Title: REUNIONS (Sequel to Behind the Mask)
Author: Kazavid
Chapter: 4/ 4
Series: Behind the Mask
Rating: NC/17
Pairing: Ronon Dex, Other
Archiving: None
Warnings: Sexual Content / Some Torture (Just to be safe)
Spoilers: None
Feedback: Yes
Disclaimer: Stargate Atlantis and its characters do not belong to me.
Summary: Carrying on from where 'Behind the Mask' finished. Ronon has a reunion with an old 'friend' while Lyssa becomes the innocent victim in between the two, and Sean is finally reunited with his sister.
REUNIONS
Chapter 4
As Ronon had said, Lyssa's wounds had stopped bleeding and where starting to close up. She managed to unhook her hands, from the hook, and fell to the floor. She felt a bit weak, but otherwise she felt alright. She got the small knife that she had secreted down her boot, between the laces, and began cutting the bonds. She took a while to cut through the bonds but she did it. She stood up, and felt a bit woozy, probably from the blood loss, and the hanging about on that hook thing.
She could hear voices, they were getting closer. All of a sudden, Michael ran through the door, taking no notice of her, he pressed a switch and then moved to the door, on the opposite side of the room. Lyssa, realised that Michael was running from Ronon and the others. He had led them here, deliberately, leading them in to the trap he had waiting for them.
She could hear Ronon on the other side of the door, she tried to shout for him not to open the door, but it was too late, the door opened, and the resulting explosion, caught her, Ronon, and even Michael, who hadn't been far enough ahead of Ronon to get out of the way.
Lyssa lay there dazed, her ears ringing, she wasn't sure what was hurting. She lifted her head up and saw Ronon and Michael moving, still conscious. She put her arm on the floor to push herself up with and cried out at the pain. At least it was her left arm, she thought. She didn't know if it was sprained or broken. She got up and went over to Ronon, who was just lifting his head up.
"Are you hurt?" She asked him, running her hand over his body to quickly see for herself.
"Ask me later when the pain stops." He winced. "Where's Michael?" He asked, jerking himself up to look around the room.
Michael was just starting to stand up, Ronon, forgetting about his injuries got himself up and ran at Michael. They fought each other, all Lyssa could do was watch, and wait. But Michael knocked Ronon back and fled from the room, Ronon chased after him, and Lyssa followed.
They where in the passageway, when the earth started to shake. Rocks and dust rained down on them. The ground beneath them started to crack, and move, they tried to get out of the way, but there was nowhere to go to. Suddenly, the whole of the ground beneath them gave way, and Ronon, Lyssa and Michael fell in to a huge cavern below. The blackness engulfed them, and the silence seemed to smother them. It was a while, before either of them moved. The fall and the rocks which had fallen on them had created even more injuries.
Lyssa was the first one up, her eyes had begun to adjust to the darkness and she could see Ronon, covered in rocks and dirt. She got most of the debris off him, and checked him over, again. She could feel a lump on his head, it was sticky, the blood oozing out. Then she ran her hand over his arms and legs, trying to feel for any broken bones, but there didn't seem to be any. Her left arm was killing her, but at least the rest of her seemed alright.
She heard a sound behind her, turning she saw Michael standing up, he looked at her, and then at Ronon, but he didn't move. He just turned away from them and started moving towards the tunnel. Something sprang out of the darkness and attacked him. It took him a few seconds to kill the creature, then he looked along the tunnel, where there were even more creatures. Lyssa tensed, Ronon was still unconscious, she looked at Michael, he was backing up away from the creatures, finally he was standing a few feet away from her, he looked at her then down at Ronon.
Two cat like creatures ran towards them Michael, tackled one, and Lyssa stood up and kicked the other one, it was back within seconds, attacking her. Then it went for Ronon, who was still unconscious, Lyssa managed to find Ronon's knife, as the creature came forward she plunged the knife into its chest, earning her a set of claw marks across her arm. She saw that Michael, had also killed the creature that had attacked him.
She noticed a small gap in the rocks behind her, the gap was narrow, could easily be defended. "Help me get Ronon back here." She asked Michael, who looked at her as if she were mad.
"You want me to help Ronon." He asked her incredulously.
"There doesn't seem to be any less of these creatures, so if you want to get out of here, we're going to need Ronon's help. Please." She asked, watched him hesitate, he grab hold of Ronon's arm and dragged him back in to the small recess.
"Thank you." she said.
"I don't suppose Ronon has his blaster with him."
"No that was knocked out of his hand when the explosion went off." she told him.
It took her over five minutes to rouse Ronon, he came to, groggily. His eyes squinting as he tried to peer through the darkness.
"Where are we?" He asked her.
