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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...
20
Ronon half-listened to McKay and Sheppard's argument about the meal they'd just eaten as he watched for Teyla among the people filtering into the room. She wasn't, which was odd, because this was a good way to learn about Earth culture, and she usually was the first one to ask questions afterward. Ronon knew he wasn't as good at articulating them, but he still liked hearing the answers.
Soon, though, the lights were turned down, and he turned his attention to the screen as Zelenka announced that Lorne's team had selected tonight's double feature.
The first movie began, starting with two men in a dirty tiled room, and then more torture than humans were supposed to be capable of. Ronon repeatedly found himself closing his eyes, having to remind himself that it was just a film.
This is not real.
Ronon wanted to leave, but he couldn't tear his eyes from the screen.
They're acting.
He wished he had, though, because the second movie was no better. One person was burned alive. A woman was thrown into a pit full of syringes.
People don't do this.
He glanced away from the movie, and looked over to the far side of the room, where Cadman laughed at something Lorne had said, while they eyed the screen like vultures.
They just watch it for entertainment.
He wasn't sure what he looked like, but it probably wasn't good, because Sheppard nudged him as soon as the credits began to roll. He looked apologetic, which meant that something must have been showing on his own face. "You doing alright?"
Ronon moved his legs so a group of scientists, arguing already, could step past. Looking around, he saw the marines preparing for the shift change. No one was listening to them.
They're not supposed to get away with it. They're not supposed to win, he was thinking, but he didn't want to explain it to Sheppard, or have Sheppard explain anything to him. Not right now. "Yeah. I'm fine."
He wandered the halls for an hour or two, before returning to his quarters, knowing that he was due for some bad dreams, and not eager to rush towards them. He found Sheppard waiting outside his door, leaning against the wall, looking tired. Nodding, he opened the door, and allowed Sheppard to follow him inside. "What's up?"
"Kind of got the impression you weren't impressed with the movie. Didn't get it, or didn't like it? You split out of there before we could do the usual Q and A."
"Neither."
John's lips quirked sleepily. "Fair enough. I'm not surprised, really. I warned Teyla about it, but I forgot to tell you. Anyhow, I know you sometimes…" He sighed, and shook his head, before proffering a small bottle, handing it to Ronon. "They're sleeping pills. I just got them off Beckett, since we have to be up in a little less than six hours to gate through for the mission. Take one if you're having trouble sleeping." Sheppard looked like he was trying not to embarrass Ronon, so he played along.
"Okay." He shook the bottle. "You need one?"
"No thanks." Sheppard actually smiled, shaking his head. "Got my own when I need them. Anyhow, see you in a few hours." He began making his way back out of the room.
"Sheppard. Hang on. The movies. Why do your people like them?"
"Earth is, for most people, safe enough that most people go through life having nothing to fear. They like the reminder, maybe. I dunno." He shrugged. "That's just my guess."
"Did you like the movies?"
"Not really."
"Why not?"
"The good guys didn't win. Always kind of bugs me."
"Yeah. Same here." He found himself almost matching Sheppard's grin. "Anyhow, thanks. For the pills."
"No problem. See you in the morning."
Ronon didn't like taking medicine. Painkillers dulled everything too much; these would probably make him stupid in the morning. They might make him slow. They might make him unable to wake from whatever nightmare he might not have in the first place.
But Sheppard had thought he might need or want them, and that counted for a lot, apparently, because he took one of the pills before stripping for bed.
He lay down, and began to doze off. Somewhere in the haze, he was surprised to find that he wasn't thinking about what it would feel like to gouge out his own eye, or have his jaw ripped off. Instead he was thinking about Sheppard. That he cared enough to wait up for him, to make sure he got some sleep, and to do what he could to stand between Ronon and his nightmares, without saying so.
He felt warm and fearless, comfortable and heavy in his bed. Shoulders relaxing, letting the day's guard drop, he began to fall into a soft sleep. His last conscious thought was that Beckett, and Sheppard, both knew their medicine.
21 Common Ground
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...
