SGA fic: Dulcius ex asperis
Title: Dulcius ex asperis
Author: Kajikia
Summary: post-ep for 2x20 "Allies"--the happy ending with kissing version
Pairing/Rating: Rodney/Ronon, PG
Audio version: .mp3, 1.07 MB, 4:39 minutes
For the sga_flashfic Virgin Challenge.
After Carson checked them out, Rodney yelled at everyone for their slow response time, insulted Sheppard's role in the rescue mission, and stomped off to his quarters. He made it there in time to throw up in the privacy of his own bathroom.
He rinsed his mouth out and brushed his teeth and tried not to think about how sometimes, they were luckier than they had any right to be.
When someone knocked on the door, he thought about not responding. But it would just be faster to yell at whoever it was than to ignore them.
Ronon stood on the other side of the door, still barefoot in scrubs and carrying something wrapped in a napkin.
"What?"
"Um," Ronon said. "Can I come in? I brought cookies."
He looked uncomfortable, but also resolute. And cookies made everything better.
"Why not? It's not like I need sleep or anything."
Ronon handed over the cookies-slightly squashed raspberry bars-and they sat side by side on the bed.
"I wanted to see if you were okay," Ronon said.
"Yes, yes, I'm fine. As you can see, I did not get abducted by the Wraith or pass out in the hallway on my way here."
"No, I mean...you weren't with us. Last time, on the Hive ship. I don't know if before-"
"Oh, my God," Rodney said, rolling his eyes. "Yes, it was my first time. I just popped my held-captive-on-a-Hive-ship cherry."
Ronon looked blank for a second, then grinned. He bumped their shoulders together and said with mock solemnity, "It is an important rite of passage among my people."
Rodney let out a startled cough of laughter. "Did you-did you just make fun of Teyla?"
Ronon ducked his head and his smile got wider. "Don't tell her, okay?"
Rodney snorted. "Don't worry, one horrifying near-death experience is more than enough for the week."
Ronon's smile slid off his face and he looked down at his feet. His shoulder was still pressed against Rodney's, a line of warmth that made Rodney conscious of how cold and tired and hollow the rest of him was. He knew it was just the crash after an adrenaline high, but it still felt like the beginning of despair.
"Last time, on the Hive ship, I was so high on the enzyme, I wouldn't have had the sense to be scared if they started feeding on me. But the first time-" He didn't look at Rodney while he spoke, and his toes curled and uncurled against the bare floor.
"The first time was awful. I was terrified and alone and I knew they were going to kill me. But this time...this time wasn't so bad because I wasn't alone. I was happy you were there."
Rodney couldn't figure out where he was going with this. "Well, yes, I was glad you were there, too. It really helped with the whole escape thing."
"I shouldn't have been happy about that. The only reason I was there was to protect you. You trusted me to protect you, Sheppard trusted me to protect you, and I failed you."
"Okay, were you not paying attention back there? Do you remember the part where I brilliantly disabled the jamming mechanism so the Daedalus could beam us out and a nuke aboard? Because, as much as it galls me to admit it, I actually could not have done that if you hadn't gotten us out of the cocoons and killed every Wraith between us and the access terminal."
Ronon still wouldn't look at him. "What if they had fed on us right away, instead of leaving us alone? What if Sheppard hadn't followed us and told the Daedalus where we were?"
"Well, then, we'd both be dead!"
"Exactly!"
"Oh, for the love of-Have you not been paying attention the entire time you've been here? We do not expect you to single-handedly defeat the Wraith and save both our galaxies. That's my job. Your job is to make sure I'm not eaten by the Wraith or lynched by angry villagers before that happens." Rodney reached out and grabbed his shoulder, wanting to see Ronon's face. "This is a team effort. I'm still alive, you're still alive, we destroyed two Hive ships, and the Wraith are no longer on their way to my unsuspecting planet. You did your job, you did your, your duty. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Ronon looked at him, his eyes wide and uncertain, then he leaned forward and kissed Rodney on the mouth. It was like drinking coffee or breathing sunshine. Rodney tangled his hands in Ronon's shirt and pulled him closer. The kiss was slow and languid, a soft-slick glide of tongues and lips. Rodney was too exhausted for lust, but he craved this warmth, this contact, and he suddenly wanted to lick the taste of grief and guilt out of Ronon's mouth.
Ronon broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to Rodney's. "I don't, I just-"
"Shhhh." Rodney pulled him down to bed, draping Ronon around himself like a blanket. "You need to stop talking so much and pay more attention," he said, and twined their fingers together.
"Yeah, okay," Ronon said against the back of Rodney's neck, and closed his eyes.
