A Shattering by jewel_of_athos
Summary: His failure to find her had created something terrible... a shattering. AU.
Categories: Ship Pairings > Ronon Dex/Teyla Emmagan Characters: Original Character, Other, Ronon Dex, Teyla Emmagan
Genres: Angst, AU - Alternate Universe, Drama, Hurt Comfort, Romance
Warnings: Character death
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 2 Completed: Yes Word count: 1909 Read: 4279 Published: 11 Apr 2009 Updated: 13 Apr 2009
Story Notes:
Also posted on FFN.
A Shattering by jewel_of_athos
Author's Notes:
Author's Note: Because I had to get this out...

Sorry it's so dark(hence the rating).

The song lyrics at the beginning are by BarlowGirl
One More Round

So take me one more round

I'll just keep fighting

One more round

You're messing me up but I'm still here

One more round

I'll come out swinging

One more round,

I'm telling you now I'm not gonna lose it


He had torn her out of his arms and dragged her away from him, more bodies blocking her view of him but nothing being able to stop her ears from hearing his screams for her, vowing to go to the ends of eternity to get her back. She had kept those words in her heart through all of the torture that she was put through; holding onto the hope that he was going to come for her...

Teyla cried out in pain as her captor struck her. She had held out for as long as she could, keeping her voice stubbornly locked inside her; but this last strike had re-opened a deep gash in the side of her face, and flipped her halfway around, until she tripped over herself and fell to the ground. She heard him laugh triumphantly as she screamed out in pain; he had broken her. He knew by her tears that he had won; she had no will left to fight.

In her desperation and pain, as she crawled away, she sobbed the name of the one man that she knew would always be able to hear her; her guardian angel. She said his name again and again, hating that her captor could hear his perfect name, but at the same time hoping that he would fear him, fear the man who was coming to rescue her, and take her out of this place.

"Ronon!" she sobbed. "Ronon!" and for a moment her captor did indeed look afraid; he had heard that name before, and he knew the punishment that would come to him if he could somehow hear his love across the stars, and come to her. He seemed to think that the utterance of his name would bring him. But when Teyla continued to cry and Ronon did not come, he grinned, malice in his glare.

"It seems that your love does not care much for you anymore, either," he said, kneeling before her and turning her chin to face him. Teyla jerked at his touch, still brokenly whispering Ronon's name. But her captor still laughed, and Ronon did not come.

Teyla felt her heart shatter.


He had tried to hold onto her, he had tried so hard; but it hadn't helped. They had torn her brutally from his arms and taken her away from him; he could hear her screaming his name, screaming for help; but there was nothing that he could do about it. He called back to her, promising to come for her; but too many arms held him back, and too many weapons beat at him until he was forced to fall to the ground.

He had forced his body to get up, and he had followed them to the gate. But by the time he had reached the gate, they were long gone. He had rushed to the DHD and tried in vain to figure out which symbols they had dialed; but it was to no avail. He screamed out her name defiantly, vowing again that he would find her, no matter what it took.

He didn't have Teyla's gift, her extra sense; but through some mystery of their relationship, they had started to develop a sense of each other. It was not as invading, not as violating as her gift to read wraith minds. But whenever one was near, the other would know. Whatever they were feeling, the other would feel it too. And right now, Ronon was feeling her, as acute and clear as if she was standing beside him. He felt her pain, he felt her cry out to him, and in a desperate attempt to find her he went to the DHD and let her sense guide him, give him an address. He dialed, and stepped through the gate, repeating his vow again that he was going to find her, even if it killed him.

He searched for days, but was always just one step too many behind her. And then, one day, he felt her scream. He heard her call his name, and he instantly felt something inside his chest tear. He felt like there were slivers of glass driving through his body. After it faded, he could still feel her; but there was something wrong. He wasn't sure how he knew, or how it was possible, but he was sure that her heart had just broken. And he realized that the same thing had happened to him. His failure to find her had created something terrible.

A shattering.
End Notes:
I was in a really bad mood, and I had to get this out...
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