#Ronon thinks he's sweet enough already

[a-storm-of-roses]

October Fic Day 14: Candy

Pairing: Ronon Dex/Aiden Ford

Rating: T

Words: 1039

Summary: Aiden shares an Earth tradition, and Ronon develops his sweet tooth.

A/N: This follows on from Pegasus Miracles, but you don't need to have read it to get the story. All you need to know is Aiden returns to Atlantis post-canon, and as he recovers, he and Ronon get together. I just couldn't get these boys out of my head!

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Ronon eyed the table skeptically, the collection of shiny wrappers and little, brightly colored boxes.

“I thought these were for Halloween. Isn’t Keller running that costume contest?”

Aiden continued to arrange the candy in front of him, splitting it into piles and organizing them in some deliberate order that Ronon couldn’t decipher.

“Yeah, but I bribed Sgt. Nieves to let me grab at least a few of each. Got to make sure you have the full experience.”

Ronon huffed, but the amused and indulgent grin on his lips belied his annoyance. Aiden was excited, thrumming with that energy that seemed to come to him more and more often these days. It made him look younger, lighter. He dumped another bag on the table, and began sorting the pile, moving what Ronon recognized as the chocolate to one end, placing the lollipops in the middle.

“We’re never gonna eat all of this.”

Aiden gave him a pointed look.

“I didn’t say we couldn’t,” Ronon shrugged, “just that we won’t. It’s too sweet for me. And you always think you can eat more than you can.”

Aiden laughed.

“Ok, you might have a point. But we can give the rest to Teyla, make sure Torren gets a good variety when he goes trick or treating.”

“You know she’s trying to cut down on his sugar. One of the doctors gave her a book about sugar and how bad it is for kids and now he only gets fruit for dessert.”

Aiden shuddered. “Poor kid. Well, maybe she’ll make an exception for Halloween. He can have like one piece a day. This stuff lasts forever.”

“Don’t think that’s a selling point.” Ronon laughed, and picked up a bright orange package. “It’s a pumpkin flavored Reese’s?”

“Nah,” Aiden plucked the candy from his hands. “It’s a Reese’s shaped like a pumpkin.”

Ronon tried to give his best Earth is weird look, but it never seemed to have the desired effect. Aiden grinned and leaned down to press a kiss to his cheeks. Well maybe it had a somewhat desired effect.

“Alright,” Aiden clapped his hands, moving to sit across from Ronon. “On the left we have the ones I know you’ve tried before. Then, this pile is the candy I think you’ll really like, and these are the ones I’m not so sure about. Mostly, they have coconut in them. And finally, this last pile is some of my favorites, and stuff that we don’t usually get in normal shipments.”

“And you want me to try all of them?”

“Come on, they’re bite sized! And I made you skip breakfast for a reason.”

Ronon chuckled, giving in to Aiden’s obvious enthusiasm. They started with the ones Aiden was sure he’d like, and for the most part, Aiden had been spot on. He’d enjoyed the Reese’s pumpkin (but then again, Ronon loved anything containing peanut butter) and he’d been surprised to find how much he liked the Junior Mint. The KitKat had been pretty decent too, although Aiden had been scandalized when he’d bitten straight into it.

“You have to break them in half! That’s the whole point!”

It was fun. In between forcing Ronon to review each piece of candy, Aiden told him stories about his Halloweens growing up - trick or treating with Lara, the year he’d insisted on dressing up as a truck, the time when he threw toilet paper all over a teacher’s house and got caught by his Pops. It was still hard for Aiden to talk about Earth sometimes, maybe always would be, but he laughed the whole way through, and smiled bright and easy.

Ronon leaned over to steal a kiss. When he pulled away, Aiden beamed back at him.

“Ok, now, I don’t think you’ll like this, but you got to try it anyways. It’s, like, a Halloween tradition.” Aiden pushed a small, plastic packet towards him. Inside were small orange, yellow, and white cones.

“What’s this?” Ronon asked, ripping open the packet and giving the candies a squeeze. They were a bit more solid than he’d been expecting.

“Candy corn.” Ronon raised his eyebrows. “It’s not anything to do with real corn. Well, unless you count the corn syrup. Even I think they’re too sweet, but they’re like a Halloween staple. My grandma loves them.”

Ronon took a bite and made a face. There was some hint of flavor, underneath all the sugar, but he couldn’t identify it. Mostly, it tasted too sweet and left his teeth feeling gross.

