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Written for cliche_bingo
Title:Night Delivery
Cliche: Coming of Age
Pairing: Ronon/Teyla
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1200
Betas: neevebrody and mischief5 It should go without saying, all mistakes are mine.
Summary: Teyla and Ronon face-off.
Part of the Sensual Magic AU where John is a vampire and Rodney is not. Follows Final Tells
Night Delivery
It was nightfall and Ronon would start his hunt soon. For now, he just patrolled the empty street with an eye out for trouble. This part of the block was poorly lit, a likely trouble spot -- for Ronon’s kind of trouble. The only light came from a few street lamps, too weak to do much good, and a flickering neon sign from the local diner. With two of the letters burnt out, it now advertised, Lor es D ner. It was the same old haunt where Ronon first met Kavanagh. It still served the best burgers in town and it still had the same old cheesy, red-checkered tablecloths.
She was there, standing just a few feet away from the door. She stayed in the shadows but it wasn’t enough to conceal her from Ronon’s night vision. He was impressed by her all over again. She was a sultry, deadly, package with a vampire’s need for blood and a human’s compassionate heart. The aromatic contradictions swirled around her and Ronon inhaled deeply. He’d recognize her presence by that unique scent alone.
Ronon knew the danger he was in. She was out for a kill and she was waiting for him. He pulled his sword free. The soft snick of the blade leaving its scabbard was loud in the quiet night. More than loud enough to get her attention.
“Hunter.”
“Vampiress”
The brief courtesies they exchanged were dark with intent.
“We should not do this here, Ronon Dex. Too many humans frequent this place.” Teyla moved silently, a graceful hand indicting they should move to the alleyway.
Ronon nodded in reply. He knew she’d have the advantage of him there. The brick alley was dark and too narrow to give his sword arm full freedom of movement. Not even the neighborhood whores found it suitable for their trade. The only human traffic it attracted was the occasional blowjob exchanged between males when desperate need overcame common sense.
As Ronon followed Teyla into the alley, he understood exactly how well she’d chosen. The last hard rain had washed all debris away, so there’d be no rubbish to trip their footing. The weak street light failed to illuminate the alley beyond the first few feet.
Ronon rolled his shoulders, warming his muscles for the oncoming fight. He tried not to think about how much the pitch-black alley resembled a grave.
Ronon said, “I saw you. At the bar. You were watching over Kavanagh. Protecting him.”
It was the last thing Teyla expected to hear and she halted her attack mid-strike. “You know him, Hunter?”
“ He’s my friend. At least he was until you released him. He doesn’t remember me now.”
“ He has forgotten me as well. It's for the best. He would have died had I kept him any longer.”
“ I know. I just wanted you to know, however this turns out, I respect you for it.”
“ You are generous, Ronon Dex, even though you know, you will likely die tonight.”
“ Seems like that would be a hard thing to do. Forget you, I mean.” Ronon stepped closer until Teyla was a mere arm’s length away.
“You respect me, but you mean to kill me just the same.” Teyla replied calmly. She was poised, body taut, ready to strike at the first sign of attack.
“Yeah. Nothing personal. It’s what I do.”
The strike came fast. The only tell Teyla saw was the subtle bunching of muscles in Ronon’s chest. It was enough. She evaded the blow, yet hesitated to return with one of her own. She blamed the tingling in her fangs for distracting her. It was an unusual sensation, one she hadn’t experienced before.
“Are you okay? Dex asked.
“Do you usually care if the vampires you intend to kill are okay, Ronon Dex? That seems a foolish compassion for a hunter”
“You seemed distracted. I expected I’d be dead by now.”
Teyla didn’t waste time answering. She moved, kicking the legs out from under Dex. She didn’t miss but he was back on his feet so fast she might as well have.
“I have never seen a human move like that.”
“ Yeah, I’m fast. It’s how I stay alive.”
“ No, it’s more than that. I feel…I can not explain it.” Teyla moved closer to the vampire hunter. “You…” She stopped. If she had not been at Caldwell’s earlier, if she had not been made aware of the Potential Dr. McKay, she would not have recognized the aura for what it was. “Wait! This is wrong. Kill me if you have to, but I can’t, I will not, fight you.”
Ronon looked at her, bafflement written across his face. “You want to explain that?”
