No More Waiting
This is an alternate universe. I've only seen like 4 and a half episodes of. In my AU, Teyla has a brother. The half episode that I saw came from the first season, so I don't really know anything about her family. I love Ronon and Teyla's chemistry. I wrote this story a long time ago, but I put Teyla and Ronon in my main characters places and added a few things, so if it is horrible, my bad. Here we go.
Summary: AU. Teyla is married and the ruler of her people. She is reunited with her true love after waiting for him for so many years. RononTeyla.
Disclaimer: I don't own very much. I own three characters: Garvin, Tessir, and Virrah. Everyone else belongs to the creators of the show.
Three guards walked in dragging a person in shackles between them. They viciously threw him in front of the woman sitting on the throne in front of the Main hall. He landed on his side. The captive brought himself up to a kneeling position. "My lady, we have found him," said one of the guards.
"This is the man who killed my brother?" the woman asked. The three guards nodded. "Rise, sir and meet my gaze," she said descending from her throne. Her tone was soft and kind.
The captive didn't move a muscle. One of the guards pulled at the captive's shackles. "The princess said rise. It would serve you well to listen," he hissed.
"Do not touch him. Let him rise on his own accord," the princess whispered. She knelt down in front of the captive. "I can always lower myself to meet your gaze if you are too weak. Then I can help you up."
"You are too kind, princess" the captive spoke, looking at the ground.
"Teyla, he is still dangerous," said another guard.
Teyla brought a hand to the gruff man's chin and lifted it up. He was dirty and looked as if he were malnourished and had been treated unkindly. His hair fell to his shoulders and his face covered in dirty. The only thing she could clearly see was his eyes, and they were full of remorse. "You aren't dangerous, are you?" she asked.
The captive shook his head. He brought his shackled hands up to hers, moving her hands to his cheek. A guard ran over to him and kicked him in his side. "Do not touch her. You are not worthy. This shall be your last hour. For touching her, and for killing her brother," the guard yelled, standing over his body.
Teyla stood up and put herself between the guard and the captive. "Enough, Garvin! How dare you hit an unarmed man in my halls!"
"How can you defend the man who killed your brother?"
She turned her attention back to the captive who was struggling to get back up to his knees. "Are you willing to rise? Are you in need of my assistance?" she knelt down in front of him again.
"No, my lady. Like he said, I am not worthy," he replied.
"I say who is and is not worthy, if there is such a thing."
"How can you easily defend someone you don't know?" he asked. His eyes piercing her soul.
A familiar feeling came over her. "Because I feel as though I know you."
"And I you."
She put her hand on his back. She felt something hot and sticky on it. She lifted up her hand and saw it coated with blood. "You are bleeding. Did my guards harm you?"
"No," he said. "These injuries were because of me."
"Let me see," she said lifting up his shirt. Teyla gasped at the number of wounds on his body. "A cloth," she requested.
When it was put in her hand, she wiped off some of the blood on his body. When the blood was gone, her hands traced over the scars on his upper back. Tears rolled down her cheeks. The captive turned around and saw her. "Don't cry for me, my princess," he said.
"I've seen these scars before," Teyla said. The captive looked away. "Ronon? I thought you died," she whispered.
"No, I couldn't leave you."
She took his arm and helped him to stand. "Get these shackles off him. Take him to my quarters."
"But my lady," started Garvin.
"If he is harmed any further by you or your guards' hands, I will personally cut them off," she threatened.
All the guards nodded. Garvin released Ronon and led him to Teyla's quarters. Ronon rubbed his wrists that were raw and crusted with blood. "I will be with you soon," Teyla called, as Ronon walked away.
Teyla walked to her throne and took a seat. Ronon returning was so overwhelming that it was just too much to be in the same room with him. All of the emotions flying around in the air around them. A lot of unwanted tension.
When she calmed down, she walked to her room. There she found Ronon standing and staring out the window. "Care to sit?" she said closing the door.
She walked over to her bed, but didn't sit down. "Not after everything that I've hand to endure all this time. It hurts to sit, to lie, even to stand," Ronon turned around to face her. "Teyla, I swear on my love for you that I didn't kill your brother."
"I believe you. I believed you when you said you would return, and I believe you now," Teyla sobbed.
Teyla walked forward and Ronon embraced her body against his, even though it pained him to do so. She cried into his chest while he ran his fingers through her hair. "I thought you were going to wait for me," he whispered.
Teyla separated herself from him. "I did," she said, wiping her tears away.
"Then what are you doing here? In this palace, away from your people."
"I was waiting for you. For three years I have been waiting. Praying that you would return to me."
"But I'm here."
"I know," she yelled. Her features sobered. "But that doesn't take away the fact that you were gone. It doesn't take away the three years I spent worrying for you, Ronon. And I still do. Even though you are right here. And I loved you more from the day you left."
