I wrote this all in one sitting. I think people will like it, but I don't know. I hope so! Anyway, lots more twists in this one, but I think they all get cleared up.

P.S. I have a beta! My sissy is so cool!

Ronon smiled as he watched John on the floor. He was unconscious, but his bleeding was minimal. Ronon dropped his sticks on the floor and turned his attention back to Teyla. She held herself up with one hand, the blood dripping from her temple only getting worse. Her face was set in pain, not only physical, but emotional, too. Her eyes flew over the room, trying to find a way out of this mess. There seemed no way out.

"Now, where were we?" Ronon asked, kicking Teyla again. She winced as his boot connected with her stomach. She could have sworn she felt something break. Ronon pulled her into a sitting position and started tying her hands together. As he was tying her feet together, he suddenly lurched forward, falling into the cave wall beside him. Teyla looked up. John was on his feet, holding one of the sticks that Ronon had dropped to the floor only minutes before. Ronon jumped up, grabbing the other stick that had dropped and, using all his strength, he swung at John.

John dropped to the ground, the stick barely grazing his left shoulder, the one that was hurt. Screaming pain, he jumped from the floor and swung at Ronon. He missed by about ten inches. Ronon took the advantage, slamming his stick into John's back. John fell to the floor, dropping his stick. He had fallen only feet from Teyla. She looked into his eyes and gasped. He was blind.

Ronon attacked again, running at John. He was through playing games, it was time for John to die. Teyla wrapped her free feet around the stick nearest to her, throwing it up as she twisted around, grabbing it with her hands. She blocked Ronon's attack, protecting John's head from being smashed to a million tiny pieces. The force of the attack on the stick made her fall backward. She hit the cave behind her. Spinning around, Teyla slammed the stick into Ronon's stomach. He dropped his own stick, wrapping his hands around the now blood covered weapon. He looked up at Teyla, falling to his knees. He pulled the stick from his stomach. It was covered in blood. Teyla knew that she hadn't killed him. He had been through much worse. But she had slowed him down, and that was a start.

She grabbed a knife from one of the packs, using them to cut the ropes around her wrists. She missed a few times, slicing through her own skin as she desperately tried to free herself from her bonds. As she grabbed John and held him over her shoulder, her vision began blacking out. She knew it was from the infection, and she had to do something. She would. Just as soon as she got away from Ronon.

Limping out of the cave, Teyla helped John to the cliff he had been watching from earlier. Carefully setting him down, Teyla shuffled through the packs. Wiping water from her face, her search became more frantic. She had to find something. Finally, she found the medicine pack. Water slowly filled the small pack, making it harder to look around. Teyla read each label, trying to find the right one. Finally, she did. There was a small bottle filled with a light greenish liquid.

Quickly filling the syringe, she administered the drug to John. Filling a second one, she gave herself the antibiotics. She then packed away everything and helped John up, carrying him back to the cave they had been hiding in. She hoped that the medication worked quickly. John's infection had gotten worse, and she feared that they didn't have much time.

The next morning Teyla awoke to a strange feeling. She was warm. Looking around, she saw that she was wrapped carefully into the thermal blanket, and it was on. Not wanting to waste the little battery that it had, she quickly shut it off. Wrapping herself in the semi-warm blanket, she looked around for John. She found him sitting by the door of the cave. His feet were wrapped Indian style, and his arms were set in them. The rain was drenching him as it fell from the sky. He didn't seem to notice or care.

"Good morning," he said, a slight edge to his voice. It surprised Teyla that he knew she was up, that he had heard her rustling through the pounding rain.

"Why was I covered in the thermal blanket?" Teyla asked, coming up behind John and placing her hand on his shoulder. He flinched, like he didn't expect it.

"You were freezing," he said simply.

"John, please, look at me."

He sighed, finally turning his head around. His hair was damp, slicked to his forehead. Teyla gasped slightly at the sight of his eyes. They were webbed over now; John couldn't see anything. His shining blue eyes had been consumed by white webs, like a spiders, never to be seen again.

"John, what has happened?"

He just shrugged, turning back to the rain.

"I don't know. It's not normal, that's for sure. It's just ... different. I can still see, but I can't ... it's strange. It's like I am seeing through movement, sound."

