A/N: So… I was told that I was horny because of the previous chapters of this thing. It was an unexpected review, as there are hundreds of authors who write full hardcore NC-17 fics and no one calls them horny. On the other hand as I ponder about it, I realize something. I don't really care… as long as it makes me write, which is what I need.
This was out of the blue, and I intended to give it an ending. The ending will be in the next chapter. I hope no one minds this little experiment.
Enjoy!
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Sorrow
I have tried to ask myself… why? I see no answer.
I lie on the floor and I don't even know if people know about me or what happened. I feel my chest tight, my breathing slows down… and this morning I was worried about what new trouble had caused Rodney or John… or even Ronon. But it had been all three what led me here.
It was a toy they said over the radio, something I had to see. I remember considering it, not really wanting to give in into their childish moments.
But Rodney attacked where he knew I would give in. He told me to take a break that he knew I wanted to see whatever they found. For that moment only I was weak, I did as he told me. Then I took a look at my paper filled desk, where my laptop was only seen because of the screen. Everything else was under a sea of clutter. Not really my style, but it's the end of the month and now I can't ignore the paperwork. But for that moment I did, and now I'm here alone and in pain.
I hear a sound and I wonder what they are doing… how are they doing… and if they're even alive.
A piercing pain goes through my head and now I notice that my left arm is numb. I feel my eyes moist as the pain subsides. Darkness is around me and all I can feel is sadness, because often it is on the most innocent moments that bad luck strikes.
I was in a good mood as I walked towards this room. They were on a newly explored area and a transport takes you so far. I was in the mood to give in into their jokes, their sometimes silly conversations and even the ever present sarcasm between John and Rodney. They managed to take me away from work and I was ready to join them in their childish ways.
That was until I walked through the door.
A bright red light blinded me and all I felt after that was being thrown back into a wall. Nothing more, nothing else.
There's more noise around, familiar noises that give me hope. In the wait for the noises to come closer I drift in and out of consciousness. I only get to notice it because I realize the pain in my body fades to the background.
I honestly don't know how much time has passed. An hour, a couple of minutes, a whole day… all I know is that every second feels like an eternity.
I open my eyes and light hits me. Once the sudden blindness goes away I hear voices around me. I see John's face, he has some scratches on his forehead and his arm is bleeding. I know he's saying my name, but that's it.
Voices… the voices are louder.
I can see Ronon now; the scratches on his left cheek are a palpable proof that no one was unscathed.
Ronon got closer to me, more than what John did. His face was set, it didn't betray any emotion, but still he seemed angry for some reason. I wanted to ask them if they were ok, about what happened. I wanted to know where Rodney was, but as Ronon placed an arm under my neck the last thing I saw was John's worry filled face.
Then the world went black.
TBC….
A/N: the ending for this will be the next chapter, then this thing will continue as originally planned.
