Stand in the Rain
She won't make a sound,
Alone in this fight with herself
And the fears whispering
If she stands, she'll fall down
She wants to be found,
The only way out is through everything
She's running from
Wants to give up, and lie down
Teyla sat curled up in a corner of her cell, crying silently. In her mind she laughed bitterly at herself; this was the one place that she had never expected herself to be. She had never thought that her heart could break more than it had the day that she'd lost her father; she'd never thought that she would shatter. And the thing was that she'd known that Ronon wasn't coming. He hadn't been able to find her in time; it wasn't his fault, but she knew he couldn't do it. And yet she'd called for him anyways, knowing that her heart would break. She was suddenly afraid that he was dead.
"I'm not," he was suddenly standing before her. Se gasped, wondering if it was really him, or if she was just imagining it? "You can still feel me, right?"
"Then why didn't you come?" she asked tearfully.
"Teyla, I tried! I'm trying to follow your sense, but I can't find you!"
"Ronon..." she reached out tentatively, trying to touch him but afraid that he wouldn't be real.
Suddenly, to door to her cell smashed opened, and Teyla jerked her hand back, curling back into her defensive position.
"Help me," she pleaded Ronon desperately. "Fight them." he looked at her sadly, becoming transparent; and she knew that he was nothing more than a hallucination.
"I can't," he whispered, tears in his eyes. A second later her captor charged through the apparition, and he vanished.
He dragged Teyla to her feet and kissed her roughly, hoping for a reaction; but she was to tired to even fight back anymore. But that seemed to anger him even more, and he released her and backhanded her as hard as he could. She crashed into the wall, hit her head, and fell down and lay still. She could feel him standing over her, but was beyond caring what he did to her now.
Suddenly, a larger shadow fell over her, and a wild scream ripped through the air as the sounds of a fight roused her slightly. She managed to shift her head, and opened her eyes a bit. To her amazement she saw him, bloody and bruised and fighting her captor. Ronon!
He'd followed her sense, gathering the shards of her broken heart and biding them to his, hoping that he would not be to late to help her put them back together again.
He still didn't know what he was thinking of things this way, but he knew that he was right. And he knew that he had to hurry; he could feel her losing hope, getting weaker, giving up. And then a stoke of luck.
He stepped through the gate, and knew immediately that she was there. his broken heart instantly leaped with joy, a tiny piece restored.
From there it was easy. He found a trap door that he could feel her on, and he climbed through it. It lead him into a maze of tunnels that should have been hard to navigate; but he could feel her there, and he passed through the halls like he had walked them all his life.
Suddenly, almost enough to make him cry out, he felt pain roll out of her in a scalding wave. He raced towards her, and fury took over when he saw her captor standing over her broken body. He screamed with rage; she was dead! He could feel nothing but hatred for the one who had done this to her. He grabbed the man and started to beat him; he put up a good fight, but he was no match for Ronon, and they both knew it. Ronon could feel adrenaline fueling his rage. He didn't even see Teyla move, look at him, smile very slightly. He didn't hear her whisper his name.
He didn't see the guard standing in the doorway with a gun, to rescue his master.
Suddenly, Teyla leaped up, seeing the guard's finger tighten in the trigger. With her last strength she slammed into Ronon and shoved him away, just as the gunshot rang out.
Ronon saw her leap up, felt himself falling as she pushed him away, and saw her stagger back as the bullet entered her body. Instantly oblivious to their enemies--- the guard was ignoring them too, and went to check on his boss--- he caught her body as she fell, and knelt with her, smoothing back her hair and looking into her beautiful eyes.
"You did come for me," she whispered, blood bubbling from her lips. Frantically, Ronon poured his strength into her, trying to save her and join their broken hearts together in an effort to make them both whole again. But it wasn't enough.
He saw that radiant smile curve her lips one last time, as her bright eyes started to dim. She reached up with one trembling hand to touch his face.
"Ronon..." she spoke his name tenderly. "I love you... Ronon..." she died with his name on her lips, drowned by her own blood pooling in her lungs. Her hand fell, her chest stopped rising, and her eyes darkened as her head rolled limply to the side.
Ronon kissed her dead lips softly, and laid her on the ground. With a great cry he leaped up, suddenly remembering her captors, her murderers... and felt a bullet enter his body too. Ronon touched the wound on his side, smiling grimly at the blood staining his fingers.
With more strength powering him than he'd even known that he could possess, he attacked them with his bare hands. Hatred and revenge fueled his body for one final battle, in her honor. Within moments it was over, and Ronon knew that his time was up too. Stumbling to his knees and giving no more heed to their dead enemies, her picked up Teyla's dead body and laid her out tenderly. Then he laid down beside her and took one hand in his. With the other hand he turned her head towards him and stroked her soft hair gently. He felt the adrenaline leaving his body, and it grew harder to breath. He leaned in, and for the last time, kissed her soft, perfect lips that tasted like blood instead of honey, and spoke her name.
"I love you, Teyla Emmagan." Then, he joined her in death.
Summary: His failure to find her had created something terrible... a shattering. AU.