FIC - Raven Hair and Ruby Lips (PG-13) 7/7
Title: Raven Hair and Ruby Lips
Author: Mira
Date: June 2006
Part: 7/7
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Ronon/OFC
Warnings:
Spoilers: None
Disclaimers: Stargate Atlantis characters do not belong to me; I have no money. Please don't sue.
Summary: Ronon encounters another Runner. He knows her but doesn’t know how? Could her secret be his undoing?
“I need a doctor in my quarters NOW!” Ronon shouted into his com.
He kneeled at Raven’s side where she’d fallen, held her head up and patted her cheek. “Raven. Wake up. Wake up,” he roared.
Dr. Beckett burst through the door, “What is it, son? What happened?”
“She fell where she stood. I don’t know what happened?”
Beckett eyed Ronon suspiciously as he knelt down by Raven and felt her neck for a pulse. “What’s she doin’ in here? Didja HIT her?”
Considering what Beckett had witnessed, these two love birds were beating each other raw in the gym almost every day. He’d repaired two of Ronon’s broken ribs in the past 2 months and Raven’s dislocated shoulder and now they’d turned their wrath on others. Beckett had a very surly Rodney sitting in his infirmary with a broken nose, droning on like an unscheduled gate activation alert.
“I did not hit her. One moment she was talking and the next she was a heap on the floor. I believe she fainted,” said Ronon; concern painting his eyebrows down closer to his nose.
Beckett opened his bag, removed a stethoscope and listened for her heartbeat. “It’s beatin’ like a rabbit ‘bout to be eaten by a snake. What’d you say to her, lad?”
Ronon bristled at the accusation. “I said nothing to her. I kissed her and then she seemed to have reme…”
“Ah, it’s clear now! Ya kissed her. I hear that’s ‘nough to make any lass faint dead away,” Beckett quipped. “She’s comin’ to. Raven, dear, can ya hear me?”
Raven slowly opened her eyes and moaned. “I know who he is,” she said.
Beckett felt her cheek for temperature, “Who, who is?”
“She was remembering things from her past BEFORE the Wraith,” Ronon continued. “She was about to tell me who the man in her dream was.” As he said this and afraid of what she might say, he moved to Raven’s other side and bent to lift her up.
Beckett whirled around to find a suitable place to put her and found the bed would suffice. “Over here, lad. Bring her here.”
Raven looked into Ronon’s eyes. There was clarity in them and strength. “I can sit up. I am ok,” she sighed. Resisting being placed on her back, she sat up and rubbed the back of her head.
Beckett hovered, “Didja bump your head, my dear. Let’s have a luk.”
Raven held up her hand in protest. “Really. It’s ok. I am fine. Don’t fuss over me.”
“Don’t fuss over ya? I’ve treated ya for two head lacerations, a mild concussion, and a dislocated shoulder. Now do ya THINK maybe I’ve got reason ta fuss?” Beckett huffed.
Dr. Beckett turned to Ronon with an accusing finger, “So did she faint because ya kissed her or because you tried to put her lights out. What’s she doin’ in here anyway? Ya wasn’t sappost to see her after ya nearly killed McKay.”
Ronon paced like a caged panther. “I SAID, I did not HIT her! She remembered something that disturbed her,” he growled. “my kiss was a catalyst for the memory.”
Raven looked up at Ronon and she swayed a little upon seeing his face again. “It IS you! The man drowning in my dream is you, Ronon. You died. And now here you stand. Alive and breathing.”
She put her face in her hands and rocked.
“I don’t understand.” Ronon came to her and knelt. He took her hands in his. “Raven, how is it that you think you know me? I don’t remember anything about drowning in a frozen lake 4 years ago. I was running. I was always running.”
Raven’s eyes glistening with tears. “It WAS you. I am certain. There was no lake. It was…we were running... You were wounded but you held my hand and I ran with you. The ice wall with the water beneath it was the…Stargate.”
She glanced around the room and squinted as if the events she was describing were there and he could see them too. “I thought they’d killed you. I had tripped on the step and let go of your hand. When I looked up, you were gone. But I think now you went through the gate just before me. Before I could step through, the event horizon had disappeared.”
Ronon searched his mind and suddenly the vision surfaced. He closed his eyes tightly when the pain of the memory overtook him as well. He took his head in his hands and flailed his head back and forth on his knees before her. He saw her there, painted on the back of his eyelids, just as she was then… The short black hair, the crimson lips, those piercing blue eyes so full of trust in him. How could he have forgotten? The rush of his own blood roared in his ears.
Raven continued, “There were Wraith darts everywhere. ” She looked at him - blurry from the tears in her eyes. “It was YOU!! You tried to save me. I kept your face in my heart as long as I could. Somehow I KNEW I would find you again. I knew it!”