“Exactly,” Aiden laughed.

“You call this corn? No wonder your country has an obesity problem,” Ronon chuckled.

“Oh ha, ha.”

Next, Aiden selected two small, bright boxes. He handed the pink one to Ronon and opened the purple one himself. He shook it straight into his mouth, grinning as he chewed. Ronon eyed the box with a bemused grin.

“Nerds?”

Aiden shrugged. “Stupid name, but they taste great.”

Ronon opened the box and shook a few into his own mouth.

“What do you think?” Aiden leaned across the table. “Good, right?”

“Not bad. Bit sweet.” Ronon shook a few more into his mouth, just to prove to Aiden he was giving them a fair chance. A couple missed, bouncing off his chin and onto the table. Aiden picked them up, and popped them into his mouth.

“They taste better when you mix the flavors,” he grinned.

“Yeah?” Ronon reached over to grab the purple box from Aiden, but the other man pulled it out of reach.

“Yeah.” He poured the rest of the purple nerds into his mouth, and stood, leaning down and bracing both hands against the table. He grinned down at Ronon for a second, before leaning in and pressing a gentle, soft kiss, to Ronon’s lips.

Ronon smiled against Aiden’s lips and and reached up to twine a hand through his soft hair, pulling him down for another kiss, open mouthed, wet, and a little messy, the way he liked it. Aiden groaned as Ronon’s tongue slid against his own, probing and tasting.

Ronon pulled back, and licked his lips, laughing as Aiden leaned forward to try to chase him, nearly toppling over the table.

“You’re right,” Ronon smiled. “They do taste better together.”

[ronondexqueen]

Getting To Know You

After everything that's happened with McKay, and Cadman's body being switched, I decided it's time for me to eat, but as soon as I'm about to sit down at a table, John grabs my arm, leading me in some direction.

"John! What the actual hell?" I ask trying to keep my voice down.

"Sorry, but I was hoping you could come with me to talk to Ronon. I think he likes you better than most of the people here." The dark-haired man responds.

"Fine, we're already almost to his table anyway," I grumble out, tugging my arm from his, so the former runner doesn't feel like I was forced to be near him. In all honesty, I didn't mind him one bit, he reminds me of myself when I was in his shoes, and it helps that he is a very handsome and muscled man.

Just when I finish my thought we reach the table, accommodating only the one man, until Sheppard and I sit down across from him.

"Not bad huh?" John starts first, referring to the food Ronon is eating, with his fingers.

"It's fine." He answers shortly.

"What do you think of Atlantis?" I ask, hoping to get more out of this man of few words.

"It's fine." He repeats.

"Have you thought about what you want to do after you're done here?" Sheppard asks.

"Do you want me to leave?" Ronon asks.

"No, no. Stay as long as you like. I'm just saying you know you're way around, you can take care of yourself in a fight, and you probably hate the wraith as much as we do." John says, but gets a pointed look from both Ronon and me about that last part.

"More than we do, and you need a place to stay," John tells the Satedan

"I'm not sure I fit in here." Ronon says, after glancing at his "guard".

"There's only one way to find out." I quip.

"Do I have to decide now, or can I finish eating?" He asks now that he is sure the conversation's over.

"Take your time. And... try these. They work great." Sheppard says to Ronon while giving him a knife and a fork as the colonel walks away.

As John walks away, I continue to eat, and Ronon finally looks up at me, probably expecting me to leave.

"If you're wondering; I am not leaving, I am going to sit here and enjoy my lunch, while I can," I tell him.

"Fine." He responds and turns back to eating.

After a while of us eating in silence, I can see that his guard, O'Reilly, has something on his mind.

"O'Reilly? What is it?"

"Nothing Ma'am." He rushes out. At this point, even Ronon stops eating.

"Dan, I know you. What's up?" I press on.

"Just have to use the bathroom, but I can hold it." He mumbles out, causing Ronon to have a slight smirk.

"Go, I can watch him." I encourage.

"Ma'am..."

"I said go to the bathroom Lieutenant. That's an order."

"Yes, Ma'am." He says, saluting me, and walks away.

"Hmm." I hear Ronon go.

"What?" I ask genuinely intrigued, by his sort of comment.

"They respect you." He says.

"Why wouldn't they? Is it because I'm a woman?" I ask slightly annoyed now.

