I found a little more time to write than I had expected, so this is up sooner than expected! I hope you all like it! (Crosses fingers)

P.S. I have no beta. All mistakes are mine.

Teyla leaned out of the cave, letting the water fall on her face. It was nearing daylight, when she and John would do the unspeakable. They were going to go straight to the one hunting them. She would have liked it better if they could have done it in the night, but the creatures prevented them from doing so. They would die before they even got close. Sighing in anticipation and fighting the shivers that shook her body, Teyla wrapped her arms around herself and walked back inside, sitting down beside John. He was doing better, considering their situation. His infection had not gone away, but it had stopped spreading. It had enveloped the whole top of his arm. Peeling back the bandages, Teyla pressed some more of the slick, reddish paste she had made onto the effected skin. Only hours before, she had gone outside, gathering plants she knew had natural healing ability's. It wasn't going to be enough, but it would be fine for now.

The drug was keeping John on his toes, and now he could fight past the hazy cloud that had enveloped his mind and talk and see more clearly.

"I can't go with you." John said, forming his first clear words in two days.

"I need you, John." Teyla said, sitting down beside him and taking some of the thermal blanket that they were sharing. It wasn't on, but it kept the cold out. The blanket was small, so they had to sit close together to stay warm.

"The tracking device, Teyla. I can't come."

"John, please, I cannot do this alone." She said, looking him in the face. He was tired, his blue eyes no longer holding the bright glow they usually did. Teyla sighed, looking down at the floor.

"I can't." John said gently. "Now, turn around so I can put some of this ..." John dug his fingers around in the reddish slime that occupied a small bowl, frowning as it slipped through his fingers and fell back into the bowl. "Glop," He decided, "On your shoulder."

Teyla did as she was told, helping John remove the bandages from her arm and letting him spread the medicine on her injury. His soft hands slid over her skin, making her shiver. His hands were cold, extremely, but they were softer than she would have expected them to be after years of fighting. His hand lingered for a minute, then he pulled back, wiping the remainder of the slime off onto his pants. He then wrapped his arms around his bare chest. His shirt was still acting as a bandage for Teyla. She sighed, looking out the cave door. It was daylight. She had to move out. As she stood to her feet, John placed an arm on hers.

"I'll be watching out for you."

Teyla was confused, but smiled, nodded and walking out of the cave, sloshing through the rain. Soon, she disappeared into the falling rain. John sighed, letting her go. Five minutes later, he followed. As he walked through the rain, he reached a hand back and touched the device that still showed through his skin. He wanted so badly to pull it out, but it was too close to his vertebrae. He risked hurting himself if he did. As John sneaked around, he kept a close eye on where he was going. Finally, he came to his destination. Leaning over the large cliff, John spotted Teyla at the entrance of the cave. She was leaning up against the stone wall, and though John couldn't read her expression, he could read her body language. She was afraid. John had never known Teyla to be afraid. Really, truly afraid.

Squashing the urge to run and help her, John pressed his back against the rock wall, wishing he was invisible. Finally, after waiting for what seemed an eternity, Teyla stepped into the cave.

Teyla took a deep breath, turning and walking inside. It was dark, and there were several long, narrow tunnels leading in different directions. Teyla counted at least five. Looking around, she realized that Ronon must have set up camp in one of the tunnels, because she found nothing except a broken lamp in the main part of the cave. Teyla chose the third tunnel, walking down it, using the wall for direction. The darkness grew, and soon, Teyla couldn't even see her hand in front of her, guiding her along. Finally coming to what seemed the end of the tunnel, Teyla moved around the small room. There was nothing there.

Feeling the effects of the drug already starting to wear off, Teyla sped up. She nearly ran from the cave, entering the one beside it. She was slower going in, because she didn't know if there were any unexpected twists or turns. Finally, she reached the end. It was another empty cave. Sighing, she quickly exited the tunnel and entered the next. At the end of this one, she found a light on. Peeking into the opening, she saw the pile of her and John's stuff. Looking around, she saw that Ronon was not there. Grabbing the bags, and praying to the Gods that she had what she needed, Teyla ran out, wanting to get back to John as soon as she could.

John sat on top of the cliff. Teyla was safe for now. He hadn't seen Ronon, and if he was in the cave, Teyla would have yelled, called for help, or something. Suddenly, a quietmovement in the bushes made him turn around. But the noise wasn't coming from behind him. It was coming from below. Turning around so fast that he nearly fell off of the cliff, John was just in time to see Ronon enter the cave. Cursing loudly, John jumped the ten foot fall to the ground below him and ran up to the door of the cave. He had told Teyla that he would look out for her, and that is what he planned on doing.

Teyla heard footsteps and her breath hitched in her throat. Pressing her back up against the wall of one of the empty caves, she prayed that whoever it was didn't find her. The footsteps grew louder. Teyla focused on them, nothing else mattering. The soft patter of shoes against dirt drowned out even the sound of the loud, pounding rain.

"How did I know that I would find you here?"

The question surprised Teyla, making her spin around. She came face to face with the one man she hated more than any other. Ronon. She screamed.

"Damn!" John yelled, running inside the cave. He came just in time to see Ronon holding a knife to Teyla's throat. She was struggling against him, but she was weaker than him. The drug that she had made to help her and John was wearing off. Ronon held her tight, his arm wrapped so tightly around her throat that she could barely breathe.

John weighed his options for few precious seconds before making up his mind.

"Let her go." John said, walking forward and making himself seen. A faint glimmer of hope shone in Teyla's eyes. She stopped struggling when Ronon turned his attention away from her.

"Why should I?" Ronon asked, throwing Teyla to the side without a thought. She flew backwards, not being able to keep herself up. Hitting her head into the wall, she fell to the floor as blood began oozing from her temple. John winced, walking forward.

"Don't you dare hurt her." He said, grabbing two sticks from the pile on the floor. They were heavy, and strong. They would work.

"I will if I want to." Ronon said, throwing his foot back to press his point. It connected with Teyla's stomach. John flinched, knowing that if Ronon kept it up, he would lose his patience, which meant losing his concentration. Teyla had taught him that concentration in a battle was your greatest ability. John was weak; a lot more so than Ronon. He couldn't hope to win a battle. But he had to try.

"Never again," John growled, waiting for Ronon to attack. Ronon grabbed two sticks off of the pile as well, swinging them around in circles. John watched his every move carefully. Ronon attacked. John saw it coming, and blocked it. Approaching with an attack of his own, John tried to keep his concentration on fighting. The hazy cloud that kept filling his mind was back, and it took a lot to keep him from passing out, and much more to keep focused on winning someone who had been training so may more years than him.

"You can't hope to win!" Ronon yelled, his attacks getting harder and harder to block. John was fighting defence, not having time for offence. Ronon was winning; by a long shot. He finally hit John, the larger of his sticks connecting with John's head with a sickening crack.

"No!"

The scream from Teyla was drowned out by the pouring rain. The rain that had washed away all traces of hope left in their lives.

Well, I hope you like it! It tool me a while to write! Please leave your thoughts!

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