Title: healing
Disclaimer: not my characters; just for fun.
Warnings: takes place during "Tao of Rodney"
Pairings: none
Rating: PG
Wordcount: 150
Point of view: third
They were marks of those painful seven years, when he had nothing but what he carried and nobody but himself. They were brandings, mementos he could never leave behind.
They were the scars of his mind given flesh, and he hated them-he did. Like he hated Wraith and Kell. Like he hated himself for not being fast enough to save Melena.
He couldn't change the past; he could only let the pain and despair and rage fade, shove it aside and ignore it.
And Rodney, who he once thought of as the weakest member of his team, took them away, as his goodbye.
"I healed them," he said, looking up and trying to smile. He was dying and his goodbye was to erase those brandings, the memories Ronon had never been able to escape.
He watched Rodney go and wished he could die in Rodney's place.