Author's note: Ok so, first story to be published, I'd appreciate any constructive criticism. And if anyone wants to beta, feel free to PM me :)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Stargate/Stargate: Atlantis characters. I simply borrow them to play then give them back, more or less in one piece. First part was taken from the GateWorld transcript of the Broken Ties episode, I simply meddled with it a bit to put it to my liking :) Thank you Callie Sullivan.
After Tyre completes the withdrawal process, he brings the Atlantis rescue team to the world on which the Wraith lab is located and, hopefully, where Ronon was taken. Having planted explosives to destroy the place once their mission is completed, they make their way into the Wraith equivalent of an elevator. Once everyone is inside, Tyre activates the controls and a transporter beam whisks them away and deposits them elsewhere in the facility. The group moves on, then stops, as Ronon walks into view.
"Ronon!" Sheppard says, surprise, happiness and a bit of uncertainty showing on his face.
"Sheppard." Ronon says, smiling. "It's about time."
"What's going on, buddy?" Sheppard asks, frowning.
From behind Ronon, the Wraith leader walks into view.
"We were beginning to wonder if you'd ever show up." It says.
Lorne and his team spin around, guns raised, as Wraith guards walk in behind the group, aiming their stunners at them.
"You're at a disadvantage." The Wraith commander says. "You can attempt an escape but you'll have to sacrifice your friend's life to do so."
Sheppard aims his rifle at it, then says, to his friend. "Ronon, get out of the way".
"I can't do that." He answers.
Ronon doesn't budge, and John stares at him in shock. On the Colonel's right, Tyre quickly moves forward, grabbing Teyla from behind. He wraps his arm around her neck, holding a knife to her throat.
"His life won't be the only one forfeit." He says, looking intently at Sheppard.
"Tyre!" Teyla gasps, shock visible on her face.
Ignoring her, Tyre simply addresses the Atlanteans. "Lower your weapons."
Rodney and Lorne's team look to their military commander, who reluctantly lowers his P90. The others follow suit. As Ronon walks towards John, the Wraith commander orders the guards. "Take them away."
"Ronon, what's happening here?" Sheppard asks, stealing a glance at Teyla to make sure she is alright, worry for his teammate clenching his gut.
His attention snaps back to Ronon, seeing the big guy rushing towards him. John's eyes widen at the sight of the ex-runner's fist and his instincts kick in. He leans to the left, using his right hand to deflect Ronon's punch, then lifts it to join his left in a tense guard. He sidesteps to the left, putting distance between the big Satedan and himself, then narrows his eyes as he starts thinking of different maneuvers he could use to safely subdue his friend.
"Sheppard." Ronon growls, turning to face the Colonel after his punch was deflected. With a feral yell, he throws himself towards the slender man, propelling his fist with great strength. Keeping his guard up, the colonel jumps back , then to the right. Sheppard then rushes towards Ronon and throws him off-balance by tackling him at his midsection, taking them both to the ground. Rising again, John barely avoids another of the ex-runner's punch by stepping to the right. Unfortunately, the Satedan seems to have foreseen his move, and Sheppard walks right into the big guy's second punch. The force of it sends him careening into the wall, having him end up on his knees. Shaking his head, he looks up just in time to see a foot heading towards him.
Not having much room to escape Ronon's kick, John curses under his breath and dodges using a roll to the left. Getting back to his feet, he gets distracted from his opponent by suddenly having the Wraith leader in his face, grabbing at his throat and jerking him forward, closing the distance between them.
"Your resistance is entertaining, but futile." It growls, sneering in his face. From behind him, he can hear sounds of a struggle.
"John!" Teyla calls, fear lacing her voice.
Scrunching his face and wincing at the iron grip restricting his airways, John gasps. "Jesus, ever heard of breath mints?"
He makes a show of gagging, then groans as the Wraith tightens his hold and lifts him from the ground, before throwing the Colonel backwards with much force, making him collide with Ronon.
Stunned from the impact, the dark haired pilot cannot recover fast enough to escape the big guy's chokehold, and starts to struggle in earnest as his body's air supply is abruptly cut off.
Grabbing at his friend-turned-foe's arm, he tries to lessen the pressure on his already abused throat, to no avail. Desperately, he starts clawing at the leather-clad limb, trying to get words out, to get Ronon to stop choking him, but the only sounds that escape him are undistinguishable. Weakening, he tries to escape again, elbowing the Satedan as hard as he can, but Ronon simply chuckles at his attempts, the deep sound resonating against his back.
From her position in Tyre's hold, Teyla can only watch helplessly, and fear for her friend and team leader courses through her at the sight of his weakening struggles. She tries calling to her Pegasus-born friend, pleading. "Ronon! Please, stop!" To her left, one of the Marines lets out a yell and rushes to his commanding officer's aid, only to be stunned by one of the Wraith guards, dropping like a rock to the ground.
Next to Teyla, Rodney stares at the events unfolding before him. "Oh my god..." He says in a small voice. "He's killing him..."
Squaring his shoulders, he steps forward towards the struggling duo, ignoring Teyla's call of objection at his attempt, and yells angrily at the former runner. "Ronon, you barbarian, stop! You're going to kill Sheppard! You have to stop!"
As he reaches Ronon, the last thing he sees before he is engulfed in the turquoise aura of a stunner blast is his best friend's face, eyes half-closed, filled with fear at not being able to get air to his lungs. As Rodney falls, unconscious, the Wraith commander gestures at its guards to take the humans away. It waits until the Atlanteans are taken away, then turns to his newest worshipper. Seeing the dark-haired human's eyes close and his struggling stop, it grins.
"Alright, that's enough." It barks to Ronon. "I need this one alive, let him go."
Raising an eyebrow at the Wraith's words, the big Satedan keeps a tight grip on the pilot, feeling him go limp in his hold. "Why?" He asks. "Thought you wanted revenge."
Sneering, the Wraith orders him again. "Enough! Let him go! Do not make me repeat myself, or you will regret it."
Shaking his head with a scoff, he answers, "Fine.", then releases his hold on the Colonel and lets him drop unceremoniously to the floor, unconscious. Turning on his heels, he follows the Wraith leader as two guards grab Sheppard's arms and follow suit.
That's it for now, hope you liked it :)
-Wolf