Eurydice Turns Left by Vehemently (PG-13)

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Rec Category: Teyla Emmagan
Pairing: None
Category: Teyla Emmagan, Gen, Action-Adventure, Hurt-Comfort, John Sheppard, Ronon Dex, Team
Warning: None
Author on LJ: http://vee-fic.livejournal.com/
Author's Website: None known
Link: http://vee-fic.livejournal.com/3497.html or http://www.wraithbait.com/viewstory.php?sid=7189&i=1l

Why This Must Be Read: There's great gen action and whump in the suspenseful Eurydice Turns Left. The team and some of John's marines visits a planet of strange stone mazes and is attacked. Everyone but Ronon is captured by the natives and buried alive in a cave. Can they dig themselves out and survive with no provisions or water and Ronon bring back a team to find them before they lose John, who grows more and more ill the longer he spends on the planet? Teyla caring for John is particularly affecting. She and his very loyal soldiers refuse to let him give up or force them to leave him behind for their own good. I also love Ronon's POV as he embarks on a frantic quest to get back to Atlantis and retrieve enough marines to help him get his team back.

A snippet...

It was not as serious as it initially appeared. Hard experience had been their teacher too long, and so they assumed a disaster was about to begin. Teyla had to remind herself sternly, later, that people slip off of boulders all the time, especially when they are showing off and calling their best friend "a wuss" instead of being careful. She saw John throw out an arm, stunned at himself, but in the moment between her seeing and the horrified laugh that flew from her throat, he had fallen out of view.

She clapped a hand to her mouth, and saw that Rodney was in the middle of his own bark of shock or amusement or something else. He bounded forward, rucksack jolting awkwardly on his back, and stumbled to find John. She was at his heels, jostling elbows with Ronon in the narrow ravine between stones.

He had not knocked himself unconscious, as she had feared. Instead John was levering himself up from a sprawl, cursing quietly in the yellow dirt. He turned toward the sound of them, still lying on one hip, and Rodney gasped next to her: John's dark hair glistened and his ear was drenched red with blood, which suddenly flowed freely down behind his jaw and to the point of his chin. It dripped: one two three and then many splashed down onto his black shirt. His team sprang into action.