Call for help!

Uncertain, Teyla looked around her room. There was no kind of Ancient guide to help her get it off, but the next best thing would be...

Right, Rodney, he'd gotten rid of one before. And there was... The crew staffing Atlantis at the moment had brought a fair bit of technology through with them. She hadn't familiarised herself with all of it, preferring what she was used to, but there were definitely advantages to long range communication that didn't require her to leave her room, especially given that she seemed to be stuck naked.

A laptop, they'd called it. She'd learned the basics at Zelenka's insistence, he'd talked a lot about the importance of technology and... she'd zoned out after a while. She never thought he'd be greatful to that.

She started it up; she knew there was software to communicate with others, the names of a lot of other personnel there. Rodney, Rodney...

Rodney McKay! She clicked it and stared at the screen.

"Hello?" she said.

Wait, why had it gone black? Was it broken, had she... what was that spinning circle in the middle? Why-

McKay's face suddenly appeared on the screen, off in the lab somewhere. His eyes widened as he was greeted with the top half of his rather naked teammate.

Wait, this wasn't just audio?! Teyla yelped, hastily crossing her arms over her bare tits, well aware the damage had been done. Her cheeks warmed.

"Teyla, uh," McKay said. "To what do I owe this pleasure?"

She inhaled, shifting her arms a little awkwardly, hands gripping her muscled upper arms in an attempt to cover what little she could of her boobs.

"How do I turn the video off?" Teyla said quickly, slightly breathless.

"Default setting, you can't without a lot of... I don't really have the time to explain it right now, what's this about?" McKay said.

"The shield device," Teyla said. "You had one on a while ago. How did you remove it?"

"The shield..." McKay began.

His gaze drifted, lingering on a glimpse of Teyla's cleavage, the soft glowing green between them all she had on. It stood out against her brown skin, slight creases as she pressed her arms against her tits.

"Rodney!" Teyla said, embarrassed. "Stop staring!"

"R-right," McKay said. "It, uh, should be controlled by your thoughts. If you want it to come off, it should just fall off."

"I could not possibly want it off any more than I do right now," Teyla said, firmly.

"Are you sure? I mean-"

"I am very sure!" Teyla said.

She shifted, cheeks burning. She gritted her teeth when one of McKay's coworkers walked past behind him, doing a double-take at McKay's screen.

"What about subconsciously?" McKay said. "You do a lot of fighting, right? Your subconscious might just be latching onto the sense of invincibility, even while your conscious mind... uh, yeah."

"What do I do about that?!" Teyla said.

"Assuming it's not broken," McKay said. He shrugged. "Talk yourself through it I guess."

"That's your only advice?"

"Just make sure you want it off more than your subconscious wants it on," McKay said. He glanced back, suddenly realising a few people were starting to gather. "Look, I've got to go. let me know how it goes."

Teyla half-dropped the laptop. She stood, pacing. That... the camera was off right? She could never tell.

Wanted it off... she'd just flashed her tits to Rodney, if that wasn't enough to convince the device she wanted it off so she could actually get dressed, what was?!