"No. It's just from what I've seen I thought they feared you." He retorts.

"Fear me? Why would anyone fear me?" I ask him.

"I saw you fight, you scared even the wraiths. But, I guess maybe they don't just see the warrior, they see the person too." Ronon explains, leaving me without words for a moment.

"Do you fear me?" I manage to stumble out.

"No, because I respect you, as a warrior." He answers, once again leaving me speechless for a few moments.

"I hope that one day, you'll respect the person too," I say seeing O'Reilly walking back.

"Thank you, ma'am."

"You're welcome, Lieutenant." I respond walking to my room to think about a few things.

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"Rodney, just listen to Weir, go see Heightmier." I say exasperated.

"No."

"Fine, Cadman, as your friend, please drive him crazy enough to go see her. I have to go. Bye." I command.

I decided to go to the gym, so I can get my blood pumping a bit. Ever since Rodney and Cadman have been in one body, I haven't been able to go out on a mission. But, when I walk in, I see Sheppard by the doorway looking on, watching Ronon take every single marine on. Showing us that if he really wanted to, he could probably take us out, and leave.

"Why don't we try that again?" Sheppard suggests to one of the marines, Jackson I believe.

"Why don't you try that again...Sir?" Jackson sassed back, causing me to chuckle, and help the poor guy up.

"Maybe that's enough for today," John says as he walks away.

"Nice work, boys. I got it from here." I tell them, letting them get cleaned off. They leave me with Ronon.

"So, are you going to just stand there, or are you going to help me work out?" I ask with a little smirk.

"What do you mean?" He asks quizzically.

"I mean, we can work out together. Do a few weights, use some of the machines."

"I can do that." He simply responds.

"Okay. How about we start with some weighted squats?"

"What are those?"

After asking that question I taught him how to squat, and many other workouts, and afterward, I was exhausted.

"That was a great work out! Thanks, Ronon."

"You're welcome, Alison."

"Please, call me Ali! All my friends do."

"We aren't friends."

When he said that, at first I was a bit hurt, but then I remembered that he has been on the run for so long that maybe he hasn't truly had a friend in so long; so I decided not to take it personally.

"Not yet. Now let me walk you to your room, so I can have a good shower."

"Fine." He responds, as a slight look of surprise took his face, but was quickly washed away.

Walking to his room was silent, the only noise made was that of other people. Not a word was exchanged between us, but the funny thing was, it wasn't awkward. On the contrary, we were walking side by side in comfortable silence.

"Alright Dex, see you later."

"You too. O'Neill" He responds causing me to laugh out loud, not expecting him to be sassy in anyway.

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After my shower, I decide to take a nap. But I was awoken too soon by a call from Rodney.

"What!" I yell into the phone.

"Heightmier made me let Cadman take control of some of my body."

"So, why are you calling me? It seems that that is a good idea."

"No, it isn't!"

"Rodney, Cadman, both of you. Just figure it out!" I yell then hang-up the phone.

"Sweet sleep!" I exclaim to myself. But I spoke too soon.

"Alison come in. Alison, it's Sheppard."

"What John?" I respond over my comms.

"Can you come down to the armory?"

"Fine, just give me some time, I got to get out of bed."

"You got ten minutes."

Quickly I got out of bed, and put on some jeans, and a white shirt, with a baggy sweater. If I'm going to the armory, without it being about a mission, I am going to dress casually.

____________________________________________________________________________(TIME__________________________SKIP) ____________________

"Alright, I'm here. What are we going to be doing?"

"We are letting Ronon look at our weapons."

"And..."

"I thought you would like to shoot something." He answers like it's the most obvious thing in the world.

"Aww, you know me so well! Okay, Ronon let's get started."

"This is a P-90, lightweight, compact, incredibly sturdy, fully..." John starts listing, but before he can finish Ronon shoots the rifle, hitting every single mark.

"Haven't seen anyone do that since me!" I laugh out loud.

"That's good, this is a nine-millimeter, semi-automatic..." Again, Ronon grabs the pistol, and he shoots the paper target, hitting each mark.

"That's good too!" John says, with a smile on his face.

"I prefer this," Ronon says, pulling out a different kind of gun, and shoots it, leaving the target with a large hole in it, and the inside of the hole singed.

"I can see why!" I say with excitement.

"Hey, this is McKay, can you take him back to his room?"

"Yes John, I got this."

"See you later." He replies.

