fic: earth logic (stargate: atlantis; keller/ronon; pg-13)
title: earth logic
fandom: stargate: atlantis (jennifer keller/ronon dex)
word count: 1,000+
spoilers: established Ronon/Jen, set on Earth about a year after the S5 finale
A/N: written for fidesangelus. I've seen a total of one complete episode of SG:A so I'm using my ignorance as an excuse to put R/J in an established relationship, even if that is not canon within the show. *sticks out tongue*
Jennifer swabbed the bruised knuckles presented in front of her and sighed. She bit out, “Is this your way of telling me to come home earlier?” She blew angrily at the hair that was falling into her face.
Rough pads of warm fingers swept up the stray strands to tuck them behind her ear. Ronon's eyes flicked from where she was competently tending to him and then back to her face. “You need to explain. I’m not as smart as you.”
She glared up at Ronon, frustration written across her features. “You've been in here every other day for the past two weeks. Either something is up or Sheppard's on steroids.”
Ronon gave her an offended look that said 'Sheppard could be filled with Wraith venom and I could still beat him with his hands tied.'
She ignored his boasting, not moved by his exploits. Instead, she continued her inspection and pursed her lips at a particularly deep cut. "So you've been fighting who exactly?"
Instead of answering her question, he flipped his dreads back over his shoulder, smiling in the way that always made her knees weak. "I've always come in this often, you've just been busy.”
“Really?” She found that hard to believe, half because Ronon was too skilled to get injured so often but mostly because her body seemed to alert her whenever he entered a room, making her cheeks flush and stomach flip.
“Yeah, but I'm getting tired of Marie's cold hands. I decided it was worth it to wait for the expert with the pleasant bedside manner that I’d heard so much about.” He wrapped his uninjured hand around her wrist. “Pity I’ve never seen it in bed.” She had been waiting for this, had known it was only a matter of time before Ronon tracked her down. She was actually quite surprised he’d given her as much time as he had.
In the past, he hadn’t been above carrying her off to their shared quarters, but he seemed to recognize that she was working through something much bigger this time and needed to be alone.
“So this is about me working too late.”
“You have not visited your planet for two months. Your father calls but you do not respond. You can visit Earth without travelling through a gate but you take extra shifts here. Why?”
Ronon was not one to boast of emotional sensitivity, but to survive as long as he had meant he'd learned how to read people and trust his instincts. It's because of how perceptive he is that she avoided looking up at him and instead reached for the bandages. She doesn't want to see the worry in his eyes. She attempts to shrug off his concern, “I’m not missing much, San Francisco is windy this time of year.”
Skilled fingers cupped her chin, forcing her to lift her eyes. “Jennifer, what worries you?”
“You mean other than the fact that you are getting dangerously close to a concussion?”
Her own attempt at misdirection failed as abysmally as his since they're both too stubborn to let anything slide. “Atlantis will not be here forever. We are due to return to the Pegasus galaxy soon.”
“Right, just after we find a dozen ZPM’s, which aren’t too plentiful in this galaxy." She sighed. The tension in her muscles was finally settling in and with each breath she felt her body protesting at all the extra stain.
"It’s just-if I never leave, then I can pretend everything is still the same.”
He smiled down at her, affection filling his gaze. “You have never been one to avoid change before.”
"Change on Atlantis became such a daily thing that witnessing the incredible actually became routine. But on Earth...."
"You are much safer on Earth."
"I know! I should feel happy that I can go a month without some life-threatening emergency and I should love that we can spend whole weekend alone. I want you to know that when I'm with you I'm genuinely happy."
"So you are happy except...."
"Except for the times I'm not?"
"Do you fear my feelings will change?" He took a step back, giving her space and she missed the feeling of his larger hands wrapped around her small ones. Having just bandaged him up, she knew better than most what he was capable of, but he was always so soft with her.
"No! You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I feel whole when I'm with you." He let slip a giant grin that stretched his cheeks wide. She knew he sometimes felt doubt about their relationship and whether she regretted her choice and it was the small moments where he let that vulnerability slip through that made her lvoe him all the more. Of course, it also caused a deep pang in her heart that he felt unsure. It was one of the reasons she had tried to be as vocal and physical in her affection as possible.
