Sorry it took so long to get this up! I had a bugger of a time writing it, I swear! Anyway, I hope you like it!

P.S. Thankies to my beta, Alaena Night! (Go poke her to write more on her story!)

John tried to sit up, propping himself up on his arms. They turned to jelly beneath him and Teyla only barely caught him before he hit the ground. Groaning, he turned to the side and threw up. Nickolai stuck his chocolate covered tongue out, closing his eyes. Teyla held John's head in her lap, brushing back the sweaty hair from his face. He was shivering, but Teyla knew it was from the cold.

"I don't feel so good..." John trailed off as he lurched to the side, throwing up again. When he finished, he settled back into his position on Teyla's lap.

"John, what did you do?"

"Threw up." John joked, trying to make light of the situation.

"John, please, tell me what you did," Teyla pleaded, looking at John's closed eyes. He still hadn't opened them since he had woken up.

"You were dying, I didn't have any other choice..." John was cut off as he threw up again. Teyla placed a hand on his forehead. It was slightly warmer than it was before. She knew that, in healing her, John had seriously weakened his immune system, making him more open to sickness. He could have caught a simple cold, and could die from it. John breathed in deeply, Teyla supporting him as he sat up. A violent cough shook his body as he entered an upright position. Finally, John opened his eyes, exposing the white webs covering the light blue orbs. Teyla helped John prop himself up against the wall before grabbing their bag and ruffling around inside it for a minute before pulling some medication out. She took two pills from the bottle and gave them to John.

"Here. These will help calm your stomach."

John took them with a shakey hand, placing them on his mouth and swallowing them with the water Teyla handed him.

"Thanks," he said, smiling a little.

"You are welcome." Teyla placed a hand on his arm, forcing a smile of her own. "John, you are very sick. We must ..."

"I'll be fine. Give me a few days and I can heal myself like I did you. This time it will be slower, though."

Coughing again, John laid back down on the floor, using the thermal blanket for a pillow. Nickolai grinned, plopping down beside John. He continued to pick at his chocolate as Teyla attended to the fire. All three were cast into a comfortable silence as they went about the morning. Finally, about ten minutes later, Teyla stood to her feet, knocking dust off her hands as she did.

"We need more firewood. I will be back soon," she announced, stepping out of the cave and into the rain. The sun was shinning through the trees, reflecting on the water droplets that hung from the trees. Teyla searched around for over an hour trying to find wood dry enough to burn. Finally, she had an armful; enough to keep the fire going for a few hours. Teyla was sloshing back through the mud when she felt a hand on her shoulder. Spinning around, she came face to face with Ronon.

"Where is she? It's freezing!" John complained, rubbing his hands up and down his arms. He was feeling much better, but he still felt very dizzy every time he sat up. The puking had stopped, but he was still queasy. Nickolai was sitting on the other side of the cave, the thermal blanket—which was turned off—wrapped tightly around him.

"I dunno. How long has it been?" Nickolai asked.

"About two hours. How long does it take to get firewood, anyway?" John said, leaning his head back on the jacket Teyla had given before leaving the cave. He was worried. No, more than worried. Teyla had been gone for hours, and Ronon was still out there. What if something had happened? Was she OK? John shifted on the hard ground, trying to find a position where rocks weren't digging in his back. Finally giving up, John sat up, ignoring a momentarily complete black-out. Finally, what little vision he had left cleared and John looked around the cave. He could make out the form of Nickolai, and the dying coals in the fire. The raindrops were small, blurry lines. They looked like they were falling from a TV screen, coming quickly and ending before you really had a chance to look at it.

Like life.

Pushing the thought out of his head, John stood to his feet in the small cave, using the wall to support him as he nearly fell to the ground. Taking a deep breath, John concentrated on finding his way around, careful not to walk in the hot coals. Reaching the door of the cave, John jumped out, landing softly in the mud. Nickolai followed behind him, but lingered at the door, not sure if he wanted to go out.

"Mister? Where are you going?"

"It's easier to see in the rain," John replied, looking around as everything came back into focus. It was blurry, and moved as if in slow motion, but John could see better in the rain than he could inside the cave. Scanning the immediate area with his eyes, John took a careful step forward, placing his foot down softly to make sure he didn't trip. Every detail, every scratch in the trees, shone a lighter blue than everything else.

Though his vision had been reduced to mere scratches and scrapes, John felt as if his eyes had only just been opened.

Teyla's scream was muffled as Ronon placed his hand around her mouth, his other wrapping tightly around her throat. She fought against him, but it was no use. He was much larger than her, and she was still recovering from nearly dying.

"Be a good girl, and stop trying to get away!" Ronon growled, grabbing Teyla's wrists and clamping them together with one hand, the other still keeping her from screaming. He then grabbed rope from his pockets, tying it tightly around Teyla's wrists.

"Let me go!" Teyla yelled, finally freeing her mouth from Ronon's hand. He just laughed, pulling the rope around her wrists even tighter. Ronon didn't reply. Instead, he began hauling Teyla away. He led her to a small cottage. It was about twenty square feet, and it looked as though it hadn't been used in over five years. This must be where Nickolai and his people lived, Teyla thought as she looked about her surroundings.

Ronon winced as he threw Teyla against the wall, the strength he had to use weighing in on his wound. He sat down on the floor, pulling his bloody shirt away from his stomach where he had been stabbed. Teyla winced. The cut had been smaller than she would have imagened it was. It was small, but it sure bled a lot. Ronon had used one of his two shirts as a bandage, pulling it tight around his wound. So far, it looked as though he had escaped infection.

"Thought I couldn't stand a little cut?" Ronon asked, smirking as he reapplied pressure to the wound.

"I—" Teyla started, but then cut herself off. She couldn't think of anything to say. Instead, she just sat back against the wall, trying to calm her breathing. What was Ronon going to do with her? Did he know where John was? Were they going to die?

"You know, the first time I came to this planet, I hated it. Constant rain, cold, those Godforsaken creatures-"

Teyla cut him off.

"Ha'trock."

"Oh, that's what they're called?"

Teyla nodded and Ronon continued talking.

"But now, I love this planet. I know it like the back of my hand. Every cave, crevice, even these stupid little houses, if you could call them that." He laughed, pulling out a knife and caressing it with his fingers. Teyla shuddered at the sight. What was he planning on doing with that knife? Her answer came sooner than she would have liked. Ronon finally pulled his eyes away from the knife. They settled on Teyla. He smirked.

"I finally have you, and now, I want to kill you."

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