Into The Night Part 3 - Stargate Atlantis Fan Fic Ronon/Keller
Title - Into the Night - Part 3/?
Pairing - Ronon/Keller
Rating - K+
Spoiler - I started to write this after Missing but anything upto 4x12 just to be safe.
Disclaimer - Not mine and they never will be!
Thank you - A big thank you to my beta scoob2222
Into The Night 1/?
Into The Night 2/?
Personnel Quarters Level 4 - Monday 8:10am
The door chime pulled Ronon’s attention away from the movie he was watching to the clock that sat next to his bed. It was about this time everyday that someone from the medical department came to check on him. It hadn’t escaped his notice that it was a different person each time.
A bare chested Ronon narrowed his eyes as he waved his hand in front of the door release. “What!” The sharp greeting was out of his mouth before he saw who was on the other side and he couldn’t pull it back anymore than he could change the tone of his voice as his eyes focused on her small frame that was still supported by crutches.
Jennifer took a visible breath before she spoke. “They said you checked yourself out of the infirmary.”
“So did you” It had been almost a week and he hadn’t seen her since that first night in the infirmary, he’d fallen asleep only to wake up and find her gone. It had taken almost two days for the pain to subside enough for him to be able to even sit up, it was another day before her was able to pull himself out of bed and sole purpose was to check on her, but she wasn’t in the infirmary and her quarters were empty.
“Yes but I didn’t have major surgery and seeing as you’ve scared everyone else off I’m here to dress your wound.” Jennifer pushed passed him and dropped the backpack on the floor next to his bed and waited.
He could feel her eyes scanning his body as he laid himself back down onto the bed with his legs hanging far enough over the edge of the bed to be touching the floor.
She’d left Atlantis without a word to anyone but Colonel Cater and all she would tell Ronon was that Doctor Keller had taken some personal leave, no firm date had been set for her return. The doctor would be back when she was ready. Ronon wasn’t sure what that meant, so he’d taken it to mean that she was probably never going to return to Atlantis.
Only here she was, in his room. Ronon pulled one arm up and tucked it under his head so he could watch as she removed the dressing. He liked to watch her work, she transformed from someone who always looked a little scared to the person he saw now. She was so calm and gentle, but also strong and in control. He thought it was like this that she looked the most beautiful.
“Does this hurt?” Jennifer asked as she began to press along to edge of the incision.
“Pain is mostly gone.” He smiled hoping to ease the tension in the room. “Mostly just tired.”
“Well most people wouldn’t even be out of bed yet, the pain alone would be enough to stop them from even sitting up.” Jennifer began to redress the wound, her hands cautiously pressed around the edge of the bandage. “Are you sure this doesn’t hurt?”
“Didn’t hurt much to start with.” Ronon said hoping that his casual tone would disguise the lie.
“You were shoot.” A mix of shock and disbelief rang loud in Jennifer’s voice as she spoke.
“Not the first time.” Ronon sat up and grabbed a shirt that was resting on the arm of a chair he never used, raising both arms up over his head he let it fall down and cover both his chest and the bandages. “I wasn’t sure you’d come back.” He said as he watch her start to pack her medical supplies back into her pack.
“What?”
“One night you were asleep in my room and the next day you were gone.”
“I needed to see my father.” Jennifer paused as she spoke, “He doesn’t know what I do here.” A hiccup of a smile washed across her face. “He doesn’t even know what here is.” She turned and looked him in the eye for the first time since she arrived at his door. “He doesn’t know what a mess I’ve made of things … he is still proud of his little girl.”
She’d lost that look of confidence; it was like she packed it into that bag with all her bandages. “You’re scared?” Ronon wondered just how much she would tell him or if she was already began to pull away.
“Not scared … I just don’t belong here … look at you.” Jen held out her hand and waved it over his stomach. “If it had been Teyla or Colonel Cater with you instead of me you wouldn’t have had to worry about where they were, you wouldn’t have had to cover them and you wouldn’t … you wouldn’t have been hurt.”
“I get hit all the time,” He reached out and grabbed her hand and pulled her down next to him. “What made you come to Atlantis?” He thought she almost looked surprised by the question, like no one had ever asked her.
“My father,” She let her eyes fall and focus on her hands that were twisting in her lap. “When I was little I remember he would always read this one book over and over again” She turned her eyes up to look at him. “My mother passed away almost 5 years ago and … my father …” Jennifer stopped swallowing hard before she continued. “After the funeral he stood next her grave like he was waiting for her to come back. It was pouring rain and we just stood there.”
Ronon reached over and slipped his hand around hers and gently squeezed them hoping that it steady her just enough to continue.
“And he pulled that book from his jacket pocket and just started to read, ‘The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.’ He closed the book and handed it to me and told me make sure I didn’t have any regrets.”
“So you came to Atlantis.” His voice fell to a quite and gentle tone.
“I’d always been scared.” Jennifer broke into a soft, awkward laugh as she continued. “Scared of everything but mostly scared that I would fail; I’m all that my Dad has left and I’ve worked so hard not to disappoint him. But I did this for me.” Jennifer’s eyes rested on his hand that was wrapped so tightly around hers. “When they asked me to come here, I was so scared but I wanted to do this for me.”
Ronon released her hand and ran his hand softly up her arm, turning it as he did so his knuckles dragged delicately over her cheek before he pushed his fingers thought her hair coming to rest at the base of her neck. “Jen,” It was the first time he’d used her name and he waited until she lifted her head to look at him. “Are you scared now?”