“ I believe you are one of the Potentials. Magical creatures so rare, so cherished by my kind, we would die again before we would do you harm.” Teyla bowed her head, using the vulnerable posture to give weight to her words.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“ I sense that you are newly born to your magic Hunter. Can you not feel it? Try.” Teyla rested her hands on Ronon’s forearms, communicating her earnestness with touch.
Foolish, very foolish to close your eyes with a murderer within striking distance of your throat but Ronon did it anyway. He followed his instinct, searching within for something that would make sense of Teyla’s words, and he found it. He couldn’t describe it, but he could feel the difference.
He’d never been aware of the magical energy before. Teyla was right. He felt like a newly hatched egg, bringing powers forth, raw, untamed, and frightening. Ronon gasped. The magic was expanding within him, out of control. The shock nearly brought him to his knees. It would have if Teyla hadn’t caught him.
“We can’t stay here. Ronon, listen to me. There is another one like you. Let me take you to him. I’m sure he can help.” Teyla got an arm around Dex, easily lifting him up, grateful for once for her vampiric strength.
“I’m good. I can walk.”
“ Are you sure?”
Ronon nodded. He was still feeling a little woozy, but not bad enough to be carted across town by a vampire. “Give me a minute.”
“ I’m afraid we don’t have ‘a minute’. We must hurry. I can sense your magic unfolding. Soon every vampire in the city will be aware of what you are and they will want you for their own.
Ronon, snorted, “I’ve dealt with vamps before.”
“ Not quite like this, Ronon Dex. Believe me when I say they won’t be trying to kill you.”
Ronon stared at her. “You know, I don’t even want you to explain that. Let’s just go. Where are we going anyway?”
“ We are going to find the only other Potential that, as far as I know, exists. He resides with the Libertine. Perhaps you know of him?”
“ John Sheppard. Good vamp, well, good as they come. Still a vamp though. Acting weird lately. Is that because he owns a Potential?”
“ Own is not quite the right word, unless you mean they own each other.” Teyla paused. "Or perhaps it’s more truthful to say, the Potential owns him.”
Next- Opportunities and Consequences
Title:Night Delivery
Cliche: Coming of Age
Pairing: Ronon/Teyla
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1200
Betas: neevebrody and mischief5 It should go without saying, all mistakes are mine.
Summary: Teyla and Ronon face-off.
Part of the Sensual Magic AU where John is a vampire and Rodney is not. Follows Final Tells
Night Delivery
It was nightfall and Ronon would start his hunt soon. For now, he just patrolled the empty street with an eye out for trouble. This part of the block was poorly lit, a likely trouble spot -- for Ronon’s kind of trouble. The only light came from a few street lamps, too weak to do much good, and a flickering neon sign from the local diner. With two of the letters burnt out, it now advertised, Lor es D ner. It was the same old haunt where Ronon first met Kavanagh. It still served the best burgers in town and it still had the same old cheesy, red-checkered tablecloths.
She was there, standing just a few feet away from the door. She stayed in the shadows but it wasn’t enough to conceal her from Ronon’s night vision. He was impressed by her all over again. She was a sultry, deadly, package with a vampire’s need for blood and a human’s compassionate heart. The aromatic contradictions swirled around her and Ronon inhaled deeply. He’d recognize her presence by that unique scent alone.
Ronon knew the danger he was in. She was out for a kill and she was waiting for him. He pulled his sword free. The soft snick of the blade leaving its scabbard was loud in the quiet night. More than loud enough to get her attention.
“Hunter.”
“Vampiress”
The brief courtesies they exchanged were dark with intent.
“We should not do this here, Ronon Dex. Too many humans frequent this place.” Teyla moved silently, a graceful hand indicting they should move to the alleyway.
Ronon nodded in reply. He knew she’d have the advantage of him there. The brick alley was dark and too narrow to give his sword arm full freedom of movement. Not even the neighborhood whores found it suitable for their trade. The only human traffic it attracted was the occasional blowjob exchanged between males when desperate need overcame common sense.
As Ronon followed Teyla into the alley, he understood exactly how well she’d chosen. The last hard rain had washed all debris away, so there’d be no rubbish to trip their footing. The weak street light failed to illuminate the alley beyond the first few feet.
