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Chapter 13
"Wow. I never thought I'd say these words out loud," John said muffled from under the gurney. "What is it?" Teyla asked craning her neck.
"I wish Rodney was here."
Teyla could not help but smile.
She turned to look at Ronon and his prisoner."Ronon? What is wrong?" she questioned as she saw a strange look upon his face. Ronon approached her slowly, dragging Ezekiel's body behind him like a rag doll.
Ronon stood over her, gazing at her, and reached with his hand to lightly graze her fingers. She looked at him, first smiling, glad for the comforting gesture but then confused by the deep longing glow in his eyes.
"Alright, I think I got this thing figured out. Better get that freaky nut job over here to look at—" John started as he raised his head above the gurney. He stopped when he saw Ronon standing over Teyla with that look in his eyes that John knew all too well.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?! " John started, his voice crass.
Teyla stared at them, confused and alarmed. Ronon removed his hand from hers and leaned menacingly over her into John's angry face.
"What is going on? John? Ronon?" Teyla implored them.
"IDIOTS!" Ezekiel answered. He was standing, a free man, behind Ronon. In his jealousy and rage, Ronon had unknowingly released his grasp on him.
Ronon spun in horror, realizing he had liberated Ezekiel in his weak moment. Ezekiel held up a large rusty hook he had gathered from the floor and raised it high above his head and shrieked loudly, flying at Teyla full speed. She held her breath in fear as the rusty hook began to plummet down towards her face.
John flung himself atop her, taking the blow hard into his chest and cried out in pain as Ezekiel squealed in delight when he cut through his flesh. The hook stuck out of John, embedded deep, and blood started to ooze from the wound.
"JOHN!" Teyla cried.
Ronon finally regained himself; he swept down pulling the knife roughly from Claude's inert head and jammed in deep into Ezekiel's neck, blood squirting instantly. Ezekiel stood, an eerie smile plastered upon his face and his body quivered and slunk to the floor.
John coughed and sputtered turning to Teyla his face inches from hers as he bled upon her. "I'm….fine….." he whispered holding his chest. "John……" she spoke barely audible, tears filling in her eyes.
Ronon was beside himself. He knew no apologies in the world would make up for his mistakes this day.
John managed to slump to the floor and talk Ronon through the disarming process. The two of them barely made eye contact and Ronon was glad for it.
When he returned to Atlantis and a semblance of normalcy was regained he found himself sitting on the window bench in the training room staring out into the blue sky, recalling all that had happened.
John cleared his throat and Ronon turned to look at him, a sorrowful look in his eye.
"Are you alright?" John asked.
"I should be asking you that," he answered, looking at the sling on John's arm.
"Ahh, it's nothing really," John said playing it down.
"Sheppard, I—"
"Before you say anything there's something I want to get off my chest, Ronon. Um….I just wanted to thank you… for making me realize something while we were in that place. You were right. I do have to think everything through and I have this obsessive need to always have a plan. Which works out…well, most of the time anyways…..but in one case, in the case of….Teyla…..well, it's just not gonna work." He cleared his throat uncomfortably and continued.
"I'm gonna talk to her tonight and tell her how I feel, like I should have done a long time ago. And knowing how….well, how you feel about her, I thought it was only right for you to know." John searched Ronon, waiting for a response.
Ronon turned back, looking out to the sky for a moment. Then he sighed heavily to himself and rose, walking to John. He clapped his hand on John's shoulder and spoke, trying to smile. "Don't be nervous, Sheppard, she feels the same way about you," and he walked out of the training room.
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In a dark room somewhere, a voice could barely be heard engulfed in shadow. It croaked, "Oh me….oh my…….."