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Rating: K

Pairing: Ronon/Teyla

Spoilers: Runner


When I was Eight

Dia.Dahling


When I was eight, I dreamed of a knight in shining armor. One who would ride in on a white horse and sweep me away. We'd gallop through the forest to his castle, where he would keep me safe from harm. Foes had no chance against his blade as he smote any attackers who dare approached me. Then, at the end of the day, he would pledge his life to protecting me.

When I was twelve, I imagined a warrior. Someone who would respect me as a fighter, and battle by my side. We would spend every day defeating our enemies, and grow to be revered by all who knew us. Our fame would spread through the galaxy: the couple who conquered the Wraith.

When I was fifteen, I wanted a leader. I dreamed of a strong man who held the hearts of many. Nights were spent by me staring at the ceiling of my tent, thinking of someone whose only goal was to come home and wrap me in his arms when night cast her beautiful spell. My heart longed for someone to spend the rest of my life loving as we led people to victory – together.

When I was eighteen, I sought a stranger. I wanted someone mysterious and passionate; someone who could woo me wholly and undeniably. My thoughts were constantly consumed with the idea of a masked man, coming in the middle of the night to steal me away. I craved someone bold, strong, and loving; someone that would rather fight his whole life than stay in one place. But, at the same time, a man that would want to stay with me forever, no matter where we lived.

When I was twenty-two, I gave up on every dream I'd ever had. It was then I realized I existed to lead my people, and nothing more. My heart belonged with my people, and there it would stay for the rest of my days. I stopped believing in knights, warriors, leaders, or strangers. I almost stopped believing in love altogether. My heart became numb to romance as my life turned to my higher purpose. Strangely, though, I was okay with this sad turn of events. The longer I left my dreams abandoned, the more distant and pointless they seemed. Then, over time, they became useless to me. I forgot them altogether.

When I was twenty-four, everything changed. Those dust-covered dreams reappeared without warning. And, in that gust, I wondered how I ever lived without them. I realized everything I'd taught myself over the past two years was false. Everything I'd ever dreamed of was just within my grasp. Because, at that moment, I saw you.

When I was twenty-four, I woke up in a cave with my hands tied. And that was when I saw the stranger. I saw a man who'd seen more than I had, or ever could, imagine. I saw a leader, one that could command many with skill and strength. Those deep, hypnotic eyes held thoughts and memories of a warrior who lived by passion. And then, when those perfectly shaped lips parted to speak, I heard the voice of a knight. I see someone who longs to save someone; more than he longed to be rescued himself.

When I was twenty-four years old – after I'd long given up on love – I found you. I hadn't thought it possible to find a man so perfect, as if he'd been created just for me. I'd even forgotten those dreams from a lifetime ago – dreams the Ancestors had to have heard, because they sent the man who starred in all of them – I just hadn't known it.

But the moment he looked into my eyes, I knew every single one of them was about to come true.

When I was twenty-four, I met Ronon Dex. And I'll never be the same again.

-The End-