"Then maybe I should leave."
"No, don't. I can't have my heart breaking again for you."
"Teyla, my heart still belongs to you," Ronon said. He walked up to her and cupped her chin, making their eyes meet.
Teyla forced herself out of the gaze. "But mine can't," she said turning her back to him. "My people. The sacrifices I've made."
"Please don't let any of those sacrifices be because of me."
She ran into his arms and openly cried. Ronon could feel the front of his shirt dampening from her tears. "Ronon, I love you. I really do. But I can't the way that I want to."
Ronon wrapped his arms around her, resting his chin on her head. "Why not?" he asked.
"Will you please take your hands off my wife?" said a voice from the door.
Teyla and Ronon's reunion was so emotional that they didn't hear the door open or realize they had an audience. "Wife?" Ronon whispered.
Teyla unwillingly released herself from his arms. She walked over to the man in the doorway, drying her face. "Virrah," Teyla said.
"I've heard the news from Garvin. Is this not the man who killed Tessir? The man who killed your brother," Virrah spat. He protectively put his arms around his wife.
Ronon's eyes darkened at the sight in front of him. Virrah took out a gun and pointed at Ronon. Teyla got in the way of the gun. "No. He didn't."
"How do you know? Because he said!" Virrah yelled. He stepped around his wife. "How dare you brainwash my wife."
Teyla got back in the way of the gun. "He would never do anything to hurt me. He loves me."
"Loves you? I love you, Teyla," Virrah said. "Look at him. He is barbaric. He does not know love!"
"He does. Because he loves me," Teyla yelled back. "And I love him too." Her voice softened and she shrunk back. "I'm sorry, Virrah."
Virrah backhanded her across the face. Teyla fell to the ground with a gasp. "How dare you hit her!" Ronon yelled.
The only thing that stopped him from killing Teyla's husband was the gun pointing at his chest. He looked down at Teyla who was lying on the ground shaking. "Who are you to question my actions?" Virrah challenged.
"I am not the one who just hit the person they claimed to love." Ronon stepped around to get a better view of the man threatening his life. He took a step back. "It was you."
"Do I know you?"
"You killed her brother. I saw you."
"I do not know what you speak of," Virrah said. "I'm sorry, Teyla."
Virrah bent down to help her up. "Do not touch me. Is there any truth to what he says?" Teyla asked.
"Never," Virrah replied.
"Liar!" Ronon roared. "I recognize the crest you wear. It must be a family crest. And your eyes from after you shot him. That memory is not easily forgotten."
Teyla stood up and walked toward Ronon. She looked at her husband with pleading eyes. "This can't be true."
"Believe it," Ronon said.
"Who are you going to believe, this man who says he loves you, or your husband who you know does?"
"I will believe whoever is telling me the truth."
"It's me, Teyla," Ronon pleaded. "I lied to you once, but I promised you that I would never do it again. You need to believe me."
Teyla looked into Ronon's eyes which were filled with sincerity. She quickly turned her head to Virrah. "I want the truth, Virrah."
Virrah laughed. "The truth? I killed your brother. And I have no remorse," he said dropping the gun to his side.
"Why?" Teyla asked, tears brimming.
"Your brother was the only thing standing in my way to rule. I married you, that was the first step, but if Tessir married someone first, then I would have to wait. And he was engaged to be married. He was in my way, and I needed to be rid of him. Now I am in line to become the ruler of your people.
"You tyrant!"
"And only one person is stopping me."
Virrah raised his gun and shot Ronon in the stomach. "Ronon!" Teyla yelled as she watched his body crumple to the floor.
She knelt down next to him and put pressure on the gunshot wound. The blood was spreading quickly. Her hands became sticky with his blood. "Stay with me, Ronon," Teyla pleaded to him.
Virrah walked over to his wife. "Stay with me, Teyla, and I will let you get some help and let him live," Virrah bargained.
"Never."
"Then he will bleed to death."
Ronon coughed and blood spilled from his mouth. "It's all right, Teyla. My life isn't worth that of your people. Let me go. You don't have to wait for me this time."
Tears freely ran down her cheeks mixing with Ronon's blood. "I won't have to wait because you aren't leaving me."
The footsteps of the guards echoed through the hallways in front of Teyla's room. Garvin stood in Teyla's doorways with several other guards. "Princess, is everything all right?" Garvin asked. "We heard a gunshot."
"Get this man out of my quarters," she hissed. The guards made their way toward Ronon. "Not him. Virrah."
"Princess? What for?" Garvin asked.
"He killed Tessir. Throw him in a cell and call a healer here."
Garvin nodded. Two guards shackled Virrah and escorted him out of the room. "Princess, will you be all right?"
Teyla slowly nodded. Garvin left the room to get the healer. "Stay strong, Ronon," she said to him. "For me."
