Chapter 3! Wow! Well, her you are. I hope I did the interaction between Teyla and John OK. Upps, shouldn't have said that, huh? Well, they talk in this chapter, which means that they see each other...and I am not telling you anymore than that. You have to READ!

P.S. This has not been beta'd. All mistakes are mine, or my sisters. OK, well, fine. They're mine.

Teyla sat on the hard ground, watching as each small, clear raindrop fell to the ground, shattering into a million crystal like pieces. She wiped at a tear that threatened to fall as she scratched at the ground. She wished she were back on Atlantis. But she was stuck. She was alone. Leaning her head back against the wall, Teyla sighed, tryingnot to fall asleep. It was no use. She was exhausted, and needed sleep badly. She would be useless if she couldn't even fight. Giving in to sleep, Teyla fellagainst the wall, herdreams filled with thoughts of home.

John dropped down under a thick oak tree after running for nearly an hour. Now, he could really say he knew why runners were called such. Taking in a deep breath, John tilted his face to the rain, enjoying the deep cold that it brought. Sighing, he dug in the bag he had stolen from Ronon, trying to find something to eat. Silently cursing himself for not remembering to give Teyla anything, he took a health bar from the side pocket and began eating it. Finally, the guilt eating away at him, he threw it back in the pack.

John was just about to get up and start walking again when he heard a loud, shrill screeching from above him. Looking up, he was just in time to see a large creature fly only ten feet above his head. It was five feet or longer in length, and had claws over four inches long. It's head was as big as John's chest alone. He pushed himself back into the tree, praying that the creatures didn't find him. Looking up, he watched as the sky was slowly filled black. Hundreds of the creatures were flying through the sky, their screeching almost unbearable.

Several flying close to the ground slowed, turning around and heading back in John's direction.

"No, God, please, no," John pleaded. The creatures flew right in his direction, hitting the tree he was under with such force that it broke in half, falling down. John barely missed it, rolling out of the way just in time. Scrambling to his feet, he started running.

"So, this is why the stupid, freaking gate doesn't work in the rain. The people on this planet must have realized the risk of this animal leaving the planet," John grumbled, ducking under trees and changing his direction often to confuse the creatures. It wasn't working. They just kept coming, their hunger leading them.

"Ahhh!" John fell to the soft ground as one of the creatures struck him on the arm. Grabbing his shoulder, he tried to stand again, but found himself trapped under the large creature. It began tearing at the flesh of his shoulder, the taste of blood driving it mad. John continued to scream as the creature ripped the flesh from his shoulder. The blood gushed out, falling down his arm, shirt, and the creatures long, slickbeak. Soon, blackness started to take over John.

Screwing his eyes up in pain, he let it.

I must be dead. Was the first thought that ran through John's head when he woke up. His surroundings were unfamiliar, but he would never forget the pounding of the rain. Would it ever stop? Suddenly, the events of the previous night crashed over him, making him bolt up. Or, bolt up as best as he could considering the circumstances.

"You are awake." Came the soft voice John was sure he would never hear again.

"Teyla?" He croaked, spitting blood up as it came to his mouth.

"John, shh, you are alright." Teyla whispered, walking over and leaning down beside him. She carefully moved the bandage on his arm to the side, making sure that the bleeding had actually gone down like she thought it had. His shoulder was a mess. A large piece of skin had been ripped from the top of his shoulder, and the skin going from his neck to his elbow was a mess, ripped partially and cut all the way down.

"Teyla, no, get away from me." John said, remembering the tracking device in his back. If he was near Teyla, Ronon would find them both, and there would be nothing John could do to protect her.

"John, please, do not ask me to do that." Teyla begged, trying to hold back tears. While John had been gone, she had been afraid like she never remembered being afraid. That was what led her to go find him.

"Teyla, please..." John tried to sit up. Teyla placed a hand on his uninjured shoulder, gently pushing him back down. John hissed as pain ran through his body.

"No, John. I cannot. I c-" Teyla stopped, sobs wracking her small body. "I cannot risk losing you." She broke down, finally letting her tears fall. She cradled John's head in her lap, wiping at his sweaty brow with a rag. He looked up, his features going soft.

"Don't worry, I don't plan on going anywhere soon." Shifting into a more comfortable position, John instantly realized that was a very bad idea. He yelled in pain as his shoulder was jarred against Teyla's leg. "Except maybe to get some pain killer."

Teyla gave a half hearted laugh, laying John back.

"Sleep now." Teyla said softly.

"Is that an order?" John laughed. Teyla just smiled. He nodded to himself, laying back, and soon falling into a fitful sleep. Teyla just sat there, his head in her lap. She continued to wipe the rag over his face, removing the sweat. At least he wasn't freezing anymore, she realized. When she had brought him in, he had been shivering so badly that she had thought he was convulsing. But him being so hot could have to do with an infection from the creatures.

Teyla sighed, rubbing her side. When she had rescued John, the creature had nipped her as well. But her injury wasn't nearly as bad as John's. It just bled for a little while, and seemed to be doing much better. She was surprised that she hadn't gotten more hurt than she had. Attacking three creatures her own size might not have been the brightest of ideas. She had realized that a little to late, though. Thank God for C4. She had found some in John's pack, which had led her to where she fought the creatures. The explosion had created a distraction, but just long enough for her to grab John and run.

Leaning her head back against the wall, Teyla breathed in deeply and tried to fall asleep.

The next morning, when she woke up, John was still resting. Placing her hand on his forehead, she realized he had an even worse fever than when he had fallen asleep. He was shivering also, which was a bad sign. Walking over to the pack, she took out clean bandages and removed John's old ones, using rain water to wash the injury out. When she was done, she took the wrappings and tired then very tightly around John's arm. She felt so helpless. If they were back in Atlantis, Carson could have fixed John up right away. But she couldn't do anything.

John stirred again, moving his head from side to side. Finally opening his eyes, he looked around, smiling slightly when he saw Teyla. He spoke as if he were on drugs.

"'Ello."

"Good morning, John." Teyla said, sitting down next to him.

"Mornin'." He slurred. Suddenly, a loud pounding from outside made then both look up sharply. Although it was morning, it was almost completly dark. Although it wasn't dark enough that they couldn'tmake out the form of at least five of the creatures. They continued to pound against the wall of the cave, making dust and small rocks fall from the ceiling. The entrance was too small for them to get in, but it was only a matter of time until the cave decided to fall in.

They were safe. For now.

Shortness! Well, I just don't have the time! Ahhhh! Sorry, just wanted to say that. Another plot twist. Bet none of you expected this, huh? Well, I would like input on this chapter, seeing as how this has taken a major turn from where I normally planned on taking this.

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