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jendavisTitle: I Am The Weapon (a.k.a. Miles To Go Before we Sleep Together)
Rating: R, Just to be on the safe side.
By: Jenda Vis
Spoilers: Oh, all the way through to the bitter end. Seriously. Pretty much every episode.
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: Sheppard/Dex
Genre: Drabbles, Episode Tags
Warnings: Unbetaed AND it's the first thing (well, er, things) I've ever written of my own free will.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, don't take this too seriously.
Summary: They don't always get along...
51 The Kindred 1
When Ronon had first come to Atlantis, he'd had to learn to walk again. Cultivating silence had been no trouble out in the world, because nature was never silent. The city was nothing like nature, but most days he forgot about it. Voices in the gate room, radios going off, peals of laughter from down the hall, pots clanging in the kitchen proved that Atlantis was alive.
But some days, it was solid, mute metal, and didn't seem to breathe. The city was holding its breath now, waiting for Keller's results.
It can't be Beckett, he tried not to think. Beckett is dead.
His next step echoed in the hallway and he slowed his momentum. Listen. Breathe.
He'd waited in the observation room with the others, trying to decide if this Carson Beckett was the same man that had pulled trackers and bullets out of his body. The same man he owed his life to three times over. He didn't even know what he wanted to believe.
Ronon didn't believe in ghosts, and wanted to ask Teyla about omens, but her absence answered his questions just as plainly. If this was an omen, then some great loss was coming their way- beyond the Athosians, beyond Teyla. Like this was the setup for some sort of trade, and he was already running out of people to stand with.
He knew, somehow, that he would be left to fight alone, again. That, at least, he could prepare for. So he walked, and tried not to think about anything but silence.
His new boots fit properly, and they weren't stolen off a dead man, but they made his steps loud. They made the floors feel strange, as if he was being suddenly forced to pay attention to something that had been there the entire time. They didn't feel right. He wondered if John or Lorne noticed how strange the floor felt. If such a small detail really could change the entire perception of reality.
Turning around another corner, he tried to remember what it felt like not knowing that three doors down the hall was the reading library. Another turn, and he'd be passing the transporter. He knew now that he could take it back to the infirmary, then go down another corridor to the observation room, where the rest of the team- the remnants of the team- still waited for the results.
He turned left instead, and went down the stairs, stopping to listen. There was no one here, no one to hear him, and he surprised himself by relaxing, just a little.
The sun had almost set, the light was coming in pink through the windows, and he went down another hallway, trying to decide if it was time to rearrange the knives in his hair. The bands were growing out and some of the blades were starting to clink together.
Soon, there was nothing there but his breath and his steps, and he supposed that it was what meditation was supposed to feel like.
He was so focused on quieting his motion that when he came around the corner and saw the women, he was as startled as they were. He tried stepping back as the women broke their kiss and jumped quickly apart, but it was a useless gesture.
Captain Alicia Vega's eyes flashed at him, terrified, before trying for neutral. It wasn't surprising. She was a capable fighter, as long as her opponent didn't look her in the eyes. They gave every move away, and Ronon guessed it couldn't be trained out of her. Not at this point, though it didn't stop him from trying. Besides, if Sheppard was correct, her best fighting was done from the cockpit of an F302.
Amelia Banks, on the other hand, who usually had a better sense of humor than most of the other gate techs, was surprisingly cold and calculating, already trying to uncover the reason for his trespassing.
Ronon spoke first. "Sorry. Didn't know anyone was down here," he raised his hands, and took another step back, without being entirely sure why he did so.
Because you're not supposed to be here, and you know it.
"Either did we." Banks smirked, the dare still in her eyes, as she shifted, just a little bit, subtly placing herself between Vega and the threat he represented, but she said nothing more.
Ronon nodded once and began again down the hallway, his footsteps deliberately loud, trying to prove to the women that he was leaving.
It felt more like he was trying to announce to the city that he belonged there, but he doubted Atlantis believed it.
---
Banks found him on his way to dinner, and something was different. Smiling, embarrassed and hopeful, she was nothing at all like the woman he'd met in the hallway hours before.
"Um, Ronon? Got a second?"
No, he wanted to say, because he had already catalogued that look in her eye- he'd seen it on a few other faces in the previous hours as people finally began to sort out what they thought of Beckett's return. He wasn't sure if he envied their optimism, or pitied it, but he was already tired of seeing it. They're just setting themselves for a harder fall.
"Yeah?"
"I wanted to apologize about earlier. Didn't mean to be such a bitch. You just startled us."
"It's okay," he said, and began walking again. She stepped into his path with a put-upon sigh, and almost rolled her eyes.
"I, um. Look. I know you're friends with Colonel Sheppard. Have you told him about what you saw?"
"Haven't seen him yet, but I don't know what there is to tell him."
"Could you please not tell him anything? I don't want to make any assumptions about what you know, but Vega can get in a lot of trouble, and the woman can fly runs on hive ships, but she's in her room freaking-"
"It's okay." Ronon glanced down the hallway. No one was within earshot. "You don't have to worry about Sheppard. And I'm not going to tell anyone. But be careful. And tell Vega to relax, but to watch her eyes. She'll know what I mean."
Banks smiled at that. "Thanks, I owe you one. We both do." and she was off again, back towards the control room.