“No.”
Pairing - Ronon/Keller
Rating - K+
Spoiler - I started to write this after Missing but anything upto 4x12 just to be safe.
Disclaimer - Not mine and they never will be!
Thank you - A big thank you to my beta scoob2222
Into The Night 1/?
Into The Night 2/?
Personnel Quarters Level 4 - Monday 8:10am
The door chime pulled Ronon’s attention away from the movie he was watching to the clock that sat next to his bed. It was about this time everyday that someone from the medical department came to check on him. It hadn’t escaped his notice that it was a different person each time.
A bare chested Ronon narrowed his eyes as he waved his hand in front of the door release. “What!” The sharp greeting was out of his mouth before he saw who was on the other side and he couldn’t pull it back anymore than he could change the tone of his voice as his eyes focused on her small frame that was still supported by crutches.
Jennifer took a visible breath before she spoke. “They said you checked yourself out of the infirmary.”
“So did you” It had been almost a week and he hadn’t seen her since that first night in the infirmary, he’d fallen asleep only to wake up and find her gone. It had taken almost two days for the pain to subside enough for him to be able to even sit up, it was another day before her was able to pull himself out of bed and sole purpose was to check on her, but she wasn’t in the infirmary and her quarters were empty.
“Yes but I didn’t have major surgery and seeing as you’ve scared everyone else off I’m here to dress your wound.” Jennifer pushed passed him and dropped the backpack on the floor next to his bed and waited.
He could feel her eyes scanning his body as he laid himself back down onto the bed with his legs hanging far enough over the edge of the bed to be touching the floor.
She’d left Atlantis without a word to anyone but Colonel Cater and all she would tell Ronon was that Doctor Keller had taken some personal leave, no firm date had been set for her return. The doctor would be back when she was ready. Ronon wasn’t sure what that meant, so he’d taken it to mean that she was probably never going to return to Atlantis.
Only here she was, in his room. Ronon pulled one arm up and tucked it under his head so he could watch as she removed the dressing. He liked to watch her work, she transformed from someone who always looked a little scared to the person he saw now. She was so calm and gentle, but also strong and in control. He thought it was like this that she looked the most beautiful.
“Does this hurt?” Jennifer asked as she began to press along to edge of the incision.
“Pain is mostly gone.” He smiled hoping to ease the tension in the room. “Mostly just tired.”
“Well most people wouldn’t even be out of bed yet, the pain alone would be enough to stop them from even sitting up.” Jennifer began to redress the wound, her hands cautiously pressed around the edge of the bandage. “Are you sure this doesn’t hurt?”
“Didn’t hurt much to start with.” Ronon said hoping that his casual tone would disguise the lie.
“You were shoot.” A mix of shock and disbelief rang loud in Jennifer’s voice as she spoke.
“Not the first time.” Ronon sat up and grabbed a shirt that was resting on the arm of a chair he never used, raising both arms up over his head he let it fall down and cover both his chest and the bandages. “I wasn’t sure you’d come back.” He said as he watch her start to pack her medical supplies back into her pack.
“What?”
“One night you were asleep in my room and the next day you were gone.”
“I needed to see my father.” Jennifer paused as she spoke, “He doesn’t know what I do here.” A hiccup of a smile washed across her face. “He doesn’t even know what here is.” She turned and looked him in the eye for the first time since she arrived at his door. “He doesn’t know what a mess I’ve made of things … he is still proud of his little girl.”
She’d lost that look of confidence; it was like she packed it into that bag with all her bandages. “You’re scared?” Ronon wondered just how much she would tell him or if she was already began to pull away.
“Not scared … I just don’t belong here … look at you.” Jen held out her hand and waved it over his stomach. “If it had been Teyla or Colonel Cater with you instead of me you wouldn’t have had to worry about where they were, you wouldn’t have had to cover them and you wouldn’t … you wouldn’t have been hurt.”
“I get hit all the time,” He reached out and grabbed her hand and pulled her down next to him. “What made you come to Atlantis?” He thought she almost looked surprised by the question, like no one had ever asked her.
“My father,” She let her eyes fall and focus on her hands that were twisting in her lap. “When I was little I remember he would always read this one book over and over again” She turned her eyes up to look at him. “My mother passed away almost 5 years ago and … my father …” Jennifer stopped swallowing hard before she continued. “After the funeral he stood next her grave like he was waiting for her to come back. It was pouring rain and we just stood there.”
Ronon reached over and slipped his hand around hers and gently squeezed them hoping that it steady her just enough to continue.
“And he pulled that book from his jacket pocket and just started to read, ‘The bitterest tears shed over graves are for words left unsaid and deeds left undone.’ He closed the book and handed it to me and told me make sure I didn’t have any regrets.”
“So you came to Atlantis.” His voice fell to a quite and gentle tone.
“I’d always been scared.” Jennifer broke into a soft, awkward laugh as she continued. “Scared of everything but mostly scared that I would fail; I’m all that my Dad has left and I’ve worked so hard not to disappoint him. But I did this for me.” Jennifer’s eyes rested on his hand that was wrapped so tightly around hers. “When they asked me to come here, I was so scared but I wanted to do this for me.”
Ronon released her hand and ran his hand softly up her arm, turning it as he did so his knuckles dragged delicately over her cheek before he pushed his fingers thought her hair coming to rest at the base of her neck. “Jen,” It was the first time he’d used her name and he waited until she lifted her head to look at him. “Are you scared now?”
“No.”