Elizabeth's knowing smile, Carson's practical encouragement, and Halling's arched brow as she described her doings to her people and Mark's name came up often.
She thinks of the first time Mark kissed her - out on one of the balconies after watching the sun set, brilliant over the sea.
"Not trouble," she says, still peeling. "Confusion, perhaps. I was...reluctant to begin a relationship with him." In a situation like Atlantis, among a people not her own, there were so many ways to misstep. "He convinced me otherwise." Teyla smiles at Mark's mother, a little shy. "You have raised a very...persuasive son, Mrs. Lorne."
"When he puts his mind to it, sure." Mrs. Lorne's mouth tilts in a wry smile before she offhandedly asks, "Is it serious?"
Teyla is accustomed to detaching herself from people. She has lost too many people to the Wraith to be comfortable with her own feelings. Mark has had to accustom himself to this, and does so in his quiet manner. For his sake, she tries to be more affectionate. Still, Mark's mother is concerned for her son. "Yes."
In the next little while, many more questions are asked. Teyla's history, her background, her thoughts on the global political situation, her family and home life, her work. She peels and chops and answers questions without surcease, and at the end of it, Teyla thinks that Mark's mother should work in Atlantis, interrogating personnel for infiltrators and spies. The questions are direct, yet subtle, and every word is carefully measured.
When Mark comes in to check on them and touches her arm, Teyla is shamingly grateful for the interruption.
Later, they're out on the front porch, watching the sun set over the empty farmland. Inside the TV is offset by the murmur of conversation between his parents - exchanging notes on this woman that their son has brought to meet them. She leans against him, reflecting that Earth's sun is not as brilliant as the one that shines over Atlantis, and that there is nothing to match the way the sea ignites in those last moments before the water swallows the sun.
"I think they like you," he says after a silent while.
She smiles, inhaling the earth and wood scents. "I think I like them."
"Good." Mark kisses her.
Teyla thinks she may be a little battered after his mother's interrogation, but not yet conquered.
- fin -
SUMMARY: Teyla suspects that there will be consequences if she does not meet the other woman's idea of a suitable partner for her son.
CATEGORY: vignette, fluff, Teyla/Lorne
RATING: PG-13
NOTES: Filling a long-ago request by
ladyjax. I'm sorry it's taken forever. The writing hasn't been flowing as well as it usually does, and other things have been taking up my time.She has never been a good cook. Unfortunately, Mark's mother claims that Teyla need not be a good cook as long as she can pare vegetables to help her with dinner.
Mark gives her a wry, apologetic glance as she pauses at the door between the lounge room and the kitchen, looking back. He warned her that there would be an interrogation from his parents; she did not expect that they would be separated for it. There will be no cues to take, no chances to sit back and let him explain the situation, his mother's opinion of Teyla will rest on her shoulders alone.
An Earth phrase comes to mind, Divide and Conquer.
Teyla hopes that she will not come out of this conquered. She suspects that there will be consequences if she does not meet the other woman's idea of a suitable partner for her son.
"So, you and Mark met...?"
"At his work," she says as she peels root tubers. This much is solid ground. "I am a self-defence instructor in new techniques and was called in by the Air Force to train some of their officers." It is close enough to the truth, never mind that for six months, her only student was John Sheppard.
Sharp grey eyes glance over her. "Did they give you much trouble?"
"Not too much. The commanding officer in the...at the base is a good man who respects competence."
Mark's mother shakes some spices into the pot. "Did Mark ever give you trouble?"
"No," Teyla smiles. "Not when we were training."
"And when you weren't?"
Teyla thinks of the conflicts she felt when she first realised Mark watched her outside of sparring sessions. She thinks of John's hedging hints, Ronon's open amusement, and Rodney's surprise and dismissal of Mark as 'brawn and no brains'. She thinks of Elizabeth's knowing smile, Carson's practical encouragement, and Halling's arched brow as she described her doings to her people and Mark's name came up often.
She thinks of the first time Mark kissed her - out on one of the balconies after watching the sun set, brilliant over the sea.
"Not trouble," she says, still peeling. "Confusion, perhaps. I was...reluctant to begin a relationship with him." In a situation like Atlantis, among a people not her own, there were so many ways to misstep. "He convinced me otherwise." Teyla smiles at Mark's mother, a little shy. "You have raised a very...persuasive son, Mrs. Lorne."
"When he puts his mind to it, sure." Mrs. Lorne's mouth tilts in a wry smile before she offhandedly asks, "Is it serious?"
Teyla is accustomed to detaching herself from people. She has lost too many people to the Wraith to be comfortable with her own feelings. Mark has had to accustom himself to this, and does so in his quiet manner. For his sake, she tries to be more affectionate. Still, Mark's mother is concerned for her son. "Yes."
In the next little while, many more questions are asked. Teyla's history, her background, her thoughts on the global political situation, her family and home life, her work. She peels and chops and answers questions without surcease, and at the end of it, Teyla thinks that Mark's mother should work in Atlantis, interrogating personnel for infiltrators and spies. The questions are direct, yet subtle, and every word is carefully measured.
When Mark comes in to check on them and touches her arm, Teyla is shamingly grateful for the interruption.
Later, they're out on the front porch, watching the sun set over the empty farmland. Inside the TV is offset by the murmur of conversation between his parents - exchanging notes on this woman that their son has brought to meet them. She leans against him, reflecting that Earth's sun is not as brilliant as the one that shines over Atlantis, and that there is nothing to match the way the sea ignites in those last moments before the water swallows the sun.
"I think they like you," he says after a silent while.
She smiles, inhaling the earth and wood scents. "I think I like them."
"Good." Mark kisses her.
Teyla thinks she may be a little battered after his mother's interrogation, but not yet conquered.
- fin -
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You've captured exactly what I was looking for.
As for the writing thing, yeah, I'm way out of my groove as well although I think now that Shirley's home, things might get better. ;)
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