A beginning of friendship Pt. 5/11
Jennifer made her way back to her quarters in a daze. She half-heartedly waved at a few people who greeted her on the way but in her mind she was in a different world. What just happened? Or, what just ALMOST happened? Her heart was racing as she closed the door to her room and hurried to take a shower before jumping into her uniform for her shift.
Drying her hair, she quickly checked her appearance in the mirror. Her hair looked OK, but styling it on Atlantis was much more timely and difficult than plugging a curling iron or curlers in on Earth. Instead, she quickly applied a little makeup, careful not to go overboard because she rarely went past the natural look, and ran out the door.
She stopped. What am I doing? This entire time on Atlantis I haven’t once worn makeup. What was the point? Well, it appeared like she had one now.
Walking quickly to the infirmary, she mentally pushed thoughts of Ronon out of her mind and tried to get into the mindset of her job. As she walked in, she noticed it was fairly busy for this time of afternoon. Cursing herself for not making time to grab food for lunch, she jumped in and began assisting and aiding other doctors.
Not before long, Rodney flew in and insisted on immediate treatment of an unknown looking rash on his stomach. She groaned, knowing fully she was the only doctor not currently with a patient, and examined him while listening to his other listings of ailments.
“Furthermore, doctor, I need you also to check…” he began just as she interrupted his sentence.
“Enough, Rodney. You’re fine,” she exclaimed. “Here, take this cream and apply it twice a day until it’s gone. More than likely the laundry people switched the detergent and you are experiencing a slight skin irritation.”
After the last words were out of her mouth, they both heard her stomach rumbling loudly. Although Rodney was put off by her pushing aside his complaints, he snickered at her embarrassment.
“Yes. Well, I think I just heard an earthquake on the mainland.” He began. “No, wait. Was that just your stomach?”
Despite her intentions to stay annoyed at him, she laughed and relaxed. “I forgot to grab lunch. Dinner. Whichever it’s called at 3 p.m.
Rodney smirked as he jumped off the examining table, happy he got in at least one jab for her minimizing his rash. Turning, he thanked her and walked out.
Not paying attention, he ran into a bleeding Ronon in front of the cafeteria.
“Ronon,” Rodney stopped and stared. “You’re bleeding.”
Ronon glanced up and glared. “I know.”
“Oh, OK. Well, if you’re on your way to the infirmary, take Dr. Keller something to eat. Unless you want to listen to her barren stomach growl at you the entire time.”
Rodney made his way back to his work area as Ronon thought, switched his direction, and stopped in the cafeteria to grab a meal for Jennifer while getting asked twice more if he knew he was bleeding.
Jennifer sat down for the first time since she came on shift to look over paperwork that came across her desk for acquisition of more medicine supplies. She glanced up just in time to see Ronon, who she had just spent better part of an hour trying to forget, appear with dried blood caked on his face. She instantly jumped up and ran over to him.
“What happened to your face?” She asked loudly. “When did this happen?” She grabbed the items from his hand, not noticing what it was, and put it on the empty gurney next to them. She pushed him onto the other gurney and shoved him on his back.
“Easy, there.” Ronon said. “Lorne just got a punch in after you left during training.”
She examined the wound, determining that it would need at least a few stitches. She sighed.
“Seriously, how many stitches am I going to put in you while I’m here? This is probably the third time I’ve done it, not to count how many others have probably sewn you up.” Jennifer said as she worked to close the wound.
Ronon just laid there, with a half smile on his face. “Probably not as much anymore,” gaging her mood, he went on. “Most of it was just an excuse come here to see you.”
Jennifer, shocked, dropped the needle and swatted his arm. “What? What do you mean? You purposely have been getting hurt just to talk to me?” She slammed down her gloves. “Have you ever heard of asking a woman out on a date?”
“No, actually. This way was easier.” He quickly stood up and trapped her between him and the empty gurney. “So, will you go somewhere with me tomorrow after we train?”
With her back to the gurney, she stumbled back only to have him steady her. “Uh, well. How about dinner and a movie? Well, Atlantis style. We can’t exactly make reservations for a four star restaurant and hit the theater here.”
Confused, he just looked down at her. “I won’t pretend like I understood a word you said. But how about we have dinner and then watch one of Sheppard’s movies this time?”
Keller swallowed. “Sounds good.”
Ronon looked like he wanted to do, or say, something more, but he shifted his gaze onto the gurney. “Here,” he grabbed the sandwich and bottle he snagged from the cafeteria. “Eat.”
