Disclaimer : I do not own Stargate Atlantis nor am I making a profit from this story, I do own Dr. Orla Grant though.
Rating : M for sexual content
Plot : Off World, Mud, mild whumpage and hopefully a pairing you will all love.
Pairings : Ronon Dex/Orla Grant more later
Spoilers : Set in Season 5 but I had changed a few things, Ronon has Season 4 hair NOT that wig, Teyla has not had her baby (hurry up John), Laura Cadman is now stationed on Atlantis and Carson Beckett is the CMO, I love him sorry.
A Massive thank you to bailey1ak for you patience and guidance your a star *hugs*.
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Orla fought with everything she possessed to stay above the flow of the landslide, oxygen, sweet oxygen. That's when she saw it, a huge twisted tree leaning towards her.
Get a hold she thought, grab it, it's your last chance.
She stuck her arms out and grabbed at the tree, holding on for dear life. She tore the muscles in her arms, stretched tendons in her shoulders. Shaking with the effort she clung to the tree .
Ronon thrashed in the mud and slush trying to see where he was being taken and trying not to swallow the gunk.
That's when he saw a pair of arms hanging onto a gnarled tree and a surge of hope flowed through him. He reached out and grabbed that tree for all his worth.
Ronon smacked into Orla's back earning a cry of pain from the scientist.
His shoulders screamed at the abuse so he knew she'd be in pain.
He had to get them away from the torrent, to safety, but he needed to catch his breath, stop the panic that had taken hold of him when he'd seen her being dragged from him.
He roared at her, "You hold on, don't you let go, don't you dare let go!" he cried.
Orla was cold and tired. Her arms trembled with pain, her shoulders on fire.
As she tried to hold onto the tree she was hit with force in the back and what little air was in her lungs was forced from her body, she cried out. Suddenly she felt something covering her. She couldn't do anything, she couldn't breathe.
Was this the way she was going to die? She'd wanted longer with Ronon, this wasn't fair. She allowed herself to think her inner most thoughts, she'd wanted a family one day , a child, maybe two, but she'd never have that now.
"You hold on, don't you let go, don't you dare let go!" She heard someone yell at her from behind. Ronon, she sobbed.
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Sheppard's training kicked in, he heaved his body up and with false bravado shouted to his team to get themselves up, they needed to move.
"What about Ronon and Orla?" Rodney uttered.
"I don't know Rodney, I just don't know," Sheppard truthfully answered.
"He threw himself after her," Rodney continued clearly shocked.
"Ronon loves Orla Rodney, he would never leave her. He did what he thought was right," Teyla mumbled trying to not give into emotions and just cry, her team needed her strong.
They stood limbs weak and painful from their exertions, emotions screaming. They tried to head along the path of the flow of muck, maybe, just maybe, they would find their friends unhurt just ahead. They needed to believe something to keep them moving.
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Ronon knew he had to get himself and Orla moving before exhaustion took over.
"Orla, can you hear me?" he shouted just behind her head.
He saw a weak nod.
"We have to get to safety, I'm gonna have to move a bit, hold on. Don't let go... please," Ronon hoped she understood.
Using his legs he inched his way around Orla to his right and away from the path of muck. When he'd moved a few more inches he moved his head to scan the terrain hoping to find something, anything to hold on to.
Ronon noticed there was a tree to his right, it was further away from the moving debris, if they could get there they should be able to reach more solid ground. The mud about the tree was still dangerously soft but it was a step in the right direction. Once at that tree they could aim to get to the ones behind it and try to make their way back up the hill they'd been dragged down.
"Orla, look at me!" Ronon demanded.
Orla heard Ronon telling her to look at him.
It took effort, she was so tired, but slowly she moved her head so she could see him. Her eyelids fluttered trying to stay awake.
"Orla! I know your tired but listen to me. I have to move to that tree over to the right, do you see it?" He panted.
She nodded.
"I need to get to it, then get you across, when I move you have to hold on to the tree tighter," Ronon looked into her eyes to make sure she understood.
" 'kay," was all she could muster.
TBC.... Please review, thank you.