Author: Kajikia
Summary: post-ep for 2x20 "Allies"--the happy ending with kissing version
Pairing/Rating: Rodney/Ronon, PG
Audio version: .mp3, 1.07 MB, 4:39 minutes
For the sga_flashfic Virgin Challenge.
After Carson checked them out, Rodney yelled at everyone for their slow response time, insulted Sheppard's role in the rescue mission, and stomped off to his quarters. He made it there in time to throw up in the privacy of his own bathroom.
He rinsed his mouth out and brushed his teeth and tried not to think about how sometimes, they were luckier than they had any right to be.
When someone knocked on the door, he thought about not responding. But it would just be faster to yell at whoever it was than to ignore them.
Ronon stood on the other side of the door, still barefoot in scrubs and carrying something wrapped in a napkin.
"What?"
"Um," Ronon said. "Can I come in? I brought cookies."
He looked uncomfortable, but also resolute. And cookies made everything better.
"Why not? It's not like I need sleep or anything."
Ronon handed over the cookies-slightly squashed raspberry bars-and they sat side by side on the bed.
"I wanted to see if you were okay," Ronon said.
"Yes, yes, I'm fine. As you can see, I did not get abducted by the Wraith or pass out in the hallway on my way here."
"No, I mean...you weren't with us. Last time, on the Hive ship. I don't know if before-"
"Oh, my God," Rodney said, rolling his eyes. "Yes, it was my first time. I just popped my held-captive-on-a-Hive-ship cherry."
Ronon looked blank for a second, then grinned. He bumped their shoulders together and said with mock solemnity, "It is an important rite of passage among my people."
Rodney let out a startled cough of laughter. "Did you-did you just make fun of Teyla?"
Ronon ducked his head and his smile got wider. "Don't tell her, okay?"
Rodney snorted. "Don't worry, one horrifying near-death experience is more than enough for the week."
Ronon's smile slid off his face and he looked down at his feet. His shoulder was still pressed against Rodney's, a line of warmth that made Rodney conscious of how cold and tired and hollow the rest of him was. He knew it was just the crash after an adrenaline high, but it still felt like the beginning of despair.
"Last time, on the Hive ship, I was so high on the enzyme, I wouldn't have had the sense to be scared if they started feeding on me. But the first time-" He didn't look at Rodney while he spoke, and his toes curled and uncurled against the bare floor.
"The first time was awful. I was terrified and alone and I knew they were going to kill me. But this time...this time wasn't so bad because I wasn't alone. I was happy you were there."
Rodney couldn't figure out where he was going with this. "Well, yes, I was glad you were there, too. It really helped with the whole escape thing."
"I shouldn't have been happy about that. The only reason I was there was to protect you. You trusted me to protect you, Sheppard trusted me to protect you, and I failed you."
"Okay, were you not paying attention back there? Do you remember the part where I brilliantly disabled the jamming mechanism so the Daedalus could beam us out and a nuke aboard? Because, as much as it galls me to admit it, I actually could not have done that if you hadn't gotten us out of the cocoons and killed every Wraith between us and the access terminal."
Ronon still wouldn't look at him. "What if they had fed on us right away, instead of leaving us alone? What if Sheppard hadn't followed us and told the Daedalus where we were?"
"Well, then, we'd both be dead!"
"Exactly!"
"Oh, for the love of-Have you not been paying attention the entire time you've been here? We do not expect you to single-handedly defeat the Wraith and save both our galaxies. That's my job. Your job is to make sure I'm not eaten by the Wraith or lynched by angry villagers before that happens." Rodney reached out and grabbed his shoulder, wanting to see Ronon's face. "This is a team effort. I'm still alive, you're still alive, we destroyed two Hive ships, and the Wraith are no longer on their way to my unsuspecting planet. You did your job, you did your, your duty. Do you understand what I'm saying?"
Ronon looked at him, his eyes wide and uncertain, then he leaned forward and kissed Rodney on the mouth. It was like drinking coffee or breathing sunshine. Rodney tangled his hands in Ronon's shirt and pulled him closer. The kiss was slow and languid, a soft-slick glide of tongues and lips. Rodney was too exhausted for lust, but he craved this warmth, this contact, and he suddenly wanted to lick the taste of grief and guilt out of Ronon's mouth.
Ronon broke the kiss and pressed his forehead to Rodney's. "I don't, I just-"
"Shhhh." Rodney pulled him down to bed, draping Ronon around himself like a blanket. "You need to stop talking so much and pay more attention," he said, and twined their fingers together.
"Yeah, okay," Ronon said against the back of Rodney's neck, and closed his eyes.