"We fell in to some kind of cavern."
Ronon suddenly realised that Michael was standing nearby. He growled and pulled himself up, ignoring any pain he felt. He went to run at Michael, but Lyssa stood in front of him.
"Ronon, don't!" She shouted, pushing her hands against his chest, using all of her strength to
stop him from advancing towards Michael.
"I'll kill him." He screamed.
"Ronon, we need him, if we ever want to get out of here."
"We don't need him." He snarled, his muscles bunched beneath her hands, as she kept up the pressure on his chest.
"We do, look down there," She told him pointing down the passage where several creatures were advancing towards them, "You see those creatures, we need to keep them at bay, till we can find a way out of here, or Sheppard manages to find us. He's in the same position as us, he needs us just as much as we need him, now please, call a truce."
There wasn't time for anything as five creatures attacked them. Ronon had two of them on him, Michael had one and Lyssa was cornered by the other two. Lyssa managed to evade one of them, but the other one pounced on her and had her pinned to the ground, it's huge teeth ready to bit her neck. But it never had a chance to, as Michael kicked it away from her. Ronon looked over and saw what Michael did, grimacing, as he thought it should have been him protecting her not some Wraith, and certainly not Michael.
Michael grabbed her arm and pulled her up. Then they moved down the passageway, looking for some way out. Michael was in the front, Lyssa was behind him, and Ronon was at the back. Three creatures, which had been perched high on the rocks pounced on Michael, knocking him to the ground. Lyssa tried to kick one of them off, but it kept lashing out, clawing her leg. Ronon, came over, killed one of the creatures, then plunged his knife into another creature's neck, and the last one fled before anyone could kill it.
"That was for saving Lyssa before." Ronon said, looking down at Michael. Michael nodded and picked himself up off the floor.
It seemed to take forever to get out of the tunnel, but eventually, they managed it. Only to be met by Sheppard, and the others, who were just about to enter, and search for them. Ronon, Lyssa and Michael, all had various cuts, bruises, and claw marks, over them. Sheppard pointed his gun at Michael.
"Michael, nice to finally see you in the flesh, so to speak." Sheppard, remarked sarcastically.
"Colonel Sheppard."
"Well it seems the tables are turned now, doesn't it." Sheppard said, smiling at the predicament Michael was now in.
"Does it." Michael said, slyly. He looked over at Teyla, his eyes glaring at her.
Ronon, stood there, watching Sheppard hold his gun on Michael, he had no qualms about Sheppard shooting Michael, but he knew Lyssa wouldn't stand for it. He lowered his head, he really didn't want to let Michael go, not after what he'd done to Lyssa.
Lyssa, moved to stand in front of Michael, blocking Sheppard's aim.
"Lyssa, move out of the way." Sheppard told her.
"No."
"What the hell is going on, what happened back there?" Sheppard wanted to know.
"Oh my god, it's the Stockholm syndrome. She's fallen in love with him, she's actually
fallen in love with the guy, or Wraith, or whatever he is, even after he tried to kill her." McKay announced.
"McKay, what are you going on about?" Sheppard asked him.
"It's when hostages suddenly sympathise with their captors, have feeling for them, even fall in love with them."
"Don't be stupid. Ronon?" Sheppard said looking over at Ronon, but Ronon didn't say anything he just looked at Sheppard.
"What is going on, will someone tell me." Sheppard asked angry now.
"We had a truce, you can't kill him." Lyssa told him.
"The hell I can't. Now move out of the way." Sheppard snarled, angry, and confused.
"No. He's leaving and no one is going to stop him." She said, looking at Sheppard, then looking at Ronon, who had his head lowered. "Are they?" She added.
She backed up and told Michael to go
"Maybe there's hope for you humans, yet." Michael said to her, feeling something akin to like for her.
"That goes both ways, maybe there's hope for you." She told him.
"Maybe there is." He said looking at her, with that he turned and left.
Everyone, except for Ronon, just stood there and watched Michael walk away. Then Sheppard turned to Ronon.
"I can't wait to read the mission reports on this one." He remarked, still not knowing what the hell was going on. He looked straight at Ronon, as if expecting an answer but Ronon just grimaced and looked away.
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Back on Atlantis, Doctor Beckett dressed the various wounds, gave several shots and put Lyssa's arm in a cast, because she'd broken it. When they asked if they could leave, he told them.
"If I let you leave here, you have to promise me that you'll keep an eye on each other, and report any problems, headaches, nausea, or anything else which may indicate a problem."
"Oh I think they'll be keeping more than an eye on each other, Doc." Sheppard said, grinning.
"Fine you can go." Beckett told them.