Teyla was a little surprised by this, but she didn't show it. Sitting beside John, she moved her hand from her shoulder.

"Let me take a look at your wounds," she said, feeling the effects of her own as her head began pounding from the contact with stone hours earlier.

"That's the strangest part of it all. I don't have any." John said, removing the bandages that Teyla had used to cover his cuts. The skin was fused back together. There were some scars, but besides that, everything seemed to have healed extremely fast.

"John, what is going on?" Teyla asked. She was scared. This was wrong, there was nothing to explain it. John shrugged, not answering. He wasn't acting like himself, he was different. Withdrawn, cold, reserved. Teyla was scared by it. Teyla rationalized it as best as she could. The fast healing had to be from the antibiotics mixing with the heavy infection in his system. But then why wasn't she healing so fast? Was it because she hadn't had the infection as long as John had? Or was John's fast healing from something entirely different. "What is happening?" Teyla repeated her earlier question.

"I don't know, but I want to find out."

And with that, John hoisted himself from the edge of the cave and walked away in the pouring rain. Teyla watched him go, knowing that there was nothing she could do to stop him.

John walked away. Not because he wanted to, but because he had to. He needed to get away for a while, work some things out. He knew why it was happening, but he couldn't say anything. John reached up, fingering the webbing that was covering his eyes. It was soft, smooth, like silk. Sighing, John continued to walk. Every sound pulsed, every movement shattered his senses. He was seeing through his senses. Side-stepping a large log as it blurred into his vision, John stuffed his hands into his drenched pockets.

John sat down on a log, watching as things blurred by his vision. It was like he was seeing everything through night vision, foggy night vision. Everything was wrong. They were supposed to be back on Atlantis, bugging Rodney about the amount of coffee he drank, or trying to fix something that Rodney had messed up. Just not this. God, not this.

Teyla moved to the back of the cave, wrapping her arms around her knees and trying to fight the cold. Her head pounded, blood still oozing through the bandage she had put on her head. She was starting to feel dizzy, her vision blacking out now and then. Everything seemed delayed, and she couldn't focus on anything. Finally giving into the blackness that tugged at her, Teyla leaned against the wall, wanting to escape this horrible place. To go somewhere only her dreams could bring her. To be free from pain.
John stood from his log and started walking again. Night was fast approaching, and he had to get back to safety quickly. The creatures were going to be out soon. Very soon. Quickening his pace, John began to run, jumping over objects not clear until he reached them, ducking under branches he didn't know existed. He couldn't see what color the sky was, but he knew that he had only minutes. He shouldn't have stayed out that long. He should have stayed with Teyla.

Reaching the cave, John jumped in, nearly slipping on the rock floor. He was soaked. His pants were heavy with water, and the rain fell down his face and bare chest. He gasped when he saw Teyla. She was bleeding through her bandage, and she had collapsed on the floor. Running over, John dropped to his knees beside her, shaking her. She wasn't waking up. She was dying, not sleeping. The effect from her hitting her head so hard must have been delayed.

John didn't know why, but he knew he could help. Placing both his hands on her chest, he closed his eyes, gathering all of his strength.

"God knows I'm not letting you die, not now, not when we've come so far..." John whispered, sucking in a deep breath as he felt his energy begin to drain from his body. He knew he wouldn't last long, but he had to try. He had to help Teyla. She had to live...

Soon, John could no longer hold on. He looked at Teyla's face. It seemed as though color had been returned to it, but he couldn't be sure. She was breathing better now, he did know what. Her stomach expanded with each breath she took in. She was going to be OK. He felt drained. Drained of energy, power, life. Dropping to the cave floor beside Teyla, he looked out into the falling rain. Each droplet looked like a light blue teardrop, falling from the sky, bestowing upon them the curse of death, but at the same time, the gift of hope. Hope to move on, to live another day, to love again.

Did you know that if your chest expands when you are breathing, you breathing is weaker than it is if your stomach expands? I learned that from a book. Anyway, that is why I put in that little bit at the end.

Well, there you have it! Oh, and for those of you who have seen the last Matrix, the way John is seeing is like Neo did when he became blind in the third one. But John's vision is blue, not orange.

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