(She still remembers his grin when she had publicly taken his hand in the mess hall, in front of everyone to see)
His smile faded and his expression turned to one of confusion. "Yet you avoid me when upset. You must explain the Earth logic behind that sometime."
She let out a deep breath, her head swirling not only all the paperwork she still had the do and the requisitions she still had to go over in the morning but also her conflicted feelings about being on Earth again. Everything was getting muddled. "I suppose I'm not making any sense...."
"You miss the thrill, it's understandable."
"Yes, I miss seeing all those new and unbelievable new places, but I think it's more than that. We had a connection to something larger than us when we went out on missions. Remember the last time we babysat for Teyla and Torran was asking about Athos? I kept thinking about how he'll never see it. And you will never be able to see any of your Satedan friends on Belkan again." She kept silent the worry that any child of theirs would never be able to see his father's home planet. The thought caused another pang in her heart, this one too hard to give voice too.
"I have you. That's more than enough."
She felt dangerously close to crying and so she leaned against him, wrapping her arms around his middle. "Can we put this discussion on pause if I come home to bed now?”
His eyes squinted in suspicion. “You’re giving in too easily.”
She held up both hands in mock-surrender before placing them on his chest. “No ulterior motives, I swear. I was just about ready to leave when you came in anyways.” She suspected that he didn't believe her and so she was thankful that he didn't protest, instead settling on wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
As they drew closer to their shared quarters, she began to yawn until she felt his pinch. She covered her yelp with a stern glance but it was met with a predatory gaze that held no hint of shame for having just pinched her. She felt all annoyance drift away from her as his hand dipped under her labcoat and slowly travelled down to just above her tailbone, making smooth circles that lifted up her shirt. “I hoped you are not too tired.”
She smacked him playfully, biting her lip as he gave another sharp pinch in retaliation.
Seeing her eyes brighten up had him baring his teeth at her in a grin. "What? I merely meant that I planned to continue this discussion."
She pulled him into their quarters, shrugging out of her coat and toeing off her shoes while her fingers deftly let down her hair from the braid that held it."How about I show you that bedside manner I'm so famous for instead?"
"If you insist, doctor."
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fandom: stargate: atlantis (jennifer keller/ronon dex)
word count: 1,000+
spoilers: established Ronon/Jen, set on Earth about a year after the S5 finale
A/N: written for fidesangelus. I've seen a total of one complete episode of SG:A so I'm using my ignorance as an excuse to put R/J in an established relationship, even if that is not canon within the show. *sticks out tongue*
Jennifer swabbed the bruised knuckles presented in front of her and sighed. She bit out, “Is this your way of telling me to come home earlier?” She blew angrily at the hair that was falling into her face.
Rough pads of warm fingers swept up the stray strands to tuck them behind her ear. Ronon's eyes flicked from where she was competently tending to him and then back to her face. “You need to explain. I’m not as smart as you.”
She glared up at Ronon, frustration written across her features. “You've been in here every other day for the past two weeks. Either something is up or Sheppard's on steroids.”
Ronon gave her an offended look that said 'Sheppard could be filled with Wraith venom and I could still beat him with his hands tied.'
She ignored his boasting, not moved by his exploits. Instead, she continued her inspection and pursed her lips at a particularly deep cut. "So you've been fighting who exactly?"
Instead of answering her question, he flipped his dreads back over his shoulder, smiling in the way that always made her knees weak. "I've always come in this often, you've just been busy.”
“Really?” She found that hard to believe, half because Ronon was too skilled to get injured so often but mostly because her body seemed to alert her whenever he entered a room, making her cheeks flush and stomach flip.
“Yeah, but I'm getting tired of Marie's cold hands. I decided it was worth it to wait for the expert with the pleasant bedside manner that I’d heard so much about.” He wrapped his uninjured hand around her wrist. “Pity I’ve never seen it in bed.” She had been waiting for this, had known it was only a matter of time before Ronon tracked her down. She was actually quite surprised he’d given her as much time as he had.
In the past, he hadn’t been above carrying her off to their shared quarters, but he seemed to recognize that she was working through something much bigger this time and needed to be alone.
“So this is about me working too late.”
