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A/N: I am sooooo sorry for waiting so long to update, I had writers block but I'm getting over it so here is the next chapter. I was so amazed by the reviews I gave replies to the ones down below. Thanks so much.

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Sabi2: Here it is.

Chapter 3: Tender Flames

Neither of them ever regretted the decision to join together. Oh they may say they did whenever they had a disagreement like which planet to run to next or whose turn was it to hunt. But they both silently agreed that staying together helped them in more ways than the fact that they were harder to catch. It helped that there was someone else there to listen to their troubles and now despair didn't take over their minds as much as it used to.

But it still did, life was still hard even if they were sharing the load with another person.

Teyla remembered such a time where despair had taken root in Ronon. She had come back to their camp after washing in the nearby creek. His back was to her but when she drew near she saw that his weapon was in is hand and he was toying with it in a way that she only knew to well, when her own weapons began to look very friendly.

He knew she was there, "Do you ever think about ending it?" He asked still not looking at her.

"Sometimes," She admitted still behind him.

"What's stopped you?" He asked the weapon still in his hand.

"What my father said," She told him, "The Ancestors wouldn't give life unless it was worth living." She walked up to him slowly and put her arms around him holding him tight, "Even this life means something." She whispered but she didn't let him go even when the weapon he was holding dropped to the ground. They had stayed that way for awhile holding on to each other as if they were braving a storm.

Teyla remembered a lot of things, the wonderful moments, the terrible moments, the times Ronon made her want to scream. What she didn't know was how they got into this situation.

Teyla looked around their camp, everything seemed in order except for one thing, Ronon wasn't there.

Fear was sinking into her heart when she followed his footsteps in the dirt. They had parted ways for a moment only to take care of personal things, it should only have taken a few minutes so where was he now?

She saw a place where his footsteps were leading back to the camp but she saw that the stopped. From the broken branches and torn leaves she saw that there had been a fight. Looking around the foliage she saw evidence of other people, an ambush set up to capture both of them are just him? She didn't know but she also knew that there was no way this was done by the Wraith.

She followed the tracks left by the people who had Ronon; she thanked Ronon silently for his insight in teaching her how to track. She knew that her only chance of finding him was to use those skills he had taught her.

She finally came upon a small village with people bustling about. From what Teyla could see it wasn't unlike any of the other villages she had seen, with barns that contained hay for animals and small houses where families lived.

What was different was that in the middle of the town she saw a shrine, a shrine that sent a chill down her spine. These people worshiped the Wraith!

It became clear why they had taken Ronon, how they knew he was a runner she had no idea but if they knew about Ronon chances were they knew about her as well.

She studied the town silently looking over the buildings trying to assess where they were keeping Ronon. It didn't take long, only one of the buildings was guarded, they might as well put up a sign saying 'we are keeping him here.'

She pondered relentlessly about what to do, not saving him wasn't an option but she had to figure out some way to distract the guards. Her eye fell on the barns and a smile graced her face, she knew what to do.

Making her way to the town silently in the shadows of the buildings, praying no one saw her she mad her way into one of the barns. Climbing into the loft that was filled to the brim with dry hay she pulled out her fire starter. A red beam streaked its way to the hay and it didn't take long for the flames to start.

She blew onto the fire in order to make it burn faster then quick and silent raced out of the barn. Hiding behind the building she was certain contained Ronon she waited holding her breath issuing a silent prayer to the Ancestors to let her plan work.

Soon she heard the sounds of people shouting and running, she heard the guards leave their post in order to help out the fire. Since everyone's attention was on the flames licking from the building, they didn't see Teyla softly making her way in.

She saw him in makeshift cell his eyes closed, meditating, planning, praying? She didn't know but she breathed a sigh of relief seeing him alive. Not that she was going to let him know she had been worried about him.

"I would have expected more out of you," She told him grinning mischievously, "Truly how many did it take to bring you down?"

He opened his eyes and grinned at her, "A lot more than it would take for them to capture you."

"Oh," She said in feigned hurt, "I have it half in mind to leave you here."

He just smiled at her jesting, "You won't do that Alyne."

When she heard that name again an idea took root, she took up his gun which had been discarded with his other weapons near the cell, "I can and I will, unless you tell me what Alyne means."

