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A Sure Anchor by rhymer23 (T)
Show: SGA
Rec Category: Ronon Dex (Ronon genfics)
Characters: Ronon Dex, John Sheppard
Categories: Gen
Warnings: Whump earns it the T rating (rhymer23 loves whumping Sheppard in particular)
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rhymer23
Author's Website: See the AO3 and rhymer23's website
Link: A Sure Anchor on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: Rhymer23 has written lots of excellent genfics, so I couldn't end this month of reccing without including one. In this story Ronon and John are in dire straits on ruined Sateda, with Ronon trying to rescue a wounded and ancient-tech-whammied John. The POV alternates but is mainly Ronon's, and there's some good Ronon/Sateda backstory. Great characterization, lots of angsty action-adventure, and a nice long, gripping read all round. Recommended!
A dozen steps later, Sheppard's legs gave way. Ronon struggled to catch him, just managing to hold him up. "Feel sleepy," Sheppard said. "Can't feel anything much. It's nice."
"Don't talk like that," Ronon shouted. He picked Sheppard up fully in his arms, and Sheppard didn't struggle, didn't make a joke to hide his embarrassment. Ronon took Sheppard into one of the cells, and laid him down on a stone slab. Sheppard's skin was icy cold, and the whole right side of his shirt was soaked with blood.
Ronon didn't want to leave him, but sometimes you had no choice in the matter. "I'll be back soon," he said, and then he smiled. "Probably as soon as I need you to open a door." Sheppard said nothing. "Do you know who I am?" Ronon asked on sudden impulse, remembering his grandfather under the influence of the Second Childhood.
Sheppard seemed to have to think about it for a while. "You're Ronon," he said at last. "It's nice here. It's Sateda, right?"
Ronon squeezed Sheppard's hand, his vision blurring. "I'll be back as soon as I can, buddy. I'm not leaving you, you hear me? I'm just finding us a way out."
The passageway continued to slope downwards. The lights didn't switch on as Ronon walked, and the flashlight had been lost in the initial collapse of the fortress, and soon he had to feel his way with his hands. As a small child, he had been afraid of the dark, and of the things that could lurk in it, but his grandfather had cured him of that, teaching him that darkness could be his friend. Some of the bravest of men still hated to walk forward unless they could see where their feet were going to land, but Ronon had no such fear.
Some of the worst things, he now knew, lived in the light.
Rec Category: Ronon Dex (Ronon genfics)
Characters: Ronon Dex, John Sheppard
Categories: Gen
Warnings: Whump earns it the T rating (rhymer23 loves whumping Sheppard in particular)
Author on LJ:
rhymer23Author's Website: See the AO3 and rhymer23's website
Link: A Sure Anchor on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: Rhymer23 has written lots of excellent genfics, so I couldn't end this month of reccing without including one. In this story Ronon and John are in dire straits on ruined Sateda, with Ronon trying to rescue a wounded and ancient-tech-whammied John. The POV alternates but is mainly Ronon's, and there's some good Ronon/Sateda backstory. Great characterization, lots of angsty action-adventure, and a nice long, gripping read all round. Recommended!
A dozen steps later, Sheppard's legs gave way. Ronon struggled to catch him, just managing to hold him up. "Feel sleepy," Sheppard said. "Can't feel anything much. It's nice."
"Don't talk like that," Ronon shouted. He picked Sheppard up fully in his arms, and Sheppard didn't struggle, didn't make a joke to hide his embarrassment. Ronon took Sheppard into one of the cells, and laid him down on a stone slab. Sheppard's skin was icy cold, and the whole right side of his shirt was soaked with blood.
Ronon didn't want to leave him, but sometimes you had no choice in the matter. "I'll be back soon," he said, and then he smiled. "Probably as soon as I need you to open a door." Sheppard said nothing. "Do you know who I am?" Ronon asked on sudden impulse, remembering his grandfather under the influence of the Second Childhood.
Sheppard seemed to have to think about it for a while. "You're Ronon," he said at last. "It's nice here. It's Sateda, right?"
Ronon squeezed Sheppard's hand, his vision blurring. "I'll be back as soon as I can, buddy. I'm not leaving you, you hear me? I'm just finding us a way out."
The passageway continued to slope downwards. The lights didn't switch on as Ronon walked, and the flashlight had been lost in the initial collapse of the fortress, and soon he had to feel his way with his hands. As a small child, he had been afraid of the dark, and of the things that could lurk in it, but his grandfather had cured him of that, teaching him that darkness could be his friend. Some of the bravest of men still hated to walk forward unless they could see where their feet were going to land, but Ronon had no such fear.
Some of the worst things, he now knew, lived in the light.