When Ronon and Lyssa exited the room, McKay turned to Sheppard. "Aren't they going to grab something to eat, I mean it must be over six hours since we last ate. I am starving..."
"McKay, you're always starving."
"Seriously though, I think they should eat something"
"McKay, they have other things on their mind, and I don't food is one of them."
"What do you mean? Oh, yes, I mean..." McKay, finally got the hint, stammered, and flushed with embarrassment.
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Walking along the corridor to Ronon's room, he had his arm around her neck, holding her against his side, she had her arm around his waist, her other arm was in a sling.
"You do realise that the next time I see Michael, I'm going to kill him." Ronon told her, glancing down, as she looked up at him.
"Why do you hate him so much?"
"He's a Wraith." Ronon said straight off.
"Did you know him before you tried to change him in to a Human?" She asked.
"No."
"Don't you think he has a right to be angry, by what you tried to do to him. I mean you did take everything from him. I'm not trying to defend his actions, but he surely has a right to feel hatred and anger towards the people who experimented on him."
"I suppose you're right, I never actually looked at it that way before. But I'm still going to kill him the next time I see him."
"Fine, just don't do it while I'm with you."
"I won't."
They entered Ronon's room, Lyssa sat down on the chair, she felt so tired. Ronon immediately took his clothes off and fell on the bed, face down, Lyssa smiled, stood up and took her own clothes off and laid down beside him. She felt him shifting on the bed.
"I thought you were asleep." She remarked, rolling on her side, she placed her hand on his back, and began stroking her fingers across his skin.
"Don't do that." He asked her quietly.
"Why?" She asked.
"Because I'm trying to keep control."
"Why?"
"Why do you think?" He groaned, turning his head to the side, to look at her.
"I don't know."
"You have that many injuries, if I do what I want to do, I might hurt you." He told her.
"What about what I want to do to you?" She said, leaning over she put her mouth on his heated skin, kissing him. He growled and rolled over, on to his back.
"I'm all yours." He told her huskily.
"You'd better be." She managed to say, before her mouth dried up, at the sight of him laying there, naked, and aroused.
"Do you need some help?" He asked, smiling as she continued to look at him.
"With what?"
"Anything."
"No, not yet, I think I can handle it." She said saucily.
"I know you can handle it, I'm just wondering if you need any help."
"Maybe later."
She rested her left arm on his chest, and moved her right hand over his chest, stroking across his skin, she could feel his muscles clench beneath her palm, she slowly moved her hand down to his abdomen, then lower. Grasping his erection, she moved her hand along the length, caressing him, stroking back and forth, she could feel him squirming as the pleasure grew stronger.
He had his hand around her back, stroking along her spine, she shivered at the feel of his fingers lightly skimming over her skin, he moved his hand lower, grasped her buttock, then moved even lower, till she felt his fingers against her, felt his fingers sliding inside her. She wanted more than his fingers.
She moved to sit astride his hips, felt his erection nestled between her thighs, she reached down and took hold of him, raising herself up, she pushed his shaft back, positioned herself against him and immediately sank down, feeling her inner muscles parting to allow him access.
"Mm, so good." She groaned, shifting her hips against him, rotating them.
Ronon just laid there, his hands resting on the bed, watching her, when she shifted her hips against him, he groaned, as her muscles clenched and rippled against his shaft. He was dying to touch her, but he held back, waiting, letting her set the pace. She began rocking her hips, back and forth against him, he could feel her muscles tightening on him. As she built up the tempo, he noticed, every time she put both of her hands on his stomach, for leverage, she would cry out in pain, as her arm protested at any kind of pressure put on it.
"Are you alright." He asked.
"No, I need help." She admitted, frustrated at not being able to use her two hands.
"I did ask you, before."
"Yes, well I need help now. So help." She moaned.
Placing his hands on her hips, he pulled her down, and drove his hips up, sending his shaft deeper, he set the pace, driving against her, felt her meeting each thrust, shifting her hips, to create even more pressure. Slicking back and forth inside her, he felt her thighs tightening on his hips, felt her inner muscles clenching, held on to her as she arched her back, as the tremors ran through her. He quickened his thrusts, felt his body reaching, felt the pressure suddenly release as he exploded, spilling his seed inside her.
Lyssa dropped forward, resting on his chest, breathing deeply, and totally shattered.
"You are not leaving here again." Ronon told her.
"No."
"You're staying right here." He continued.
"Yes."
"Are you listening." He asked, lifting her head up to look at her, she was ever so compliant, he thought, not like her.
"Mm."
"And I'm still going to kill Michael when I see him." He told her firmly.
No response.
He lifted her head and saw that she was fast asleep. He was talking to himself, he realised. Wrapping his arms around her, he closed his eyes, and fell fast asleep.
THE END