FIC: SGA: JT: Spirit Day 16

Title: Spirit
Author: Doxymom
Rated: G
Spoilers: none
Season: any
Summary: Someone familiar accompanies John and Teyla on a mission.

Note: this little bit of fluff was written for a 100 days challenge I'm doing. Basically I agreed to write at least 100 words a day for 100 days. I got the prompt "Spirit" from the Fanfic100 table, but there's no way I'll write 100 fics. Sorry.
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Spirit
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Woof.

The tiny hairs on the back of his neck prickled. Sweat trickled down his spine. 'Get a grip, John,' he thought. 'There are no dogs in Pegasus.'

Woof.

He exchanged a look with Teyla. Confusion marred her regal features. Her gaze darted over the shadowed books, the high ceiling, the long, dark hall. When her eyes met his she shrugged.

"You heard that too?"

"A sharp sound? There but somehow...not there?"

"Like you're reading inside your head?"

"Yes." She nodded, aiming her rifle down the hall.

Woof.

"Crap. I hoped I was imagining it." He shivered. "Funny thing is," he said aloud just to stave off his nerves. "It sounds like Shadow."

"A shadow does not make such a sound."

He almost grinned. "Not A shadow. Shadow. My dog."

She cocked her head at him quizzically. "A four-legged furry creature?" She looked at him as though he were crazy. There were no pets on Atlantis and even if there were they would not be on a mission to a rumored enemy outpost.

"Was...my dog." He shifted his grip on his rifle, glanced at her. "Was," he whispered.

She blinked rapidly, his meaning sinking in. She peered at the walls with wide-eyes.

Woof! Woof!

Louder. Too loud. Shadow's warning bark. Closer. Something ran at him. He whirled. Nothing there. Still, he felt...

"Teyla, run!"

Without question she spun and bolted toward the exit and the 'Gate in the courtyard.

He followed close behind her. At the far end of the building doors slammed open. Searchers!

He secured the outer door. Teyla had the 'Gate dialed before he reached her. She watched him approach, then dashed through the iris.

Woof.

He skidded to a halt on the precipice, turned. From the corner of his eye he swore he saw a small black dog, pink tongue lolling, tail wagging. When he looked directly, nothing was there.

But he was.

"Thank you for the warning, Shadow," John whispered.

He stepped through the 'Gate.

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This story is dedicated to my sweet pup, Shadow, who passed away last year but hasn't completely left me.