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Ok guys, here's chapter 8. Sorry it's a bit short, but I should have an epilogue/the blessed infirmary scene up later. I hope. 
Enjoy!
Sheppard poked his head out of the cave, looking for Ronon. He could see Rodney, crouching in the underbrush a few steps away, but where had the big man gone?
“Ronon!” he whispered loudly. “Ronon, where are you?”
“Right here,” a voice said from his elbow. John nearly jumped out of his skin. He had been right next to him! The man could go dang near invisible when he wanted to. Sheppard took a breath to calm his jangled nerves.
“I need your help with Teyla,” he said. “she passed out and I can't carry her with my shoulder yet.” With a final glance into the woods, Ronon wordlessly holstered his blaster and entered the cave. He emerged a moment later with Teyla in his arms. Man, she looked pale, Sheppard thought. They needed to get her back to Atlantis.
“McKay!” Sheppard said. The scientist got up and came over, his face showing concerned surprise at the sight of Teyla in the runner's arms.
“Good grief, what did you do to her?” McKay asked.
“What I had to,” Sheppard said, annoyed. Partly with himself. “Keep your eyes open, and be as quiet as possible. No talking unless absolutely necessary,” he said with a pointed look at McKay.
“What?” came the indignant reply. “Why do you always look at me?”
“What did I just say?” the colonel asked. Rodney rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, but said nothing.
“Good,” Sheppard said. “Now let's go.”
The trip to the gate was extremely quiet, without a hint of any living thing on the planet other than themselves. John was beginning to think that the other wraith had left, but with Teyla unconscious there was no way to tell. They were just about to enter the clearing where the stargate was when John heard the blast of a wraith stunner.
Ronon fell to the ground, somehow managing not to fall on top of Teyla, but hitting his head on a rock on the way down. John quickly fired a burst of P-90 rounds in to the drone that had fired the shot, the wraith falling with a satisfying thud. Before they could get their breath back, twig snapped behind McKay, and he whirled around, firing his pistol blindly until the pistol clicked on an empty clip.
Opening his eyes, the scientist looked into the surprised face of wraith with a bullet hole smack in the middle of its forehead. It toppled to the side, its dead face frozen in a permanent expression of shock
John looked at McKay, his face almost as surprised as the wraith's.
“Wow, nice shoot--” his words were cut off by a knife whizzing through the air and sinking deep into his thigh.
“Ah!” he shouted, grabbing at his leg. Suddenly the distinctive sound of Ronon's blaster rang out, and the offending wraith sank to the ground, dead. Sheppard and McKay's heads whipped around, only to see an extremely pale-looking Teyla half laying on the still body of Ronon, his blaster in her hand and aimed at the dead wraith.
“John!” she said, getting to her feet and swaying unsteadily. Rodney rushed over to grab her before she fell. “ “John are you alright?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he grunted. “I'll be fine. How's Ronon?” Ronon stirred at the sound of their voices,
then shot up into a sitting position, reaching for his empty holster. A little too quickly, he almost passed out again.
“Are all the wraith dead?” he asked. “Where's my gun?” he added a split second later.
“Yes, all the wraith are dead. And it's right there.” Sheppard said, indicating where Teyla had dropped the gun on the ground. “Teyla borrowed it.” he said with a smirk.
“Feel up to giving me a hand here?” he asked. “It's kinda hard to walk with a knife embedded in my leg.”
Ronon nodded, shoved his blaster in his holster and stood up. John draped his arm around the runner's shoulders and looked over at Rodney and Teyla. She seemed to be leaning on McKay a bit more than he would have liked, but he would just have to live with it the short distance to the gate, Sheppard thought. As they hobbled off to the stargate, he couldn't help but think how awful they all looked. He smiled. All of them. They may look terrible, but his team—no, his family—had been reunited. And they were going home. Together.
Enjoy!Spoiler:
Chapter 8
Sheppard poked his head out of the cave, looking for Ronon. He could see Rodney, crouching in the underbrush a few steps away, but where had the big man gone?
“Ronon!” he whispered loudly. “Ronon, where are you?”
“Right here,” a voice said from his elbow. John nearly jumped out of his skin. He had been right next to him! The man could go dang near invisible when he wanted to. Sheppard took a breath to calm his jangled nerves.
“I need your help with Teyla,” he said. “she passed out and I can't carry her with my shoulder yet.” With a final glance into the woods, Ronon wordlessly holstered his blaster and entered the cave. He emerged a moment later with Teyla in his arms. Man, she looked pale, Sheppard thought. They needed to get her back to Atlantis.
“McKay!” Sheppard said. The scientist got up and came over, his face showing concerned surprise at the sight of Teyla in the runner's arms.
“Good grief, what did you do to her?” McKay asked.
“What I had to,” Sheppard said, annoyed. Partly with himself. “Keep your eyes open, and be as quiet as possible. No talking unless absolutely necessary,” he said with a pointed look at McKay.
“What?” came the indignant reply. “Why do you always look at me?”
“What did I just say?” the colonel asked. Rodney rolled his eyes and crossed his arms, but said nothing.
“Good,” Sheppard said. “Now let's go.”
The trip to the gate was extremely quiet, without a hint of any living thing on the planet other than themselves. John was beginning to think that the other wraith had left, but with Teyla unconscious there was no way to tell. They were just about to enter the clearing where the stargate was when John heard the blast of a wraith stunner.
Ronon fell to the ground, somehow managing not to fall on top of Teyla, but hitting his head on a rock on the way down. John quickly fired a burst of P-90 rounds in to the drone that had fired the shot, the wraith falling with a satisfying thud. Before they could get their breath back, twig snapped behind McKay, and he whirled around, firing his pistol blindly until the pistol clicked on an empty clip.
Opening his eyes, the scientist looked into the surprised face of wraith with a bullet hole smack in the middle of its forehead. It toppled to the side, its dead face frozen in a permanent expression of shock
John looked at McKay, his face almost as surprised as the wraith's.
“Wow, nice shoot--” his words were cut off by a knife whizzing through the air and sinking deep into his thigh.
“Ah!” he shouted, grabbing at his leg. Suddenly the distinctive sound of Ronon's blaster rang out, and the offending wraith sank to the ground, dead. Sheppard and McKay's heads whipped around, only to see an extremely pale-looking Teyla half laying on the still body of Ronon, his blaster in her hand and aimed at the dead wraith.
“John!” she said, getting to her feet and swaying unsteadily. Rodney rushed over to grab her before she fell. “ “John are you alright?” she asked.
“Yeah,” he grunted. “I'll be fine. How's Ronon?” Ronon stirred at the sound of their voices,
then shot up into a sitting position, reaching for his empty holster. A little too quickly, he almost passed out again.
“Are all the wraith dead?” he asked. “Where's my gun?” he added a split second later.
“Yes, all the wraith are dead. And it's right there.” Sheppard said, indicating where Teyla had dropped the gun on the ground. “Teyla borrowed it.” he said with a smirk.
“Feel up to giving me a hand here?” he asked. “It's kinda hard to walk with a knife embedded in my leg.”
Ronon nodded, shoved his blaster in his holster and stood up. John draped his arm around the runner's shoulders and looked over at Rodney and Teyla. She seemed to be leaning on McKay a bit more than he would have liked, but he would just have to live with it the short distance to the gate, Sheppard thought. As they hobbled off to the stargate, he couldn't help but think how awful they all looked. He smiled. All of them. They may look terrible, but his team—no, his family—had been reunited. And they were going home. Together.
YAY! another great chapter!...definitely looking forward to the epilogue!
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