Tears were now in Ronon’s eyes. He remembered. He remembered the young girl he had tried to save. He had also pushed this memory to the farthest reaches of his mind until it had ebbed away. How could he have let her hand slip? It was unforgivabl!.
“I remember!” he cried: his throat dry. “I dialed back but when I returned you were gone. Culled. I thought you were dead!” he said, anguish in his voice. “I gave you to the Wraith.” His eyes closed and then in a small whisper, he said, “Lanaya.”
Dr. Beckett shifted his weight. “Wow, that musta been SOME kiss.”
Raven looked up at the doctor distractedly. Ronon had spoken her name. Her real name. It was him. Her white knight. The one she’d dreamt about.
“It’s not your fault. It’s not your fault, my love. Your hand was slippery from your blood…you’d been stabbed.” She reached out to him.
Ronon stood up as the rage overtook him again, he lunged for a chair and threw it across the room with a roar. Dr. Beckett ducked and stepped back.
“I searched for you. I searched for a year.” Ronon remembered. Crossing the room back and forth as his memory burned its way back into his consciousness. “I kept coming back to that planet thinking you’d managed to hide, to escape. It took me another 2 years to push your face out of my mind.”
“Say my name again,” she whispered, staring straight ahead.
He stopped stalking around the room and dropped to his knees in front of her again. “Lanaya. Lanaya,” he repeated again and again. His voice caught in his throat as he choked back the tears. “I am sorry. I am SO sorry. I should have held on tighter. I should have…”
Beckett stood quietly listening to the exchange. He bent to collect his med bag and stepped back. He didn’t want to say anything and so he quietly slipped away. He went straight to Dr. Weir.
Ronon’s heart told him she needed to be gently held and caressed. She needed someone to love her and assure her that she was finally safe. But he wasn’t sure if she could ever trust him again. He reached out and held her face in his hands. Millions of words passed through his mind but none of them sufficed. It was simple. He had failed her.
“I want to make things right,” he choked.
“You need to stop that blind rage inside of you.”
“I let go of your hand. I GAVE you to the Wraith. I should be shot.”
“You should be as you are…brave, kind and good.”
He shook his head and tried to stand but she gently pushed him back down again by his shoulders. “As you kneel before me now, I want you to swear to me…” Raven placed her hands on his and brought them to her lips.
“I want you to swear to me that you’ll never leave me again…because when we’re not together…”
“…it’s unbearable,” he completed her sentence and then wrapped his arms around her, still kneeling there at her feet.
He laid there with his head in her lap for a long time. When he looked up, his cheeks wet with tears, he said, “Can you ever forgive me?”
She took his face in both of her hands and looked directly into his beautiful green eyes, “That won’t be the hard part.”
“What will be MUCH more difficult…” she continued, “…is being able to look at you for a moment longer without feeling you move inside of me.” she said; her voice full of love.
He shuddered and shut his eyes. “Lanaya. I swear to you that I will NEVER let go of your hand again.”
They kissed. The hunger was still there and soon they were undressing, touching and kissing again. “Your family.” Ronon said suddenly.
Lanaya placed her head against his shoulder. “I don’t believe they are still alive. But, I still have hope. I found you again, didn’t I?”
Ronon nodded and pulled her down on the bed next to him…..
Their love making was tender and slow; completely unlike their sparring. Ronon must have planted her whole body with kisses. Lanaya was the Satedan soil incarnate. He gently laid his seeds and grew his roots within her. He didn’t feel the insane urge to stab himself into her anymore. Instead, he finally felt peace. He was there, in that center of quiet Rodney had babbled on about. There was nowhere to run because…. in her arms, he was home.
*******
“Do you remember the first time we kissed?” Lanaya was laying naked in Ronon’s arms.
Ronon gave her a wicked smile, “It’s a bit fuzzy. I can’t quite recall.”
She smacked his chest playfully and rolled on top of him, “We had just finished washing the dishes in my father’s house. My parents were out for a walk. We were alone. You were helping me put them away when you took the dish towel and wrapped it around my waste.”
He grinned and brought a finger to his temple in mock confusion, “Ummm. Let me think...” This got him another smack.
“And do you remember what you said?” Lanaya outlined his eyebrows with her finger and then ran it down his nose.
He nipped at the finger as it came close to his mouth.
“Yes, of course. THAT I do remember. I said, ‘your lips will be my undoing.’”
He shifted her weight, lifted her up and pierced her through with his manhood. She gasped and whispered, “do you still think that?”
He began to move beneath her slowly. “No. Now, I believe you are a witch and you simply put a spell on me.”
Lanaya moaned at the pleasure of his body and began to ride him in earnest. Ronon watched her move. She was certainly spell-binding. He didn’t deserve her and counted himself lucky just to be allowed to see the moon in her eyes this night and for many nights to come. Forever.
FIN.
I dedicate this story to the Eagles and their song, “Witchy Woman” and also to Shayz, who’s my inspiration.