Ronon rolled his shoulders, warming his muscles for the oncoming fight. He tried not to think about how much the pitch-black alley resembled a grave.
Ronon said, “I saw you. At the bar. You were watching over Kavanagh. Protecting him.”
It was the last thing Teyla expected to hear and she halted her attack mid-strike. “You know him, Hunter?”
“ He’s my friend. At least he was until you released him. He doesn’t remember me now.”
“ He has forgotten me as well. It's for the best. He would have died had I kept him any longer.”
“ I know. I just wanted you to know, however this turns out, I respect you for it.”
“ You are generous, Ronon Dex, even though you know, you will likely die tonight.”
“ Seems like that would be a hard thing to do. Forget you, I mean.” Ronon stepped closer until Teyla was a mere arm’s length away.
“You respect me, but you mean to kill me just the same.” Teyla replied calmly. She was poised, body taut, ready to strike at the first sign of attack.
“Yeah. Nothing personal. It’s what I do.”
The strike came fast. The only tell Teyla saw was the subtle bunching of muscles in Ronon’s chest. It was enough. She evaded the blow, yet hesitated to return with one of her own. She blamed the tingling in her fangs for distracting her. It was an unusual sensation, one she hadn’t experienced before.
“Are you okay? Dex asked.
“Do you usually care if the vampires you intend to kill are okay, Ronon Dex? That seems a foolish compassion for a hunter”
“You seemed distracted. I expected I’d be dead by now.”
Teyla didn’t waste time answering. She moved, kicking the legs out from under Dex. She didn’t miss but he was back on his feet so fast she might as well have.
“I have never seen a human move like that.”
“ Yeah, I’m fast. It’s how I stay alive.”
“ No, it’s more than that. I feel…I can not explain it.” Teyla moved closer to the vampire hunter. “You…” She stopped. If she had not been at Caldwell’s earlier, if she had not been made aware of the Potential Dr. McKay, she would not have recognized the aura for what it was. “Wait! This is wrong. Kill me if you have to, but I can’t, I will not, fight you.”
Ronon looked at her, bafflement written across his face. “You want to explain that?”
“ I believe you are one of the Potentials. Magical creatures so rare, so cherished by my kind, we would die again before we would do you harm.” Teyla bowed her head, using the vulnerable posture to give weight to her words.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“ I sense that you are newly born to your magic Hunter. Can you not feel it? Try.” Teyla rested her hands on Ronon’s forearms, communicating her earnestness with touch.
Foolish, very foolish to close your eyes with a murderer within striking distance of your throat but Ronon did it anyway. He followed his instinct, searching within for something that would make sense of Teyla’s words, and he found it. He couldn’t describe it, but he could feel the difference.
He’d never been aware of the magical energy before. Teyla was right. He felt like a newly hatched egg, bringing powers forth, raw, untamed, and frightening. Ronon gasped. The magic was expanding within him, out of control. The shock nearly brought him to his knees. It would have if Teyla hadn’t caught him.
“We can’t stay here. Ronon, listen to me. There is another one like you. Let me take you to him. I’m sure he can help.” Teyla got an arm around Dex, easily lifting him up, grateful for once for her vampiric strength.
“I’m good. I can walk.”
“ Are you sure?”
Ronon nodded. He was still feeling a little woozy, but not bad enough to be carted across town by a vampire. “Give me a minute.”
“ I’m afraid we don’t have ‘a minute’. We must hurry. I can sense your magic unfolding. Soon every vampire in the city will be aware of what you are and they will want you for their own.
Ronon, snorted, “I’ve dealt with vamps before.”
“ Not quite like this, Ronon Dex. Believe me when I say they won’t be trying to kill you.”
Ronon stared at her. “You know, I don’t even want you to explain that. Let’s just go. Where are we going anyway?”
“ We are going to find the only other Potential that, as far as I know, exists. He resides with the Libertine. Perhaps you know of him?”
“ John Sheppard. Good vamp, well, good as they come. Still a vamp though. Acting weird lately. Is that because he owns a Potential?”
“ Own is not quite the right word, unless you mean they own each other.” Teyla paused. "Or perhaps it’s more truthful to say, the Potential owns him.”
Next- Opportunities and Consequences