"Alright Ronon, you ready for some easy target practice?"

"I thought you had to take me back to my room?"

"Didn't tell me when to you back. Unless you don't want to spend time with me?" I sass.

"Uh..." Ronon gets out, left speechless by my words.

"I'm just kidding! But seriously, do you want to do some target practice?"

"Sure, but everything here is super easy."

"I wasn't talking about guns."

"What then?"

"Throwing knives."

"I never used throwing knives before."

"Oh! Then I'll teach you!"

"Fine." He says stoically, but clearly has a little excitement in his eyes.

____________________________________________________________________________________________TIME SKIP_______________________________

Soon after I teach him all the basics, not touching him or anything, sensing he clearly has a bubble, he begins to pick up quick. But that's when I notice we have been throwing knives for about three hours.

"Oh my god, Ronon!"

"What, did you hurt yourself?" He asks eyes checking if I'm alright.

"No, it's just we've been here for so long. I think we should get to the mess, and eat."

"Oh, alright."

[hermankopusortizorsumshite]

Ronon Fanfiction 3

Ya’ll. In the midst of moving and trying to pack, I’ve been so busy and haven’t been good about posting. Actually I’ve been shit at posting. So here’s chapter 3 of the Ronon fic. Much love

Chapter 1:  https://phillipkopusimagines-and-stuff.tumblr.com/post/182952713169/ronon-dex-fanfiction

Chapter 2: https://phillipkopusimagines-and-stuff.tumblr.com/post/183119088810/ronon-dex-fanfiction

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“Tell me, where she is.” He gnashes through clenched teeth, his heart thundering and legs quaking.

“Ronon, just listen for her. If you found her that day, you’ll find her now.” She assures, voice still calm and cool. He closes his eyes, listening to everything around him and blocking it all out. A few moments pass in silence, no heartbeat, no sign of life. He takes another breath, his fingers tracing his own scar for encouragement. And in that moment, he hears it.

The faintest sound, a little tiny ‘ghud ghud’. A steady beating heart, one that didn’t belong to anyone but her. He sprints in the direction as it gets louder, his heart beginning to soar with happiness. The moment he sees the Daedulus, he swings open the door to find Caldwell sitting in a chair adjacent to her, and she sits, nervously twiddling her thumbs and tapping her toes on the metal floor.

Her eyes meet his and they spring together like opposite ends of magnets. Flinging her arms around his neck, she hooks her legs around his waist as he grips her tightly in a hug. Colonel Caldwell can’t help the small smile that graces his lips as they collide, the air whooshing from their lungs.

“I was so worried.” He whispers in Satedan, nuzzling his nose into the curve where her neck meets her shoulder, pressing his face into the soft skin.

“I know, I’m sorry. That damn Weir wanted me to come here. They said you’d be fine. I knew you would panic. I’m sorry.” She whispers, nuzzling her nose into his cheek. Her breathes ghosts over his ear, sending a chill spiralling through his whole body. Placing her on her feet, he hooks a soft, bronze toned arm around her neck and leads her back to his room.

“Don’t ever do that again.” He growls at Weir as they walk by, Weir’s jaw slack in shock that Ronon had actually found her, dispite being so far away and quiet.

“I’m sorry Ro,” Thalia whispers as they shut his door and sit on the floor on pillows.

“It’s okay. I know she’s wanted to see how it works. I was just really worried.”

“You were scared?” She asks, eyeing him with a playful twinkle in her green eyes.

“I wasn’t scared. Just worried.”

“I’m sorry, Ro. I shouldn’t have agreed. I promise I won’t do it again.” She assures, patting his knee. He reaches over her for his drawer, pulling out a small wooden box, with their five stones in it. They would play this game all the time. She takes her two rocks, and he takes three. Silence overcomes them as they close their eyes, shutting out all sounds except each other’s heartbeats. Pressing her first rock to her chest, the second she holds in her open palm. He does the same, only one stone of his is put on his head. Stones in places, he starts to lift the rock in his palm with his mind and starts to send it to her, and she does the same with her stone to his open palm. The two rocks flow in a steady circle, as if on a track, never touching their hands. He is the first to peek at her, seeing her so concentrated makes him smile, though he never loses focus.

