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Synopsis: Ronon/Teyla John/Elizabeth. They shared something similar, though they were quite different from each other.

Rating: K+

Warnings: Character Death (2), but nothing graphic

Pairings: Ronon/Teyla, John/Elizabeth, Ronon/Elizabeth friendship

Spoilers: None, it's a future fic and an AU

Title: Hollow

Author: fyd818

Dedication: To Dia and H.W. Thanks for your friendship and support; I could never do this without you.

Author's notes: I had this idea come to me at 3:30 in the morning and had to write it. I'm not sure what gave me the idea, but it just seemed so perfect. I hope you enjoy, and please review!

"Hollow"

by

fyd818

He was a warrior. He'd learned long ago that death was part of the bloody reality of war.

He'd been foolish enough to think that war would never steal away his wife.

She was Athosian, a strong and beautiful leader of her people and a warrior in her own way. Her spirit was strong; her eyes held inextinguishable fire and passion; she was always ready to fight.

But he'd never thought he'd have to carry home the dead body of his wife and bury her. Never thought he'd have to try to explain to their two-year-old daughter that she'd never see her mother again.

Never have to accept the reality that Teyla Emmagan was yet another name on a long list of casualties the war with the Wraith had began since the Wayfarers had come to Atlantis and began the long fight for seemingly unobtainable freedom.

He slumped to his knees next to Teyla's grave, a vast myriad of memories he'd made with her sliding through his mind, ending with the excruciatingly painful one of holding her limp, bloody body in his arms and begging her to open her eyes though he knew she'd never draw breath again.

There were many things he wished he'd said to her before she died, many other things he wished he never had, things snapped in a fleeting moment of anger. He wished he'd never hurt her with his words, wished he'd always been that little bit more understanding, wished it was he that had been killed instead of her.

He looked up at the sound of a soft footstep, surprised to see Doctor Elizabeth Weir standing there. He couldn't bring himself to feel shame at the tears that were trickling down his face; she had matching ones that stained her own.

They shared something similar, though they were quite different from each other. They had both lost someone they loved deeply; both had lost the one person who completed them, who was the other halves of their hearts.

He'd lost his wife; Doctor Weir, her husband. No doubt she was here to visit John Sheppard's grave.

He didn't have to say anything as he stood up. Elizabeth gazed steadily back at him with silent understanding, her hands resting over the slight bulge of her stomach, where a child rested and grew.

Teyla had died three months pregnant; John Sheppard had never even gotten to find out that his wife was two months pregnant with their first child.

Both had died in the bloody, endless battle that was still being waged out there in the vastness of the Pegasus galaxy, but Ronon Dex and Elizabeth Weir were still alive and had vowed to carry on the battle in the names of their fallen loved ones.

In this way, Teyla Emmagan and John Sheppard had indeed not died in vain.

END

Sorry for another character death fic, but this one just seemed so perfect for both Ronon and Elizabeth. I don't ship them, but I think that they could have something in common with each other if something like this happened. I hope you enjoyed, and please review!