She looked surprised that he would know she skipped lunch. “Rodney told me,” he explained.
Drying her hair, she quickly checked her appearance in the mirror. Her hair looked OK, but styling it on Atlantis was much more timely and difficult than plugging a curling iron or curlers in on Earth. Instead, she quickly applied a little makeup, careful not to go overboard because she rarely went past the natural look, and ran out the door.
She stopped. What am I doing? This entire time on Atlantis I haven’t once worn makeup. What was the point? Well, it appeared like she had one now.
Walking quickly to the infirmary, she mentally pushed thoughts of Ronon out of her mind and tried to get into the mindset of her job. As she walked in, she noticed it was fairly busy for this time of afternoon. Cursing herself for not making time to grab food for lunch, she jumped in and began assisting and aiding other doctors.
Not before long, Rodney flew in and insisted on immediate treatment of an unknown looking rash on his stomach. She groaned, knowing fully she was the only doctor not currently with a patient, and examined him while listening to his other listings of ailments.
“Furthermore, doctor, I need you also to check…” he began just as she interrupted his sentence.
“Enough, Rodney. You’re fine,” she exclaimed. “Here, take this cream and apply it twice a day until it’s gone. More than likely the laundry people switched the detergent and you are experiencing a slight skin irritation.”
After the last words were out of her mouth, they both heard her stomach rumbling loudly. Although Rodney was put off by her pushing aside his complaints, he snickered at her embarrassment.
“Yes. Well, I think I just heard an earthquake on the mainland.” He began. “No, wait. Was that just your stomach?”
Despite her intentions to stay annoyed at him, she laughed and relaxed. “I forgot to grab lunch. Dinner. Whichever it’s called at 3 p.m.
Rodney smirked as he jumped off the examining table, happy he got in at least one jab for her minimizing his rash. Turning, he thanked her and walked out.
Not paying attention, he ran into a bleeding Ronon in front of the cafeteria.
“Ronon,” Rodney stopped and stared. “You’re bleeding.”
Ronon glanced up and glared. “I know.”
“Oh, OK. Well, if you’re on your way to the infirmary, take Dr. Keller something to eat. Unless you want to listen to her barren stomach growl at you the entire time.”
Rodney made his way back to his work area as Ronon thought, switched his direction, and stopped in the cafeteria to grab a meal for Jennifer while getting asked twice more if he knew he was bleeding.
Jennifer sat down for the first time since she came on shift to look over paperwork that came across her desk for acquisition of more medicine supplies. She glanced up just in time to see Ronon, who she had just spent better part of an hour trying to forget, appear with dried blood caked on his face. She instantly jumped up and ran over to him.
“What happened to your face?” She asked loudly. “When did this happen?” She grabbed the items from his hand, not noticing what it was, and put it on the empty gurney next to them. She pushed him onto the other gurney and shoved him on his back.
“Easy, there.” Ronon said. “Lorne just got a punch in after you left during training.”
She examined the wound, determining that it would need at least a few stitches. She sighed.
“Seriously, how many stitches am I going to put in you while I’m here? This is probably the third time I’ve done it, not to count how many others have probably sewn you up.” Jennifer said as she worked to close the wound.
Ronon just laid there, with a half smile on his face. “Probably not as much anymore,” gaging her mood, he went on. “Most of it was just an excuse come here to see you.”
Jennifer, shocked, dropped the needle and swatted his arm. “What? What do you mean? You purposely have been getting hurt just to talk to me?” She slammed down her gloves. “Have you ever heard of asking a woman out on a date?”
“No, actually. This way was easier.” He quickly stood up and trapped her between him and the empty gurney. “So, will you go somewhere with me tomorrow after we train?”
With her back to the gurney, she stumbled back only to have him steady her. “Uh, well. How about dinner and a movie? Well, Atlantis style. We can’t exactly make reservations for a four star restaurant and hit the theater here.”
Confused, he just looked down at her. “I won’t pretend like I understood a word you said. But how about we have dinner and then watch one of Sheppard’s movies this time?”
Keller swallowed. “Sounds good.”
Ronon looked like he wanted to do, or say, something more, but he shifted his gaze onto the gurney. “Here,” he grabbed the sandwich and bottle he snagged from the cafeteria. “Eat.”
She looked surprised that he would know she skipped lunch. “Rodney told me,” he explained.