Oh, wow! I got a ton of feedback for this, more than I ever thought I would get. Most people don't care that Ronon is a bad guy, but sorry to those that do! I have a reason that Ronon is bad, and I might reveal it in this chapter, maybe not. It depends if I get that far within two thousand words or not.

Well, on with the story!

P.S. This hasn't been beta'd, so sorry for mistakes! I ran it through a couple spell-checkers, so I think I got everything.

Teyla awoke to rustling in the leaves. She couldn't hear well over the pounding of the rain, but there was definitely something, or someone, there. Struggling to her feet, Teyla ran in the opposite direction. Running up a hill, she grabbed onto anything that could help her get up the slippery climb. Branches, thorn vines, even the muddy ground. When she was near the top, she grabbed a branch, hoisting herself onto the muddy ground. By now, it had been raining non-stop for hours, so the ground was soft and she sank almost knee deep in it when she tried to run. She heard someone behind her, and, knowing it had to be Ronon, she tried to pick up speed, pulling her feet from the mud and stumbling through the blinding rain.

Giving up, she ran behind a large fallen tree, holding her breath and hoping the hard pounding in her chest wouldn't give her away. The footsteps following her stopped. Ronon was looking around. He came near the fallen tree, but couldn't see Teyla within all of the branches. Finally, he left. Taking in a deep breath, Teyla allowed herself to breathe again. Suddenly, her head exploded in pain. Grabbing it with her hands,she pressed her palms up against her temples, willing the pain to go away. She couldn't scream, she would alert Ronon to her presence. Tears leaked from her eyes as she forced herself through the blinding pain. Her vision blacked out. She couldn't see anything. Just as she thought she couldn't take anymore, the pain subsided.

Falling to the ground, Teyla started breathing deeply. She forced herself to her feet and ran on. She had to keep going, no matter how tired she was. She was a fighter, a warrior; she couldn't give in, not now. She had to find John, and they had to get out of here. But the rain... The Stargate didn't work in the rain, and it was most likely going to go on for days, maybe even weeks.

"What did you do to her!" John yelled, struggling against his bonds as Ronon re-entered the cave. He was holding his knife out, a frustrated look on his face. John tried to free his hands, to no avail. It wasn't working.

"Nothing," Ronon replied.

"What?" John asked, surprised.

"I didn't hurt her. She got away."

John hid a smile, but it quickly dissapered as Ronon walked over, knife in hand. Kneeling down beside John, he placed the knife up against his neck. John bit his lip, trying not to give in and ask Ronon to stop.

"Do you want me to kill you?" Ronon asked, pressing it harder up against his neck. John winced as he felt the warm blood start to seep down his neck.

"No." John said, wincing more as Ronon cut the knife through his skin.

"Then find her."

"What?"

"You are the only one that can get to her. If you don't find her, I will kill you." Ronon said, pressing his hand to John's back and leaning him forward. He used his knife to cut open John's shirt andplaced it up against his back, making a small cut across his shoulder blades.

"What are you doing?" John asked, watching as more of his blood slipped down his back andhis shoulders, falling upon his pants.

"I saved this." Ronon held out the tracking device that Carson had pulled from his back. It was clean now, no more blood on it. Smiling, he pulled back a flap of skin on John's back, making him yell in pain. He stuck the tracking device deep in the skin, to where John couldn't get it out. Smiling, he took aburning hotstick from the campfire and used it to mold the skin back in place. John yelled loudly as his skin was welded back together. Finally it was done. Dropping to the hard, cold floor of the cave, he ground his teeth together, a few tears leaking unnoticed from his eyes. It hurt like fire. Literally.

"Why are you doing this?" John begged, the pain trying to take over him. It felt like he was going to pass out.

"It's the way I am. I run, I fight, and now that I have that thing out of my back, I can live. Now, you can taste what it was like, having the Warith constantly after you, trying to kill you. But this time, I will be after you, too. When I came to Atlantis, you offered me a place to stay. You know why I didn't? Because I don't trust you. I don't trust you. You are all liars, and now, I am the seeker, and you are the runner." Ronon laughed as John finally gave in, the darkness slipping over him. He knew, in a couple of hours, he would be awake again. But for now, he just wanted the freedom that the darkness offered.

Teyla dropped onto the soft ground of the cave, falling back into the dirt. It was dry, and slightly warmer than outside. It would do. Curling into a ball, she fell off to sleep.

Hours later, she awoke to the sound of footsteps outside. Backing into the far corner of the cave, she willed Ronon not to find her. There was no where she could run, she was trapped. Someone entered the cave, but it wasn't Ronon.

"John!" Teyla yelled, running to him and throwing her arms around him, holding tightly. John pulled her away.

"I came to tell you to stay away, to stay away from me."

"Why?" Teyla asked, confused. She looked him up and down. He was wet, and from the look on his face, he was in great pain.

"Ronon, he is tracking me, to find you. You have to run, to leave this place. Just...go, leave me to fight him. Teyla, I have to go." Without another word, John ran away. He ran from the only person he could trust, the only person that he could rely on. Now, he was alone.

Teyla just stood in the door of the cave, watching John leave. They both were alone, and they had to fight.

Sorry for the shortness! I promise, my next chapter will be longer. But I am away from the computer for a while. REVIEWS make me happy.

PLEASE REVIEW! I am begging you!