The objective is to keep the stones floating until they can both stand up, raise their hands above their heads and grab their stone. The stones cannot touch the floor, the one on his head cannot fall from its spot. If he wins, she gets the stone placed on her head, if he loses he keeps the stone. He reaches for her hand to encourage her to open her eyes when Sheppard knocks at the door, breaking Ronon’s concentration. With a low groan, the stones hit the floor and Ronon answers the door.

“Hey Ronon, Weir is asking to see you two. Cool trick.” He points to the stones on the floor before disappearing away from the room.

“I guess. We better go see what she needs.” He gives a reluctant sigh. Even after so long, their connection is as strong as ever. This game they played was to keep their connection strong. They played as kids, and Ronon found this to be his favorite game; as they could play it in the woods away from everyone or they could play it in the middle of town to challenge themselves.

The two stand, Ronon’s hands tentatively hovering her as they start down the stairs. Her eyes connect with the leiutenent’s and sends involuntary chills racing down her body. Ronon’s eyes catch what hers are avoiding and makes a mental reminder to question about that. As he realizes that man is the same one from the Daedulus, his eyes narrow on the man. When their eyes meet the lieutenant looks to the floor and starts to walk away. Caldwell watches with a smirk as he sees the connection happen. Lieutenant Tanden breaks into a jog but Ronon throws a small knife, sticking him in the fatty part of his thigh and knocking him to the ground with a cry.

“What did you do?” He asks. His eyes fall on Thalia. “What did he do? Did he hurt you?” He demands, resting a hand on his shoulder.

“No, RoRo, I’m fine.” She looks to the floor, toeing at a little piece of grey paper on the floor. With a grunt, he pulls the knife from Tanden’s leg and with a his of pain, the man skitters away from the hulking dreaded man.

“did you learn your lesson, Tanden?” Caldwell calls out with a chuckle as Tanden limps towards Beckett’s medical lab.

“Ronon, Thalia, we’d like to meet and discuss adding you to the team.” Weir calls, ignoring the little incident that just happened. Caldwell had told Weir, and they’d decided to let Ronon deal with it.

“Thalia, with your permission, we’d like to add you to the team.” Weir says as they all sit around a circular table Ronon to her left and John Sheppard to her right. Teyla and Ronon were giggling about something and she couldn’t help but laugh with him, a little smile on his face and laughter in his eyes. “Anyone that disagrees, state any reasoning you may have.”

“I say no. Our team is already big enough. We already have Teyla and Rodney, one more would be too many to take care of.” Ronon states, avoiding her icy stare.

“I call that invalid. You just don’t want me to go. Find a real reason or shut up.” She barks in Satedan to him. Everyone watches his reaction, eyes wide.

“I don’t see why you even need to go! Any reason to follow me! Any reason to put yourself in danger, even when you could just be here and safe.” He calls back in their native language, everyone watching the intense exchange of words they couldn’t understand.

“Well FINE! Dial Sateda! Send me home!” She shrieks back, still speaking in tongues. He opens his mouth but shuts it, unsure of what to say.

“Why would you wanna go back?” He asks, dropping the Satedan.

“Because if I can’t spend time with you I’d rather go back. I’m your Kalýteros Firos. I’m not Merena.” She gives back, her voice soft, speaking English once more.

“I know. But I-” He stops.

“RoRo, I love you. I’m your friend. I believe in you, I’m just asking you to do the same for me.” She pleads, but she’s a dark storm brewing in his eyes.

“You’re right. You’re not Merena.” He hisses, eyes narrowing on her in disbelief. She shouldn’t have brought up his lost love.

“I’m so sorry, Ro. I just don’t understand why you won’t let me go!” She shrieks, tears filling her eyes. A switch flips for a moment.

“Because you don’t need to. I can’t let you go. If Sateda is the only way, fine. Go back to that wasteland, I don’t care.” He growls. Once the words are out of his mouth he realizes what he’s said. Teyla touches his arm.

“Ronon, you shouldn’t say things like that to her, she’s your best friend. As far as you know she’s the only Satedan alive. Your best friend.” Teyla’s sweet gentle voice reasons, and it flips the switch back off.

“I won’t sit here and let you go on explorations with us. I won’t discuss it.” He growls, standing and stomping out of the room.

“I’d like to go back to Sateda. I was doing fine there before he came and ruined it.” She barks, walking to the Stargate and awaiting them to open the wormhole.

“I know Ronon seems angry now, but it’s because he cares. He wouldn’t want you going to Sateda alone, especially with the Wraith so attuned to that planet.” Teyla croons as she stands in front of the stargate , ready to leave.

