The three of them were sitting around a table waiting for Teyla to complete the negotiations in what can only be described as a lavishly decorated ballroom with some of the finest food any of them have ever tasted. Rodney had thought that the savoury pancake like thing they had for entree was like some sort of mini-pizza, only better. It was only the never heard before tone of fond remembrance coming from Ronon that jerked Rodney out of his food induced euphoria, and he almost dropped his fork when he heard what Ronon said.
"I thought you said you were a soldier?" John asked, puzzled.
"I am." Ronon replied.
"But... but you... table manners... you're... " Rodney still couldn't get his mind around what he'd just heard.
"An Observer, whenever my government is in need of one. And there were many places I had been sent to infiltrate which have similar atmosphere as this hall." Ronon was looking around the hall, a smile on his usually serious face, strong hands (that Rodney had previously thought were incapable of anything but brute force) caressing the delicate crystal wine glasses they were being served with. "The food, the women, the dancing. They always have good food at this sort of places. A full stomach makes getting away later a little easier."
"So, you wine, dine, observed, dance, and run?" John was looking at Ronon like it was the first time he was seeing him.
Ronon nodded. "There's the women, too. Not always, but quite frequently the enemy state would send out women Observers to try to distract me from my missions."
"Did they..." John trailed off, his question clear.
"They never succeed, of course. Doesn't mean I don't take advantage of what they offered." Ronon's smile grew wider, clearly proud of his record. "Definitely makes up for all the times I have had to deal with some mad evil scientists who thinks they can eliminate the Wraith by some biochemical weapons that would kill half the population as well."
Rodney's brain finally recovered enough from the shock to process the information. "Oh my god, you're Pegasus's 007!"
John groaned at the comparison. "McKay!"
"Is that the term you use on Earth for Observers?"
"No, it's not." John interrupted before Rodney could reply. "007 is the... uh... ID code of a character from a movie."
"A movie? The images you watch from the box?"
"No, that's television. A movie is kinda like that, only bigger though sometimes you - " Ronon frowned and John stopped his explanation. "Never mind."
"Then what is your term for Observers?"
"Spy! The term is 'spy'! And good god," Rodney grimaced, burying his face in his hands, his food long forgotten. "Conan turned James Bond, this is like Arnie in True Lies!"
"Arnie? True lies? How can lies be true?" Ronon's frown was getting deeper.
Rodney looked at John, and John looked right back at Rodney.
"Never mind." Was the stereo responds to Ronon's question.
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The three of them were sitting around a table waiting for Teyla to complete the negotiations in what can only be described as a lavishly decorated ballroom with some of the finest food any of them have ever tasted. Rodney had thought that the savoury pancake like thing they had for entree was like some sort of mini-pizza, only better. It was only the never heard before tone of fond remembrance coming from Ronon that jerked Rodney out of his food induced euphoria, and he almost dropped his fork when he heard what Ronon said.
"I thought you said you were a soldier?" John asked, puzzled.
"I am." Ronon replied.
"But... but you... table manners... you're... " Rodney still couldn't get his mind around what he'd just heard.
"An Observer, whenever my government is in need of one. And there were many places I had been sent to infiltrate which have similar atmosphere as this hall." Ronon was looking around the hall, a smile on his usually serious face, strong hands (that Rodney had previously thought were incapable of anything but brute force) caressing the delicate crystal wine glasses they were being served with. "The food, the women, the dancing. They always have good food at this sort of places. A full stomach makes getting away later a little easier."
"So, you wine, dine, observed, dance, and run?" John was looking at Ronon like it was the first time he was seeing him.
Ronon nodded. "There's the women, too. Not always, but quite frequently the enemy state would send out women Observers to try to distract me from my missions."
"Did they..." John trailed off, his question clear.
"They never succeed, of course. Doesn't mean I don't take advantage of what they offered." Ronon's smile grew wider, clearly proud of his record. "Definitely makes up for all the times I have had to deal with some mad evil scientists who thinks they can eliminate the Wraith by some biochemical weapons that would kill half the population as well."
Rodney's brain finally recovered enough from the shock to process the information. "Oh my god, you're Pegasus's 007!"
John groaned at the comparison. "McKay!"
"Is that the term you use on Earth for Observers?"
"No, it's not." John interrupted before Rodney could reply. "007 is the... uh... ID code of a character from a movie."
"A movie? The images you watch from the box?"
"No, that's television. A movie is kinda like that, only bigger though sometimes you - " Ronon frowned and John stopped his explanation. "Never mind."
"Then what is your term for Observers?"
"Spy! The term is 'spy'! And good god," Rodney grimaced, burying his face in his hands, his food long forgotten. "Conan turned James Bond, this is like Arnie in True Lies!"
"Arnie? True lies? How can lies be true?" Ronon's frown was getting deeper.
Rodney looked at John, and John looked right back at Rodney.
"Never mind." Was the stereo responds to Ronon's question.
"You Earthlings are strange."
The End
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