Dated June 13th, After McKay's Party

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They had found the abandoned hut easily and thankfully, whoever had occupied it before had even left a bed and some covers. After getting Austin settled, Brendan had gone outside to find Ronon dozing under a tree, rather than gone altogether like he'd expected. The walk back to New Atlantis had been quiet but amicable enough, with Brendan tossing

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[rdex]

Ronon just grunted as he sat himself down on his leaf-stuffed bed, keeping the handkerchief close to his neck. Stupid terminator, who said he could bite? "What are you going to do?" Ronon asked, but it was apparent enough when Brendan had grabbed the first aid kit and a bowl. Great.

"Fine." Brendan was no Dr. Keller, but Ronon guessed he would have to do. Ronon then shifted himself around on his bed and flopped himself down on his back. It was standard infirmary procedure anyway. He was pretty sure Brendan knew what to do.

[agent_dean]

"I'm just going to clean the area so it doesn't get infected. Do you have any idea how dirty the human mouth is?" Brendan waited for Ronon to lie still before he leaned and took the handkercheif from him, pulling it away from the wound slowly even though it seemed to want to stick there.

The teeth marks were very evident and pretty bloody, and Brendan grimaced. That really must have hurt. "Why do you two hate each other so much anyway?" Brendan put the handkercheif aside and opened the first aid kit, taking out the small face towel he had stored there. He soaked it in the water and wrung it out before he dabbed lightly at the wound.

[rdex]

Ronon had no idea about the average human mouth, but figured that Austin's mouth was probably one of the nastiest. It had felt that way anyway. Ronon just looked at Brendan at that, hardly flinching when he had pulled the handkerchief away.

"He bothers me," Ronon supplied, as Brendan dabbed at his neck with the cloth. It felt soothing yet stung at the same time. Ronon hurt a lot all over, actually, but he wasn't exactly in agony. He mostly felt good, having at least gotten away with beating Austin up for awhile. The alcohol probably helped.

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"Kinda got the impression you bothered him, too." Brendan's eyes flicked up to Ronon's face briefly, a small smile dancing around them. "You smell like beer." He continued to wipe lightly at the wound, cleaning most of the blood away although some still continued to seep slowly out.

The truth was that Ronon smelt like more than just beer: he also smelt like blood, and dirt, and very faintly - vomit. Even after Ronon had tossed away the shirt Austin had thrown up all over, Brendan could still detect a faint whiff of it on Ronon's bare chest. Which was rather ... manly and exposed at the moment. Darn Ronon.

Brendan rinsed out the towel in the water and wrung it out once more before reaching for the disinfectant. "I'm going to disinfect the wound now," he said, dampening the cloth with it. "It'll probably sting a bit."

[rdex]

"I like beer," Ronon said, staring up at Brendan as he wiped away at his wound. Maybe if Ronon crossed his eyes and slapped a blonde wig on the guy he'd look more like Keller.

"Okay," Ronon said easily enough. Ronon was familiar with disinfectant. Stung like hell but it was necessary to get all the germs off. And in this case, terminator germs. If there even was such a thing.

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"Oh, I know, big guy."

With that, Brendan swiped the cloth over the open wound, dabbing up some more of the blood in the process.

[rdex]

Ronon didn't jerk so much as he let out a bit of a yell, his mouth pulling tight as Brendan dabbed him with the disinfectant. His first reaction was to punch the person causing him all the pain, but he managed to stop himself. The person causing him pain was Brendan, Ronon probably shouldn't punch him.

"I'm going to kill him," Ronon bit out, feeling pretty disgruntled about the whole thing. Biting was supposed to be a last ditch effort. But then, maybe Austin had been running out of options. Yeah, Ronon liked it better that way. Austin was getting his ass beat and couldn't think of anything else to do but bite Ronon. Made sense. Ronon was virtually unbeatable after all.