He only smiled wider, "I'm not going to do that, I know you're going to let me out anyways, you're too kind hearted."

She grimaced because he was right and deftly used his weapon to shoot the lock off of the cell, "You are going to have to tell me what it means some day."

"No I don't" was his reply, "let's just leave, I don't plan on staying here any longer."

When they were outside he saw the villagers all crowded around at one side of the town, "What did you do?" He asked.

"I set one of the barns on fire." She replied simply.

He looked at her almost admirably, "You? You do realize that could have killed someone." He couldn't believe she would do something so reckless; she was always the one telling him to save lives rather then destroy them.

She rolled her eyes, "Next time I'll be certain that someone is you." She glanced at the villagers one last time, "Quickly before they see us."

Ronon was exhausted by the time they made it to another planet, this one Ronon knew pretty well. He knew they wouldn't be able to stay long due to the fact that the sunlight here could make people sick, but that also meant no one was going to be there and they needed seclusion right now.

They set their things down in the cave, while Teyla started a fire he began to take off some of his extra clothing, careful to hide the pain from the wounds the Wraith worshippers had inflicted.

Apparently not careful enough, he saw that Teyla was looking at him concerned, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," he told her.

"I'll be the judge of that." She said, "Where does it hurt?"

"I told you I'm…" But she interrupted.

"Will you stop being a typical male and admit that you are in pain," She said exasperated, "You might believe it to be brave to die from an infected wound, I find it foolish." She chastised him, "Now take off your shirt."

The first thing he thought of was to send her a biting remark for being so forceful, the second thing was to tease her for her last comment about taking off his shirt. But he decided against it when he saw that she was in a terrible mood and would probably make him pay in ways he didn't want to think about.

She inspected the cuts and abrasions on his body, silently cursing the ones who had done this. "And you were pretending that this didn't hurt?" She asked fingering a wound that was made by a blade. "How many of them were there for them to cause this?"

"Actually that was made after they captured me," He heard her intake of breath at her shock, "I was their captive not their guest." He explained.

She didn't say anything, just took some dried leaves from her bag and mixed them with water, stirring it into a paste. She began to apply it to the wounds, she felt him stiffen when she touched him.

"Now you admit you're in pain?" She teased not expecting an answer.

He didn't reply but she was wrong, it wasn't the pain that made him tense it was the contact of her fingers on his skin that heightened his senses. He felt the tenderness of her fingers, her soft hair brushing against his back when she leaned down to get more paste. The thought of her hands on other parts of his body, was barely able to control the groan that came from his throat at that thought.

Suddenly she was against him way to close, he felt the curves of her body as her breasts pressed against his back, her hands still touching his skin. She was leaning in close as she whispered, "Is this better?"

Feeling her warm breath on his skin, she was so close he smelt the sweat from her skin, the muskiness of her hair, and the scent that only belonged to her. Red hot blood flowed through his veins when she did this and he jumped.

Startled she leaned back, "Are you alright?"

"I'm fine," he told her his hands shaking as he tried to control his desire to pounce on her and take her here and now on the dirt floor.

"Are you sure because you…" She began.

"I said I'm fine!" He bit out his voice raised. He calmed down a little when he saw the hurt in her eyes, "just go to sleep, I'll be up for awhile."

She looked like she wanted to say something more but decided against it. He watched as she settled down for the night.

He felt guilty for his tone earlier but didn't she know what she did to him? It was hard watching her day after day and when she was so close it was harder for him to control his desire for her. Desire, that wasn't the correct word for what he felt, he decided. Truthfully what did he feel for her? He admired her strength and bravery; he had yet to see another who surpassed her in beauty, he loved her company and to be with her everyday.

But that was the problem, being with her everyday was slowly but surely tearing down the wall he had put up between all emotions except hate, hate that had begun to dissipate after meeting her. Leaving her was not an option; the thought of not seeing her always gave an ache in his heart. But it didn't solve the problem he had, it was getting harder and harder to forget that he was a man and she was a beautiful woman.

He began to wonder how long his control would last.

A/N: What did you think? I would also like you to answer questions of mine, do any of you have any ideas for this story, anything that has just drifted through you mind and thought I hope this happens? And also I would like to hear your thought on the idea of Teyla and Ronon sleeping together in this story I'm debating whether or not to do that.