20
Ronon half-listened to McKay and Sheppard's argument about the meal they'd just eaten as he watched for Teyla among the people filtering into the room. She wasn't, which was odd, because this was a good way to learn about Earth culture, and she usually was the first one to ask questions afterward. Ronon knew he wasn't as good at articulating them, but he still liked hearing the answers.
Soon, though, the lights were turned down, and he turned his attention to the screen as Zelenka announced that Lorne's team had selected tonight's double feature.
The first movie began, starting with two men in a dirty tiled room, and then more torture than humans were supposed to be capable of. Ronon repeatedly found himself closing his eyes, having to remind himself that it was just a film.
This is not real.
Ronon wanted to leave, but he couldn't tear his eyes from the screen.
They're acting.
He wished he had, though, because the second movie was no better. One person was burned alive. A woman was thrown into a pit full of syringes.
People don't do this.
He glanced away from the movie, and looked over to the far side of the room, where Cadman laughed at something Lorne had said, while they eyed the screen like vultures.
They just watch it for entertainment.
He wasn't sure what he looked like, but it probably wasn't good, because Sheppard nudged him as soon as the credits began to roll. He looked apologetic, which meant that something must have been showing on his own face. "You doing alright?"
Ronon moved his legs so a group of scientists, arguing already, could step past. Looking around, he saw the marines preparing for the shift change. No one was listening to them.
They're not supposed to get away with it. They're not supposed to win, he was thinking, but he didn't want to explain it to Sheppard, or have Sheppard explain anything to him. Not right now. "Yeah. I'm fine."
He wandered the halls for an hour or two, before returning to his quarters, knowing that he was due for some bad dreams, and not eager to rush towards them. He found Sheppard waiting outside his door, leaning against the wall, looking tired. Nodding, he opened the door, and allowed Sheppard to follow him inside. "What's up?"
"Kind of got the impression you weren't impressed with the movie. Didn't get it, or didn't like it? You split out of there before we could do the usual Q and A."
"Neither."
John's lips quirked sleepily. "Fair enough. I'm not surprised, really. I warned Teyla about it, but I forgot to tell you. Anyhow, I know you sometimes…" He sighed, and shook his head, before proffering a small bottle, handing it to Ronon. "They're sleeping pills. I just got them off Beckett, since we have to be up in a little less than six hours to gate through for the mission. Take one if you're having trouble sleeping." Sheppard looked like he was trying not to embarrass Ronon, so he played along.
"Okay." He shook the bottle. "You need one?"
"No thanks." Sheppard actually smiled, shaking his head. "Got my own when I need them. Anyhow, see you in a few hours." He began making his way back out of the room.
"Sheppard. Hang on. The movies. Why do your people like them?"
"Earth is, for most people, safe enough that most people go through life having nothing to fear. They like the reminder, maybe. I dunno." He shrugged. "That's just my guess."
"Did you like the movies?"
"Not really."
"Why not?"
"The good guys didn't win. Always kind of bugs me."
"Yeah. Same here." He found himself almost matching Sheppard's grin. "Anyhow, thanks. For the pills."
"No problem. See you in the morning."
Ronon didn't like taking medicine. Painkillers dulled everything too much; these would probably make him stupid in the morning. They might make him slow. They might make him unable to wake from whatever nightmare he might not have in the first place.
But Sheppard had thought he might need or want them, and that counted for a lot, apparently, because he took one of the pills before stripping for bed.
He lay down, and began to doze off. Somewhere in the haze, he was surprised to find that he wasn't thinking about what it would feel like to gouge out his own eye, or have his jaw ripped off. Instead he was thinking about Sheppard. That he cared enough to wait up for him, to make sure he got some sleep, and to do what he could to stand between Ronon and his nightmares, without saying so.
He felt warm and fearless, comfortable and heavy in his bed. Shoulders relaxing, letting the day's guard drop, he began to fall into a soft sleep. His last conscious thought was that Beckett, and Sheppard, both knew their medicine.
21 Common Ground