[agent_dean]

Brendan had to fight a smile at Ronon's yell. So maybe he was just a little bit vindictive over all the pushing and glaring and pulling he'd been put through, trying to pull them apart. He was only human. Brendan quickly finished cleaning the wound before he dropped the cloth back into the water and got a bandage out of the first aid kit. It was square and gauze and fit just perfectly over the teeth marks on Ronon's neck.

"We should probably clean that again later," Brendan said, rinsing the cloth out again so he could clean the wounds on Ronon's face. "And you're not going to kill him."

[rdex]

Ronon just grit his teeth until Brendan was finally done bandaging up his neck, and only then managed to relax, flopping back onto his pillow. "Who's going to stop me? You? Him?" Ronon doubted it, as he had dislocated Austin's shoulder without really trying.

Ronon eyed Brendan suspiciously. He was pretty sure he had seen a hint of a smile there. "What's so funny?"

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"I know I still don't know you that well, but you don't strike me as the type of person who'd just run around killing people without a really good reason." Brendan eyed Ronon for a moment before he leaned in and started to lightly clean the wounds on Ronon's face.

"And what do you mean? I'm not laughing."

[rdex]

"You're smirking then," Ronon said, relaxing fully again as he fell into the familiar routine of 'letting someone fix my wounds'.

While it was true that Ronon wasn't the type to run around killing just anyone, he sure as hell was capable of it. But Ronon wasn't heartless. Nor a Wraith. So of course he'd need good reason. The terminator constantly stalking him and hanging around New Atlantis was a good reason. The terminator being an annoying little robot jerkface was too. "I'm still going to kill him."

[agent_dean]

Brendan just made a non-committal hmming sound, and went back to cleaning Ronon's cuts, occasionally rinsing the towel off as he went. When the blood was mostly gone, he tossed the towel back into the water and got out a fresh one, wetting it with the disinfectant.

"This won't be as bad, these wounds aren't as deep," Brendan said, and then cleaned them off as fast as he could. After all, Ronon was hurt already and he'd have a hell of a hangover tomorrow. Brendan wasn't heartless either.

[rdex]

Ronon's face only twitched slightly when the disinfectant touched his other wounds, the sting not as severe. It was the bite mark on his neck that was the problem. Stupid terminator.

"So, how do I look?" Ronon asked after a moment, as he hadn't exactly gotten the chance to see himself yet. He probably looked like crap, like he usually did after fights like this. "Think I can still get a date?"

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Brendan drew back when he was finished, dropping the second wash cloth into the bowl of water as well. He looked Ronon over. "Depends on what kinda girl you'd ask," he said, smiling faintly. "And you look like you've been in a big, stupid fight. But ... it's not too bad considering. Let me get you some ice from the cooler so you don't swell up too much."

Brendan got to his feet, picking up the bowl and the first aid kit as he did. He dropped the kit by his bed before he dumped the water out the window into a bush. He wrung out both towels as well; he would bring them down to the laundry later. After he'd put the first aid kit away, Brendan took an ice pack out of the cooler (he always had one or two standing by, just in case), and brought it over to Ronon.

"Here." He put it up against Ronon's face, where he'd gotten the brunt of the cuff. Brendan couldn't help but feel a little guilty about that.

[rdex]

Ronon just watched as Brendan moved about the hut, cleaning up efficiently and resembling some sort of house servant. It was kind of funny.

"You don't have to watch over me, you know," Ronon commented when Brendan had sat down next to him again. He let Brendan hold the ice against his head, not really bothering to try and hold it himself. It felt kind of good he guessed, but he wasn't much of a ice your wounds kind of guy. A cold slab of meat probably would've worked better.

[agent_dean]

Brendan tilted his head slightly, moving his gaze from the ice pack to meet Ronon's eyes. "Well. That's what friends are for. We watch out for each other."

The truth was, Brendan felt guilty for quite a bit of what had happened that day, but he was trying not to let it get to him. He was quite aware that it was something he would live with and remember for ... well, forever, probably.

"Am I making you uncomfortable? I apologize, sometimes I can't tell these things."