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Title: Flash of the Blade
Rating: PG
By: Jenda Vis
Spoilers: Up through Reunion
Pairing: Sheppard/Dex
Genre: Drama, WIP
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, don't take this too seriously.
Summary: Sheppard can't figure Ronon out. Or his motives.
A/N: I figure that if I start posting now, I'll actually be forced to sit down and write the story. :) So here's 250 words of prologue.
Flash of the Blade: Prologue
Ronon slid to a stop on the wet grass, leaned over to catch his breath, and listened to the gate shut down. He hadn't been followed.
When he straightened and scanned the landscape, it was only to confirm his first impressions. No movement but the rain. No life to be seen but the grass. There were no people.
There were dull shards of red in the overgrown rubble next to the gate. The DHD had been destroyed long ago. The reason was not important. It meant only that there was no turning back. Even if the instinct to continue the fight still boiled in his veins.
He wiped the blood from his hands, slid the knife back into his belt, and began to walk north.
---
The Councilor had been a small man with an unruly red beard. Of that, he was certain. His other features were hazier, but Sheppard had only met the dead man once.
He heard McKay, shackled in the next cell over, promising that Atlantis would send a search party soon. Listened to Teyla counter with Ronon's ability to mount a rescue mission without them. Total faith, absolute and misplaced.
Sheppard kept his frustration silent, because he'd seen what they hadn't. The blood on Ronon's clothing, the knife glinting in his hand as he left them behind without warning or explanation.
Staring through bars at the first hints of the last sunrise he'd ever see, Sheppard wondered bitterly if Ronon thought the betrayal was worth it.
Chapter 1
Rating: PG
By: Jenda Vis
Spoilers: Up through Reunion
Pairing: Sheppard/Dex
Genre: Drama, WIP
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, don't take this too seriously.
Summary: Sheppard can't figure Ronon out. Or his motives.
A/N: I figure that if I start posting now, I'll actually be forced to sit down and write the story. :) So here's 250 words of prologue.
Flash of the Blade: Prologue
Ronon slid to a stop on the wet grass, leaned over to catch his breath, and listened to the gate shut down. He hadn't been followed.
When he straightened and scanned the landscape, it was only to confirm his first impressions. No movement but the rain. No life to be seen but the grass. There were no people.
There were dull shards of red in the overgrown rubble next to the gate. The DHD had been destroyed long ago. The reason was not important. It meant only that there was no turning back. Even if the instinct to continue the fight still boiled in his veins.
He wiped the blood from his hands, slid the knife back into his belt, and began to walk north.
---
The Councilor had been a small man with an unruly red beard. Of that, he was certain. His other features were hazier, but Sheppard had only met the dead man once.
He heard McKay, shackled in the next cell over, promising that Atlantis would send a search party soon. Listened to Teyla counter with Ronon's ability to mount a rescue mission without them. Total faith, absolute and misplaced.
Sheppard kept his frustration silent, because he'd seen what they hadn't. The blood on Ronon's clothing, the knife glinting in his hand as he left them behind without warning or explanation.
Staring through bars at the first hints of the last sunrise he'd ever see, Sheppard wondered bitterly if Ronon thought the betrayal was worth it.
Chapter 1