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Title: I Am The Weapon (a.k.a. Miles To Go Before we Sleep Together)
Rating: PG-13 for now, will go up...eventually...
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...
11
They were camped, for the third night in a row, on P4X-744, babysitting the engineers while they put the finishing touches of a filtration and irrigation system for their new best friends, in hopes that they would, one day soon, be able to subsist on anything besides fermented worm stew.
Sheppard walked the perimeter of their campsite, admittedly more bored than alert, a fact brought roughly home when he was tackled to the ground. He started fighting as he fell, but by the time he'd landed, he'd felt the dreadlocks brushing against his neck.
"Hi Ronon."
"Hi."
"Why did you do that?"
"You let your guard down."
"I know. So this is you teaching me a lesson, then?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. If I say that I've got it, would you get the hell off of me?"
"Oh. Yeah. Sorry." Ronon stood up, dragging Sheppard with him.
"Jeez, warn a guy, would ya?" He brushed dirt off his clothes, and, deciding that this perimeter check was already a wash, moved back towards the fire.
"Before launching a surprise attack? Sure thing."
Sheppard rolled his eyes right back at him. "Shouldn't you be asleep?"
They sat down, shoulder to shoulder in front of the low fire. There was a chill in the air, almost cold enough to wish for heavier coats, but not quite. Ronon, not for the first time, had apparently assigned himself the duty of not only handling his own watch, and staying awake to listen for trouble during Rodney's, but also keeping Sheppard awake through his.
"Probably, but… Not happening tonight, I guess." Ronon spun a knife, idly, still smirking. "I could cover your watch, if you want. And you should, seeing as how you've already been defeated once tonight."
Sheppard just looked at him. Every time they had the argument, it always wound up the same. Ronon continued, cheerfully. "Really. I'm not tired. I'll sleep in the jumper on the way back."
"But before that, you'll get tired and cranky, and I have to put up with you." This, as Sheppard had expected, was met with an eye-roll, which he countered with an embarrassingly jaw-popping yawn. "See? I rest my case."
12 The Long Goodbye
Rating: PG-13 for now, will go up...eventually...
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...
11
They were camped, for the third night in a row, on P4X-744, babysitting the engineers while they put the finishing touches of a filtration and irrigation system for their new best friends, in hopes that they would, one day soon, be able to subsist on anything besides fermented worm stew.
Sheppard walked the perimeter of their campsite, admittedly more bored than alert, a fact brought roughly home when he was tackled to the ground. He started fighting as he fell, but by the time he'd landed, he'd felt the dreadlocks brushing against his neck.
"Hi Ronon."
"Hi."
"Why did you do that?"
"You let your guard down."
"I know. So this is you teaching me a lesson, then?"
"Yeah."
"Okay. If I say that I've got it, would you get the hell off of me?"
"Oh. Yeah. Sorry." Ronon stood up, dragging Sheppard with him.
"Jeez, warn a guy, would ya?" He brushed dirt off his clothes, and, deciding that this perimeter check was already a wash, moved back towards the fire.
"Before launching a surprise attack? Sure thing."
Sheppard rolled his eyes right back at him. "Shouldn't you be asleep?"
They sat down, shoulder to shoulder in front of the low fire. There was a chill in the air, almost cold enough to wish for heavier coats, but not quite. Ronon, not for the first time, had apparently assigned himself the duty of not only handling his own watch, and staying awake to listen for trouble during Rodney's, but also keeping Sheppard awake through his.
"Probably, but… Not happening tonight, I guess." Ronon spun a knife, idly, still smirking. "I could cover your watch, if you want. And you should, seeing as how you've already been defeated once tonight."
Sheppard just looked at him. Every time they had the argument, it always wound up the same. Ronon continued, cheerfully. "Really. I'm not tired. I'll sleep in the jumper on the way back."
"But before that, you'll get tired and cranky, and I have to put up with you." This, as Sheppard had expected, was met with an eye-roll, which he countered with an embarrassingly jaw-popping yawn. "See? I rest my case."
12 The Long Goodbye