52 The Kindred 2
Rating: R, Just to be on the safe side.
By: Jenda Vis
Spoilers: Oh, all the way through to the bitter end. Seriously. Pretty much every episode.
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: Sheppard/Dex
Genre: Drabbles, Episode Tags
Warnings: Unbetaed AND it's the first thing (well, er, things) I've ever written of my own free will.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, don't take this too seriously.
Summary: They don't always get along...
51 The Kindred 1
When Ronon had first come to Atlantis, he'd had to learn to walk again. Cultivating silence had been no trouble out in the world, because nature was never silent. The city was nothing like nature, but most days he forgot about it. Voices in the gate room, radios going off, peals of laughter from down the hall, pots clanging in the kitchen proved that Atlantis was alive.
But some days, it was solid, mute metal, and didn't seem to breathe. The city was holding its breath now, waiting for Keller's results.
It can't be Beckett, he tried not to think. Beckett is dead.
His next step echoed in the hallway and he slowed his momentum. Listen. Breathe.
He'd waited in the observation room with the others, trying to decide if this Carson Beckett was the same man that had pulled trackers and bullets out of his body. The same man he owed his life to three times over. He didn't even know what he wanted to believe.
Ronon didn't believe in ghosts, and wanted to ask Teyla about omens, but her absence answered his questions just as plainly. If this was an omen, then some great loss was coming their way- beyond the Athosians, beyond Teyla. Like this was the setup for some sort of trade, and he was already running out of people to stand with.
He knew, somehow, that he would be left to fight alone, again. That, at least, he could prepare for. So he walked, and tried not to think about anything but silence.
His new boots fit properly, and they weren't stolen off a dead man, but they made his steps loud. They made the floors feel strange, as if he was being suddenly forced to pay attention to something that had been there the entire time. They didn't feel right. He wondered if John or Lorne noticed how strange the floor felt. If such a small detail really could change the entire perception of reality.
Turning around another corner, he tried to remember what it felt like not knowing that three doors down the hall was the reading library. Another turn, and he'd be passing the transporter. He knew now that he could take it back to the infirmary, then go down another corridor to the observation room, where the rest of the team- the remnants of the team- still waited for the results.
He turned left instead, and went down the stairs, stopping to listen. There was no one here, no one to hear him, and he surprised himself by relaxing, just a little.
The sun had almost set, the light was coming in pink through the windows, and he went down another hallway, trying to decide if it was time to rearrange the knives in his hair. The bands were growing out and some of the blades were starting to clink together.
Soon, there was nothing there but his breath and his steps, and he supposed that it was what meditation was supposed to feel like.
He was so focused on quieting his motion that when he came around the corner and saw the women, he was as startled as they were. He tried stepping back as the women broke their kiss and jumped quickly apart, but it was a useless gesture.
Captain Alicia Vega's eyes flashed at him, terrified, before trying for neutral. It wasn't surprising. She was a capable fighter, as long as her opponent didn't look her in the eyes. They gave every move away, and Ronon guessed it couldn't be trained out of her. Not at this point, though it didn't stop him from trying. Besides, if Sheppard was correct, her best fighting was done from the cockpit of an F302.
Amelia Banks, on the other hand, who usually had a better sense of humor than most of the other gate techs, was surprisingly cold and calculating, already trying to uncover the reason for his trespassing.
Ronon spoke first. "Sorry. Didn't know anyone was down here," he raised his hands, and took another step back, without being entirely sure why he did so.
Because you're not supposed to be here, and you know it.
"Either did we." Banks smirked, the dare still in her eyes, as she shifted, just a little bit, subtly placing herself between Vega and the threat he represented, but she said nothing more.
Ronon nodded once and began again down the hallway, his footsteps deliberately loud, trying to prove to the women that he was leaving.
It felt more like he was trying to announce to the city that he belonged there, but he doubted Atlantis believed it.
---
Banks found him on his way to dinner, and something was different. Smiling, embarrassed and hopeful, she was nothing at all like the woman he'd met in the hallway hours before.
"Um, Ronon? Got a second?"
No, he wanted to say, because he had already catalogued that look in her eye- he'd seen it on a few other faces in the previous hours as people finally began to sort out what they thought of Beckett's return. He wasn't sure if he envied their optimism, or pitied it, but he was already tired of seeing it. They're just setting themselves for a harder fall.
"Yeah?"
"I wanted to apologize about earlier. Didn't mean to be such a bitch. You just startled us."
"It's okay," he said, and began walking again. She stepped into his path with a put-upon sigh, and almost rolled her eyes.
"I, um. Look. I know you're friends with Colonel Sheppard. Have you told him about what you saw?"
"Haven't seen him yet, but I don't know what there is to tell him."
"Could you please not tell him anything? I don't want to make any assumptions about what you know, but Vega can get in a lot of trouble, and the woman can fly runs on hive ships, but she's in her room freaking-"
"It's okay." Ronon glanced down the hallway. No one was within earshot. "You don't have to worry about Sheppard. And I'm not going to tell anyone. But be careful. And tell Vega to relax, but to watch her eyes. She'll know what I mean."
Banks smiled at that. "Thanks, I owe you one. We both do." and she was off again, back towards the control room.
52 The Kindred 2