"I will wait for you in the skies," Ronon whispered, his voice getting weaker.
"Do not talk like that. Just rest. The healer will be here soon. Then it can be like how I wished. When I was truly happy."
Ronon closed his eyes and nodded. She caressed his forehead. The action made him relax. When his breathing evened out, as if he were sleeping, the healer walked in. "Everything will be fine now," she whispered, watching the healer. "You are here and that makes everything okay."
Almost two hours later the healer finished working on Ronon. Teyla helped the healer carry Ronon to his bed. "He is very weak, princess. The bullet missed the vital organs and there was an exit wound which made it easier. But the bullet just missed his spine. If he awakens, keep him immobile. Moving might tear the stitches. I cannot say when he will awaken, but I know he will live."
"My thanks," Teyla said.
The healer smiled and walked out of the room. The healer saw how Teyla's eyes shined in Ronon's presence. How she glowed. This never happened when she was around her soon to be ex-husband. She knew that it was Ronon who Teyla truly loved.
The healer had removed Ronon's shirt when she was healing him. She saw how dirty he was and left him to get a basin filled with water and a cloth. She cleaned all of the dirt off his body, and his face.
How she missed looking into his eyes. For three years, that was missing from her life.
Of course, Ronon was unpredictable, and stubborn to a fault, but he was also strong, and passionate. She knew that she was the only person that Ronon would ever open up to. And they understood each other. At times, Teyla felt as if he was the only one who could. She missed that the most.
Around his neck she saw that he still had his Wraith teeth necklace and sighed. She noticed that there were more teeth on it than the last time she had seen it.
In the midst of her thoughts, Ronon shivered. It was most likely from the blood lost. Teyla laughed because he was lying on top of all of the blankets, and she knew that she would not be able to lift him on her own. She walked to her drawers and took out a few white sheets. She unfolded and covered Ronon with them.
She massaged his furrowing brow and whispered calming words to him. "I need you here with me, Ronon," she said. "I will stay with you, I promise. Don't make me wait for you any longer."
Teyla took his hands and hers and rubbed them to warm them up. She shook her head when she saw his wrists covered in bandages. She remembered how much of a fighter he was when he was every time they were in captivity. She didn't realize the Sun went down because she was so preoccupied with Ronon.
She heard a knock on the door and was forced to left Ronon's side, which was hard for her to do. She opened up the door and saw Garvin on the other side. "Your hus—Virrah has been detained. What are we to do with him?" he asked.
"I don't know, Garvin. It is too much to take in. Can we talk about it when Ronon is awake and well?"
"But princess, he is awake," Garvin said. Teyla turned around to see Ronon lying back starting up with wide eyes. "I will leave you," he nodded and closed the door.
Teyla walked over to Ronon. "Am I dead?" Ronon asked, his voice weak.
"Don't speak. You are still in the land of the living," Teyla said with a smile.
A single tear fell down her cheek. Ronon lifted up his hand and wiped it away what seemed like the thousandth tear she cried. He frowned at how weak he was. "Why are you crying?"
"The healer said you shouldn't move. You should rest."
"I'm not tired," he said, putting his hand down.
"Your tone says different."
"I am weak, not tired."
"The strong and mighty Satedan warrior admitting to weakness?" Teyla teased.
"Yes. What can I say? It is hard to put up a strong face around you." Ronon yawned. "Maybe I am a little tired."
Teyla stood up and kissed him on the forehead. "I will let you rest then," she said, walking toward her door.
"No, Teyla," he said as loud as he could. He grunted and brought his hand to his stomach as the action caused a shooting pain. "Bad idea."
Teyla turned around and ran back to him. "Ronon, you stubborn fool!" Teyla said. "What did I tell you?"
"That you needed me here with you. And you promised to stay with me."
"You heard me?"
"Yes, more or less. It was like a dream. But you almost broke your promise just now." Teyla laughed and teasingly slapped him on the shoulder. "Ouch."
"I thought you said you needed to rest."
"I will. But I want you here with me, too. Come and lie down," Ronon offered.
"But your wounds."
"They hurt whether or not you are in bed with me."
Teyla shook her head at Ronon's persistence. Teyla took off her sandals and got into bed with him. She laid down on his bare chest and he put his arm around her. "I love you, Ronon Dex," she whispered not knowing if he heard or not.
Ronon didn't reply to her statement. Teyla assumed that he didn't hear her. She was the first to sleep. She fell asleep to the rhythmic rise and fall of Ronon's chest. Ronon bent down and kissed Teyla on the forehead. "I love you too, Teyla Emmagan."
Within a few minutes, he fell asleep also, but with a smile on his face.
This is my first romance and Stargate fic. I hope that it was all right. Please review, and no flames please. Lil-Rock