FALLING BY rhymer23 [LFWS #1 ROUND 7]
Title: Falling
Author: rhymer23
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Stargate belongs to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios Inc., no infringements of any rights is intended.
Spoilers: Set shortly after Broken Ties, and includes spoilers for that episode and for Search and Rescue
Prompt for the Round: Write a whump fic using Ronon with the team (any or all). Ronon POV. No other characters.
FALLING by rhymer23
Blood fell down upon him like rain.
"Let go," Ronon begged.
"No."
"Sheppard, let go of me."
"No." The word was a strangled gasp; the expression in Sheppard's eyes was anything but.
"Sheppard…!" Ronon was hanging by one arm, the other one useless at his side. Wind tore at his clothes. Hail gouged seams in his face, and the broken bridge sagged ever lower.
"No, buddy." It was just a breath now, fainter than the wind.
Frayed ropes strained above him. Far below, jagged rocks rose from a mass of spray. It would be a quick death - falling, falling; a quick burst of pain, and then nothing.
Sheppard's hands gripped his wrist like a fiery manacle. Through a hole in the rotting bridge, Ronon could see the arrow in Sheppard's side twisting and grating with every quiver of his straining muscles.
"No," Ronon gasped, "no," and he was dangling over the edge, poised on the brink of the precipice, as blazing, soul-consuming, mind-destroying addiction dragged him into a pit that had no end. Tyre and the others had gone before him, and Ronon had tried to stop himself falling, tried not to fall into the precipice, but…
"Ronon," Sheppard rasped, "I'm not… letting… go."
Ronon shook his head. "You have to." You can't save everyone. He moistened his lips, tasting blood. It's been a pleasure. But that suited death side by side with a comrade, standing firm against the enemy. This was…
Falling. Falling. He couldn't keep himself from falling.
His right arm was broken, but he could still grip a knife. He brought it up slowly, screaming as he did so. Blood soaked their clasped hands, and Sheppard's grip was slipping, slipping… "I'm sorry," Ronon said. Dark light glinted on the blade.
"Don't be," Sheppard breathed, and then he let go.
Ronon fell.
He jarred to rest on hard metal hovering barely yards below him. Teyla grabbed him, trying to haul him into the jumper, but Ronon was already pulling away, back to the hail-scoured brink of the open hatch.
When Sheppard came tumbling down, it was Ronon who caught him, wrapping him in his screaming, blood-stained arms, easing him towards the warmth of his team. You fell, yes, Sheppard's eyes said, as his fist grasped Ronon's coat with an unyielding grip, but we're here to catch you. We always will be.
And it was true, of course.
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Author: rhymer23
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Stargate belongs to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios Inc., no infringements of any rights is intended.
Spoilers: Set shortly after Broken Ties, and includes spoilers for that episode and for Search and Rescue
Prompt for the Round: Write a whump fic using Ronon with the team (any or all). Ronon POV. No other characters.
FALLING by rhymer23
Blood fell down upon him like rain.
"Let go," Ronon begged.
"No."
"Sheppard, let go of me."
"No." The word was a strangled gasp; the expression in Sheppard's eyes was anything but.
"Sheppard…!" Ronon was hanging by one arm, the other one useless at his side. Wind tore at his clothes. Hail gouged seams in his face, and the broken bridge sagged ever lower.
"No, buddy." It was just a breath now, fainter than the wind.
Frayed ropes strained above him. Far below, jagged rocks rose from a mass of spray. It would be a quick death - falling, falling; a quick burst of pain, and then nothing.
Sheppard's hands gripped his wrist like a fiery manacle. Through a hole in the rotting bridge, Ronon could see the arrow in Sheppard's side twisting and grating with every quiver of his straining muscles.
"No," Ronon gasped, "no," and he was dangling over the edge, poised on the brink of the precipice, as blazing, soul-consuming, mind-destroying addiction dragged him into a pit that had no end. Tyre and the others had gone before him, and Ronon had tried to stop himself falling, tried not to fall into the precipice, but…
"Ronon," Sheppard rasped, "I'm not… letting… go."
Ronon shook his head. "You have to." You can't save everyone. He moistened his lips, tasting blood. It's been a pleasure. But that suited death side by side with a comrade, standing firm against the enemy. This was…
Falling. Falling. He couldn't keep himself from falling.
His right arm was broken, but he could still grip a knife. He brought it up slowly, screaming as he did so. Blood soaked their clasped hands, and Sheppard's grip was slipping, slipping… "I'm sorry," Ronon said. Dark light glinted on the blade.
"Don't be," Sheppard breathed, and then he let go.
Ronon fell.
He jarred to rest on hard metal hovering barely yards below him. Teyla grabbed him, trying to haul him into the jumper, but Ronon was already pulling away, back to the hail-scoured brink of the open hatch.
When Sheppard came tumbling down, it was Ronon who caught him, wrapping him in his screaming, blood-stained arms, easing him towards the warmth of his team. You fell, yes, Sheppard's eyes said, as his fist grasped Ronon's coat with an unyielding grip, but we're here to catch you. We always will be.
And it was true, of course.
Don’t forget to leave ONLY FEEDBACK in the comments and NOT VOTES. All comments will be screened until the voting closes.