“Teyla, take care of Ronon. Okay? Keep him safe, don’t let him do dumb stuff.” She requests, patting Teyla’s arm before the Satedan stargate opens and she steps through. Once the stargate is closed down, they get word there are Wraith hive ships headed to Sateda.

Ronon spends the rest of the night in his room, angry at her for being so strong. She didn’t understand what he’d do to keep her safe. A knock comes late that night, and he gets worried about her. Teyla’s sweet face appears at his door, expression broken.

“What?” He asks. He closes his eyes and listens carefully. He can hear the Daedulus’ engines, two jumpers. He blocks out all the extra noise to find empty. Silent. He starts to wonder what she’d done. Maybe I can’t hear her over the engines. He thinks as he starts towards the Daedulus, ignoring Teyla’s soft footsteps following.

“Ronon?” She asks as he steps into the huge fighter ship and once again closes his eyes to listen for her. Panic starts to set in when he hears the unrully silence on the other end. “Ronon!” She shouts, grabbing his arm and making him look at her.

“No.” He mutters quietly at first, but Teyla nods, a sullen look on her face. “No!” He shouts, racing through the entire Atlantis base in search of her. He stops in a hall on the east wing. Eyes closed, ears begging to hear her. Anything. Hear anything.

“Ronon.” John Sheppard shouts from the stairs above him, never breaking his concetration.

“You let her go, didn’t you?” He asks monotonously, lifting his worried eyes to John. John tries to find a good way to say something. “You let her go!” He shouts, feeling the anger and fear well inside him like an angry monster.

“You told her to go back!” He retorts, but Ronon’s too angry. He told her to go back, he said it.

“I know! Dial Sateda! I have to go.” He worries his lips into his mouth to nibble the skin from anxiously.

“We can’t.” Sheppard gives a look of sadness.

“You can! Dial it now!” He shouts, putting on his weapons belt and standing in front of the gate.

“We can’t. There’s a couple hive ships using a time layover right near there. It’s too risky. She’ll be fine. It doesn’t look like they’re landing on Sateda.” Sheppard informs, giving Ronon’s heart more pain.

“Wraith hive ships. Wraith. Hive. Ships.” He states out loud, his heart beating off rhythm and poorly.

“Yeah, I’m sorry. We can’t dial a gate anywhere near that.”

“You just did! You let her go into that wormhole!” He thunders, reaching the main room.

“I’m sorry Ronon! You can’t go!” Weir shouts, speed walknig to get to him before he broke something on the dial.

“She’s gonna die!” He gives a desperate cry, Teyla rushing to his side for support.

“She’ll survive. She’s survived this long, she’ll continue.” Teyla assures, patting his shoulder. Tears fall down his face and his sea legs carry him to his room, where he falls onto his bed, feeling the anguish rush over him like a crushing wave.

“She’s gonna survive. She has too.” He lets the tears fall down his face for only a moment before listening to the voices muffled outside the door.

“We can tell him, but we can’t take it anywhere. Not yet. If we dial the gate with enough power, we could send a weapons belt and possibly a jumper through. Ronon’s gonna wanna go.”

“He can drive the jumper I guess.” Ronon stands and hooks on his belt and steps out into the hall, ready to go.

“I’m ready.” He barks as he heads to the jumper port with a key ready to leave.

“Ronon, you understand you may not come back?”Weir asks as they make their way to the port.

“And?” He asks, waiting for a real reason.

“Well I just think we should talk about--”

“About nothing. You let her go through that gate. You let her leave, so unless you plan on going in there, let me go. Now.” He growls as he climbs into the jumper. John does a quick check to make sure everything is in order before giving the go ahead, sending Ronon to what could possibly be his doom.

“I’m going with him. I can’t send a soldier in alone.” Sheppard jumps into another jumper and takes off after him.

 Ronon lands the jumper and drives it behind a couple huge trees to block it in the case of the Wraith stopping on this planet. Disengaging the engine, he closes his eyes and hears her heart beating very close by. Trekking over to the lake where they used to play the rock game, he finds her sitting under a tree looking across the lake.

“Hey.” He calls, stamping down the underbrush beneath his feet. Yanking her knife from her side holster, she throws it and sticks it in a tree behind him.

“What are you doing here?” She asks, eyes never meeting his own.

