Stargate Atlantis
Rating: PG
Characters/Pairing: Teyla/Ronon
Spoilers: None
Warnings: None
Summary: Looking back at her fiancee and then the man she loved; she hitched up her dress and ran.
Disclaimer: Just borrowing the pretty characters for a while...
Author's Notes: Written for 100situations over at LJ. And please let me know what you think..


It's been three months since they'd spoken, and everything had moved so fast.

They were stood beneath they Ring of the Ancestors. An anthosian priest stood before them, and her people and the Atlanteans stood behind them. Teyla smiled at her husband to be, gripping their joined hands firmly.

A flicker of sadness shot through her, but she pushed it to the back of her mind. I love Jalin. She did love him, but standing there, ready to become his wife, she realised that, yes, she loved him, but she just wasn't in love with him.

I've lost him. The mistakes that had been made seemed irreversible. She feared that she had lost the man she was in love with. And now she was standing at the altar, with a man she didn't want to marry.

What am I doing? He thought. He had a great view of the wedding from his place hidden behind a pillar in the control room. She's marrying him. Not me. I'm losing her. He hesitated. I've let her down; I never thought she'd understand what was going on in my mind.

"If anyone knows of any reason why Jalin and Teyla may not be joined forever, they must speak now." The priest announced.

Suddenly, heavy footsteps were heard, echoing loudly. Teyla turned to see him coming down the steps from the control room. Jalin's hands slipped from within hers. And there he stood looking at good as he ever did.

"Yeah, I have a reason." He said, catching Teyla's gaze within his own. I'm not giving up on her, not yet. I'm not losing her.

Her grievances with him were momentarily forgotten.

"Ronon," she whispered, looking back at her fiancée and then to the man she loved. Hitching up her dress, she ran for him. Running past the congregation, her friends and her family, many of whom had by now stood, and into his arms.

"I'm sorry," he murmured into her hair, his arms enveloping her slender form.

"I know," she replied, her eyes glazed with her unshed tears, "I'm sorry too, I turned my back on you. I should have listened, I should have understood."

"But you did. You tried. I thought you wouldn't understand. Seven years is a long time, Teyla. I never thought I'd ever find something like that." He pulled back, and brought a hand to her chin to tilt her head up. "I was," the word that followed, a mere whisper, "afraid." A tear rolled down her cheek as he softly continued, "afraid that you wouldn't understand. Afraid, that I'd love you too much, and I'd lose you."

"Ronon, you will never lose me." She reached up and stroked his cheek, "I will always understand. And I will never leave you."

"Forgive a stupid man?" He asked taking her hands in his.

"Every time."