Hi! Sorry for taking SO FREAKING LONG to update! Ahhh! The days just run away from you, huh? Anyway, this is the second to last chapter. Unless I make more ...

P.S. Sissy couldn't beta because I want to get this up right now. Please ignore spelling/grammar mistakes.

John ran. Faster than he could ever remember running in his life. They had to get away, away from Ronon, away from the fire. John had Nickolai in his arms, and he could hear Teyla beside him. Focusing his eyes on what lay ahead, John prayed that he could make out any objects before they ran into him. His vision was still limited to dark and light blue blurs. He was going off of pretty much nothing. Normally, he could see enough not to run into things, but the fire was making it harder and harder to see. That and how fast he was running. Turning his head, John looked just in time to see Ronon darting in and out of the trees.

John glanced over at Teyla. She was running slower than him, and had begun to fall behind. What was he going to do? He could carry Nickolai, but he couldn't help Teyla.

It was then that John noticed that the rain had let up completely. After nearly two weeks, it had stopped. For the first time in days, John felt hope. But he also felt worry. The rain was gone, and for some reason, the fire was burning fast; faster than any fire every encountered on Earth. It must have been something, trees, natural gases in the air, something that was making the fire burn so hot and long.

"It is the trees!" Teyla yelled, as if reading John's thoughts. "We had the same kind on Athos. We used them for burning, because they would burn hot, long, and spread even in the hardest of rains. In hours, this whole forest will be encased in fire!" Teyla called, the urgency in her voice clear, even through the loud crackling of the fire. John turned and looked behind him. They had gained on the fire; it was at least thirty yards behind them. But he couldn't see Ronon. He had to be near, but John couldn't concern himself with that now.

He had to get to the gate.

"Teyla, the rain has stopped, we have to get to the gate. Do you know which way it is?" John asked, slowing his run so he fell in step beside Teyla.

"Yes, I believe so. Follow me."

And they were off again. Night was fast approaching, and John feared that the rain would come with the dark. They had to hurry.

"I want to run!" Nickolai said, squirming in John's arms. John sighed, letting the child down, but still held onto his hand.

"Nickolai, would you like to come back to Atlantis with us?" John asked, picking Nickolai up under the arms as they cleared a very large fallen tree.

"Yup! Can I?" Nickolai asked, excited.

"Sure."

Twenty-five minutes later, they entered the clearing that led to the gate. He could see it. Just ahead ...

Ronon.

John gasped, instinctively putting Nickolai and Teyla behind him. Although John could not see it, Ronon smirked.

"I will kill them, and I will kill you."

And so it began. Ronon ran froward, making the first move by aiming a punch directed at John's face. John easily dodged, ducking out of the way, pulling Nickolai with him, for the child would have surely received the punch if he had not. Ronon continued to throw the punches, and John continued to dodge. Teyla soon joined in, attacking Ronon behind. She held her right hand around the wrist with her left, ramming her elbow into Ronon's neck. While Ronon was temporarily down, John ran to the DHD, dialing as Teyla held Ronon down.

"Nickolai, run through the gate and tell them to wait for us!" John yelled, hitting the final symbol and the large red button in the middle to activate the gate. Nickolai jumped from his position on the ground and ran through he gate just as Ronon threw Teyla off of him. She flew backward, sliding along the rocky ground before coming to a stop near the DHD.

"Teyla, go through!" John yelled, blocking another punch from Ronon.

"I cannot leave you!" She called back, trying to make it into a standing position. Her shirt was ripped up in the back, blood seeping through the small tares from the rocks. She was in no condition to fight.

"Please, I can do this on my own."

Ronon caught John in the stomach, making him fall to his knees. John gasped as blood began to flow from his mouth. He wiped it away,standing to his feet again and attacking Ronon.

John was about to attack when he suddenly saw Ronon coming for him again. He ducked only to realize that it had only been a mistake of his already messed up vision. Teyla was now on her feet, holding her arm, which had apparently also been hurt in the fight.

"Teyla, please go through!" John yelled again.

"No!"

"Teyla-"

John was caught off by Ronon slamming his elbow into his stomach again. John clutched his middle. Several ribs were broken, he knew that much. John gasped as he realized that what Ronon had done, was also what he had seen when his vision had messed up. He had seen it before it had happened. The last thing John saw before his vision blacked out completely was Ronon aiming for him again. What he didn't realize was that he was still conscious. His vision was just completely, truly gone.

Teyla, clutching her hurt arm, ran forward to help John. Though it hurt, she used her elbow to catch Ronon again in the neck. This time, it seemed to knock him out. Good, she had gotten the right spot.

"We have to go!" Teyla yelled, taking John's arm. She was yelling over the loud, screeching of the Ha'trock. They had come out for one last feeding before they went into hiding again, until the next rain.

"Should we leave him?" John asked weakly, wiping more blood from his mouth.

"We have to. John, please, we have to go," Teyla begged. John nodded, leaning on Teyla heavily as they ran toward the gate. John still couldn't see anything.

As they ran through the gate, the Ha'trock descended on Ronon. He was gone.

On the other side, Teyla was met with both a medical team, and Nickolai, who was wrapped in a thick blanket. John was immediately taken from Teyla's arms, loaded onto a stretcher. Teyla smiled slightly when she saw Dr. Weir and Rodney McKay running forward, wanting to know what had happened.

They were home.

Well, there you have it. I don't think this is the end, but if people want me too...

Sorry for the shortness, too, I had to end it here because I wanted the ext chapter to be completely on Atlantis.

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