“Just wanted to see you. I was worried.” He shrugs, sitting beside her in the thick, green grass.

“You told me to go. You know I have to listen to you.” She mutters, looking up at him for only a second.

“I know, I shouldn’t have said that. I just never though you’d choose Sateda over being in Atlantis with me. I’m sorry.” He pulls her into a hug and leans his heavy head onto hers.

“I know, Ro. But I can be useful! I can be an asset in most of the explorations if you give me the chance. I wanna help, Ro.” She exclaims as she leans against him.

“Guys! I hate to break up this happy reunion! But Wraith are incoming and we need to jump the hell out of here!” Ronon first jumps before realizing its Sheppard calling to them. He grabs her hand and pulls her to his jumper.

“Tell me I can go on the trips.” She orders, digging in her heels to stop herself from being pulled.

“What?” He asks, grabbing both her arms and attempting to lift her.

“I said, tell me I can go on the trips.” She snarls, putting all her weight against him to keep her position.

“Can’t we talk about this when the Wraith aren’t trying to kill us?” He shouts over the whirring of the incoming ships and the loud air tunnel the landing blades made as it got closer.

“No! Tell me I can go!” She shouts, leaning away from him. Sheppard grabs her shoulders and shakes her.

“I’ll tell you you’re a god if you get in that jumper! You can go on the trips! Now get in that damn jumper before we become the next meal!” Sheppard shouts, pointing angrily to Ronon’s jumper.

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SGA

Season 3 episode 9

- theyre taking Carson with them??? FINALLY

- it's not a fun mission unless theres dead bodies!! 🙃

- ronons gun powering up 🔥🔥

- Rodney hiding behind the marine

- this cave has veins and im creeped out

- "oh for gods sake enough with the bodies"

- FLESHY WIRES Y U C K

- "or sterility issues" lmfao

- oooooo a video

- "prometheous" huh?????? That ship already blew up bruh

- "ever since I was shot in the ass by an arrow ive been prone to sciatica"

- is it already affecting John??

- WHAT WAS THAT INVISIBLE THING

- why is ronon the only one that can see it

- HOLY SHIT EXPLOSION

- carson and teyla being good healers 😩😩👌👌👌

- Oh I didnt even realise the DHD was destroyed until Rodney walked up to it

- my doctor boy 😍😍😍

- "I'm sorry doctor mckay"

"Dont worry about me right now. Focus on you" 😭😭😭😭😭😭

- is this guy gonna die ??? bc I cant take seeing sad!Carson

- again ronon is the only one who sees this thing?

- "what DID you say?" Rodney talks faster than Andy samberg on adderal

- this sweet soldier guy helping out ❤💗

- OH SHIT TEYLA

- John has had ENOUGH

- theyre all affected and now they cant do anything bc it could fake!!! Teyla however........seems fine

- "any thoughts about killing me?" No more than usual I'm sure

- maybe shes immune??? Good thought John you may be right

- when in doubt blow yourself up

- "I gotta get his tags" this line obliterated me where I stood

- this kid just fucking died???? Jesus

- wait hes alive????? I'm so confused. I have no idea What is real anymore

- Rodney mentions his weed adventure in college again 🌿🌿

- John is losing it

- john flashback???👀👀👀 I'm excited

- I take it back. this is gonna turn out sad isnt it

- ronon shot the UAV didnt he

- I hate being right

- what is Rodney gonna see??? Or Carson???? I'm very interested in what they might see

- OK NEVERMIND THIS IS AWFUL

- this is so trippy

- John vs ronon

- carson no come back!!!! I really hope ur not clinging to a corpse right now

- ronon can see teyla???

- NO DONT SHOOT-- FUCK RODNEY DONT DIE PLS

- uuugghhhhh david giving me the BEST Rodney whump

- teyla taking charge!!! Her acting is just 💯💯💯👏👏👏👏

- omg that guy lived??? Way to go Carson. thats some doctoring

- "I'm sorry for shooting everyone!!"

- teyla asking what we all thinking. Sad that he didnt save that holland guy. But they all lived!!! Mission accomplished

- "you shot me!!"

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October Fics Day 20: Tea

Pairing: Ronon Dex/Aiden Ford Pre-Slash

Rating: G

Words: 828

Summary: Aiden's not feeling too hot. Ronon wants him to stop running.

Set sometime during Pegasus Miracles.

Read on AO3 or below!