“You have not visited your planet for two months. Your father calls but you do not respond. You can visit Earth without travelling through a gate but you take extra shifts here. Why?”
Ronon was not one to boast of emotional sensitivity, but to survive as long as he had meant he'd learned how to read people and trust his instincts. It's because of how perceptive he is that she avoided looking up at him and instead reached for the bandages. She doesn't want to see the worry in his eyes. She attempts to shrug off his concern, “I’m not missing much, San Francisco is windy this time of year.”
Skilled fingers cupped her chin, forcing her to lift her eyes. “Jennifer, what worries you?”
“You mean other than the fact that you are getting dangerously close to a concussion?”
Her own attempt at misdirection failed as abysmally as his since they're both too stubborn to let anything slide. “Atlantis will not be here forever. We are due to return to the Pegasus galaxy soon.”
“Right, just after we find a dozen ZPM’s, which aren’t too plentiful in this galaxy." She sighed. The tension in her muscles was finally settling in and with each breath she felt her body protesting at all the extra stain.
"It’s just-if I never leave, then I can pretend everything is still the same.”
He smiled down at her, affection filling his gaze. “You have never been one to avoid change before.”
"Change on Atlantis became such a daily thing that witnessing the incredible actually became routine. But on Earth...."
"You are much safer on Earth."
"I know! I should feel happy that I can go a month without some life-threatening emergency and I should love that we can spend whole weekend alone. I want you to know that when I'm with you I'm genuinely happy."
"So you are happy except...."
"Except for the times I'm not?"
"Do you fear my feelings will change?" He took a step back, giving her space and she missed the feeling of his larger hands wrapped around her small ones. Having just bandaged him up, she knew better than most what he was capable of, but he was always so soft with her.
"No! You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. I feel whole when I'm with you." He let slip a giant grin that stretched his cheeks wide. She knew he sometimes felt doubt about their relationship and whether she regretted her choice and it was the small moments where he let that vulnerability slip through that made her lvoe him all the more. Of course, it also caused a deep pang in her heart that he felt unsure. It was one of the reasons she had tried to be as vocal and physical in her affection as possible.
(She still remembers his grin when she had publicly taken his hand in the mess hall, in front of everyone to see)
His smile faded and his expression turned to one of confusion. "Yet you avoid me when upset. You must explain the Earth logic behind that sometime."
She let out a deep breath, her head swirling not only all the paperwork she still had the do and the requisitions she still had to go over in the morning but also her conflicted feelings about being on Earth again. Everything was getting muddled. "I suppose I'm not making any sense...."
"You miss the thrill, it's understandable."
"Yes, I miss seeing all those new and unbelievable new places, but I think it's more than that. We had a connection to something larger than us when we went out on missions. Remember the last time we babysat for Teyla and Torran was asking about Athos? I kept thinking about how he'll never see it. And you will never be able to see any of your Satedan friends on Belkan again." She kept silent the worry that any child of theirs would never be able to see his father's home planet. The thought caused another pang in her heart, this one too hard to give voice too.
"I have you. That's more than enough."
She felt dangerously close to crying and so she leaned against him, wrapping her arms around his middle. "Can we put this discussion on pause if I come home to bed now?”
His eyes squinted in suspicion. “You’re giving in too easily.”
She held up both hands in mock-surrender before placing them on his chest. “No ulterior motives, I swear. I was just about ready to leave when you came in anyways.” She suspected that he didn't believe her and so she was thankful that he didn't protest, instead settling on wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
As they drew closer to their shared quarters, she began to yawn until she felt his pinch. She covered her yelp with a stern glance but it was met with a predatory gaze that held no hint of shame for having just pinched her. She felt all annoyance drift away from her as his hand dipped under her labcoat and slowly travelled down to just above her tailbone, making smooth circles that lifted up her shirt. “I hoped you are not too tired.”
She smacked him playfully, biting her lip as he gave another sharp pinch in retaliation.
Seeing her eyes brighten up had him baring his teeth at her in a grin. "What? I merely meant that I planned to continue this discussion."
She pulled him into their quarters, shrugging out of her coat and toeing off her shoes while her fingers deftly let down her hair from the braid that held it."How about I show you that bedside manner I'm so famous for instead?"
"If you insist, doctor."
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