Atlantis, Pegasus Galaxy [Friday Fandom-Time]
John waited a few days after all the crazy Ford stuff and the whole "everyone on your home world is dead" announcement to track Ronon down for a talk. Unsurprisingly, he found him in the mess, going after mashed potatoes with his bare hands and drinking straight from a water pitcher. Classy. John had to wonder if the guy hadn't scored his last girlfriend by clubbing her on the head and dragging her back to his cave. Maybe he should recommend a few throw pillows to make that place a little cozier if Ronon rejected the offer to join John's team.
"Mind if I sit?" John asked. When Ronon shrugged, not seeming to care what John did, he sat anyway. Obviously this was already going well.
"Listen," he began, "I wanted to explain a little about why I reacted to you the way I did." This, John could talk about, it wasn't a description of his feelings or anything, more an explanation of why his reaction just before getting knocked unconscious by a big, hulking guy had been, "You again?"
Ronon raised an eyebrow, pausing in his rapid food consumption to stare at John.
"This is going to sound weird," John warned, "but where I come from, I know a 'you' already. I went to this school on an island on Earth where, long story short, there are issues with timelines and alternate realities, and you were actually a cryptic P.E. teacher who knew too much about my future. I'm guessing meeting you in that cave and getting Beckett to take out the Wraith tracker thing is how we meet. Uh, for the second time." John paused, counting since there were so many repeaters around. "I think."
The big guy's eyebrow arched higher, telling John absolutely nothing useful.
"Any reaction?" John prodded, expecting something a little beyond eyebrow acrobatics. "Gonna hit me? Maybe call me crazy and deny I've seen you dancing like Cher?" Remind him to order up some stilettos from the next Daedalus run.
"That's weird," Ronon agreed, scooping up some more potatoes and trying to scrape them from his fingers with his teeth.
"Right. So, what do you think of Atlantis?" John was obviously impressed by the awesome of all things ancienty, but he liked the perspectives of scary guys he was hoping to recruit to his team.
Eating was Ronon's clear focus as he answered, "It's fine," through a huge bite of chicken.
John kept waiting for something else, but he wasn't getting anything and he thought he should really go see how Zelenka was doing with not killing the mice that would be Rodney. "Well," he said, starting to get up from the table. "Let me know if you need anything and, uh, give these a try," John held out a spork and knife combo, "they work great!"
As he strolled away from the table, John smiled just a little smugly at knowing he was the one who introduced his old detention pal to the art of eating with utensils.
[Aaaand now we're up through SGA 2.04: Duet. Much ♥ to trickster_twin for finding John and giving me a scene to work with.]
"Mind if I sit?" John asked. When Ronon shrugged, not seeming to care what John did, he sat anyway. Obviously this was already going well.
"Listen," he began, "I wanted to explain a little about why I reacted to you the way I did." This, John could talk about, it wasn't a description of his feelings or anything, more an explanation of why his reaction just before getting knocked unconscious by a big, hulking guy had been, "You again?"
Ronon raised an eyebrow, pausing in his rapid food consumption to stare at John.
"This is going to sound weird," John warned, "but where I come from, I know a 'you' already. I went to this school on an island on Earth where, long story short, there are issues with timelines and alternate realities, and you were actually a cryptic P.E. teacher who knew too much about my future. I'm guessing meeting you in that cave and getting Beckett to take out the Wraith tracker thing is how we meet. Uh, for the second time." John paused, counting since there were so many repeaters around. "I think."
The big guy's eyebrow arched higher, telling John absolutely nothing useful.
"Any reaction?" John prodded, expecting something a little beyond eyebrow acrobatics. "Gonna hit me? Maybe call me crazy and deny I've seen you dancing like Cher?" Remind him to order up some stilettos from the next Daedalus run.
"That's weird," Ronon agreed, scooping up some more potatoes and trying to scrape them from his fingers with his teeth.
"Right. So, what do you think of Atlantis?" John was obviously impressed by the awesome of all things ancienty, but he liked the perspectives of scary guys he was hoping to recruit to his team.
Eating was Ronon's clear focus as he answered, "It's fine," through a huge bite of chicken.
John kept waiting for something else, but he wasn't getting anything and he thought he should really go see how Zelenka was doing with not killing the mice that would be Rodney. "Well," he said, starting to get up from the table. "Let me know if you need anything and, uh, give these a try," John held out a spork and knife combo, "they work great!"
As he strolled away from the table, John smiled just a little smugly at knowing he was the one who introduced his old detention pal to the art of eating with utensils.
[Aaaand now we're up through SGA 2.04: Duet. Much ♥ to trickster_twin for finding John and giving me a scene to work with.]