Disclaimer: I don't own "Stargate: Atlantis." I am in no way trying to make a profit off this story, I am merely writing it and posting for my and other people's enjoyment.
Synopsis: Ronon/Teyla. Very short, told from Ronon's third person POV. There is a risk to what they do every day, and now Teyla is paying the consequences.
Warnings: Character Death, violence
Spoilers: It's an AU, but we'll say "Runner" and "Sateda," just to be safe.
Dedication: To Dia and H.W. I am unbelievably blessed to have you both as friends. Thank you!
Author's notes: Yes, another fanfic with a character death. I was listening to "Anikan's Dark Deeds" on my "Star Wars: Revenge of the Sith" CD, and suddenly this came to mind. To me, Ronon can be a very dark, violent character, though we don't get to see that side of him too often, and I brought that side out of him in this fic. If you have the CD, I suggest listening to the song while you read this—I guarantee you that you'll get goosebumps, and it will help with the full effect of the fic. I know I got the chills, and I wrote it! Please enjoy, and please review!
He tried to breathe for her, sealing his mouth over hers and forcing air from his lungs into hers.
He tried to make her heart beat again, performing the natural moves of CPR as if on autopilot.
He tried to ignore the blood that stained his hands, his clothes, her clothes, the grass beneath them.
He tried to keep out the sounds of the battle raging around them: the gunfire, the howls, the yells, the unearthly battle cries of their enemy and the bloodthirsty words they spat at the Atlantians.
He tried to breathe more life into her while keeping what little she had left from seeping out.
He tried to save her, keep her from dying a death she didn't deserve a thousand lightyears from Atlantis, home, and safety.
He tried to keep her with him if only long enough to tell her how much he loved her.
He'd seen people die before, but this was different. This was her. It was happening to him all over again; the woman he loved was dying and he couldn't stop it.
He begged her to breathe again, to open her eyes and look at him just one more time though he knew she couldn't hear him or respond.
He still lost her in the end, holding her in his arms as stark, cold grief hit him.
He felt the rage rush through his veins like a hot, burning fire that fueled him into motion.
He forced dozens of pairs of lungs to cease their breathing motions in vicious revenge.
But, in the end, all he could do was cease breathing in the middle of a bloody battlefield.
A little dark for me, I know. But I was listening to that song, and this just came to me. Can't explain it, but this image just popped into my head and I couldn't get rid of it, so I just wrote it. Perhaps not the best of my work, but I think it's one of my top five "favorite goosebump giver" ones. I hope you enjoyed, and please review!