Ronon finds him in his room, rings the chime enough times that Aiden can’t credibly ignore him. He sloughs the blankets off, straightens his shirt and the covers, tries not to look as though he’s just crawled out of the bed.

“You look like crap,” Ronon says, pushing past him. “Get back in bed.”

“I wasn’t in bed,” Aiden protests, but Ronon just raises his brows and laughs. It tugs a smile from Aiden’s own aching head, and he shuffles back without protests, gets under the covers when Ronon throws him a look.

“You came here to make sure I was in bed?” Aiden asks after a moment, watching as Ronon rifles in the corner kitchenette.

“I came to make sure you were ok. You don’t have to crawl off and hide like a dying animal, you know.”

Aiden flushes, from fever he thinks, and he’s so thrown off by Ronon’s towering presence in his tiny, bare room, the way the man manages to be both unassuming and somehow take up the whole field of Aiden’s vision, that he almost misses the hissing sound of the electric kettle and the unmistakable sound of water being poured.

“How’d you even know I was sick?” Aiden asks. He’d only felt the beginnings of a cold when he’d last seen the team a couple days ago, the tickle in his throat, that telltale grossness in his sinuses, the headache that had threatened to bloom. He’d laid low since, huddled away in his room with packets of instant soup and Sheppard’s comic book collection, waiting for the damn thing to pass.

“You were sniffling at breakfast. You only took tea, even though you usually have coffee. Picked at your oatmeal. And then you didn’t show up to spar.”

Aiden groans. He’s only just begun to practice with Teyla again, sometimes joined by John and Ronon.

“Shit. Sorry. Was Teyla pissed off?”

Ronon chuckles, deep and rich. “Nah, just worried. John thought you might be in one of your moods, Teyla thought maybe she’s been demanding too much of you, that you still need more space.”

It shakes Aiden, just a bit, to hear it all put to bluntly, to hear Ronon talk about his feelings directly, with no euphemisms or qualifiers.

“Can you tell them I’m sorry? I just- I forgot.”

“Tell them yourself,” Ronon says, and then he’s pressing a hot mug into Aiden’s hands. He drops into the chair next to the bed, watching intently as Aiden sniffs the mug. His nose is too stuffed up, he can only get the slightest whiff of herbs and nothing else.

“This isn’t one of Teyla’s concoctions is it?” Aiden asks, skeptically. He can remember olen bark tea and tuttle root stew, and he has no desire to add stomach cramps to his already long list of ailments.

Ronon barks out a laugh.

“No, it’s one of mine. It’s a brew I used to make when I got sick running. It’s tulm leaves, some bitterroot, pinch of ground col. Couldn’t get any dried visaerium, but I substituted peppermint and chamomile, which works pretty well too.”

Aiden blows on the mug, takes a small sip. It tastes herbal and earthy, with just the slightest sharpness of the mint. It isn’t bad, he thinks, not at all. He takes another sip, the warmth soothing the tickle at the back of his throat.

“It’s sweet?” he asks. He’s never had tulm, but col is a woodsy bark and bitterroot, is, as the name implies, anything but sugary.

Ronon looks pleased with himself, and Aiden wonders for a moment, when he started to be able to decipher Ronon’s moods. “I added honey. Jennifer said it helps with sore throats.”

“It’s good. Thanks,” Aiden adds, almost as an afterthought.

They sit in a comfortable silence, Aiden sipping his tea and Ronon watching. It should be disconcerting, a bit awkward if nothing else, but Aiden finds his presence soothing, familiar.

With every hot, sweet mouthful, Aiden can feel the ache in his tissues ease, the tension in his head dissipate. Warmth returns to his bones, and he shuffles a little further down into bed.

“I wasted a lot of time. Not letting other people help. You don’t have to do that, you know.” Ronon says. He reaches down, tugs the blanket over Aiden’s feet, where a few sock-clad toes have been exposed.

Aiden grunts, non-committal and Ronon sighs. He finishes the tea, and Ronon takes the empty mug, rinses it and sets it on the side.

“You should have some every few hours. Just add a few heaping spoons to the teapot. I left a jar on the side.”

Ronon moves to leave, and maybe it’s the fever, not quite broken, or maybe it’s the tea, already easing Aiden towards a light doze, but he murmurs before he thinks.

“Stay.”

His eyelids droop, and he catches Ronon sliding back into the chair, just before he drifts off to sleep.