fic: Making Up the Past [3/6]
TITLE: Making Up the Past [Part 3]
AUTHOR: renisanz
SUMMARY: "There is a reason why the people of Earth should not drink the wine." Ronon/Keller
CATEGORY: romance, drama
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, but they're fun to play.
NOTES: Written for the
choc_fic February Love-A-Thon at livejournal, but I missed the deadline. This story turned into a monster, and it's actually meant to be a combination of two of the prompts.
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Making Up the Past - Pt. 2
If I tell the world
I'll never say enough
'Cause it was not said to you
And that's exactly what I need to do
If I end up with you.
-“Chasing Pavements” by Adele
Now.
As Jennifer awoke that morning, she didn't recall her bed on Atlantis ever feeling as soft, or as warm. As she buried her face in her pillow, relishing this new found comfort, an all too familiar aroma started her senses to full awareness.
In a slight state of denial, she hesitated to open her eyes as her hands groped around the solid curve of what she now realized was not a “pillow” in the conventional sense of the word. Just to be absolutely certain, she ran her under the hem of what would have been the pillow sham, only to have her fingers brush against what she immediately recognized as human skin. Very smooth human skin.
Then her pillow jerked from underneath her, and she heard something bang into the wall.
Abruptly, her head hit the mattress. She raised her head, now fully awake and slightly peeved to have lost the comfort of her “pillow.”
Jennifer looked up through a fringe of disheveled blond hair to see Ronon glaring down at her as he rubbed a hand across his temple.
“Ow.” That was all he said at first. “That tickled.”
“And it hurt?” Jennifer asked, barely able to contain the giggle that threatened to burst forth.
“No,” he huffed, sweeping his thick dreads away from his face. “I hit my head.”
He glared down at Jennifer once more, but after a moment his features softened, and he seemed to be studying her. She tried not squirm under the intensity of his gaze.
“Sleep well?” he asked, reaching a hand out to brush her hair back away from her eyes.
It took Jennifer a moment to recover from the electricity that accompanied his touch. “Uhm. . . yeah actually. I mean, really good,” she admitted, finally sitting up.
He smiled warmly at her response. “You?”
He shrugged. “The same. The company was nice.”
There was no flirtatiousness in his tone. Still Jennifer felt her cheeks grow warm at Ronon's unabashed interest in her. She glad, though, that this instance of waking up to Ronon lacked the extreme awkwardness of that fateful morning on Ferra. They were both clothed, wearing what they had on the night before. So, it was possible for them to just sleep together, she mused.
However, things were not that simple between them. Sex changes everything, as the saying goes. Jennifer had heard the saying a million times, and she didn't dispute its claim. Unfortunately, she never figured it would apply so appropriately to an encounter of which one had no memory save for the 'morning after.' In the several weeks since the events on Ferra, many things had come to light. Every time she thought of Lord Gaston's actions, Jennifer had to fight hard to suppress deep feelings of rage and betrayal. Things could have ended a lot worse, she new, had Ronon not stepped.
Jennifer was grateful that he had been there, in any case. She did remember them having a nice time at the wedding feast. She and Ronon had even shared a dance. She recalled being fairly impressed with his skills on the dance floor. He was a capable lead, which was good in her case, since dancing was on the ever-growing list of things she wasn't good at, right along with athleticism and cooking.
She was relieved at how understanding Ronon had been when she expressed the desire to “take things slow.” She couldn't bring herself to tell him that he had been her first, or that she didn't plan on having sex again-unless they were married. God, that sounded so lame, now, considering what had already occurred between them, she thought. But, it would not make much difference anyway, she reasoned. She had tried to prepare herself emotionally for the inevitable. He would get bored with her and eventually move on.
In the weeks following, however, he had continued to stop by the infirmary, sans injury, to take her to lunch or dinner, depending on what time of day either of them happened to be free. He had asked her to accompany him to many more 'movie nights.' The had watched Serenity together twice more. Like almost every other woman with a pulse, she couldn't help but appreciate Ronon's physical attractiveness. Although he was the epitome of the phrase 'ruggedly handsome,' there was so much more to him. He really enjoyed the company of his teammates-John, Teyla, and even Rodney-who had become a sort of surrogate family to him. His boyish sense of fascination with 'things-go-boom' had eventually grown on her, particularly after he had persuaded her to blow that oxygen tank when the base was under quarantine lockdown.
Jennifer had thought of these things repeatedly over the past few weeks. And then a few days ago, she had discovered something that would prove a serious complication to her relationship with Ronon. In her short time practicing medicine, she had never shied away from stating the hard facts. She had told Colonel Sheppard the truth when Dr. Weir had suffered seemingly irreparable brain damage, that the Elizabeth he knew and cared about may never return.
So how was this situation any different?
“Ronon. . .I need to tell you something.” She forced her eyes to meet his, and was minutely heartened by his expectant expression. “I'm pregnant.” There. It was as much an admission to him as it was to herself.
“I know.”
“What? How could you. . .” Jennifer stammered. How could he possibly know, when she had only just realized. . .
“I didn't notice at first, but then I started to see the changes in your body. . .” he explained, glancing down at her abdomen. “And I remember how Teyla was at first.”
Geez, Jen, she chided herself. Was it that obvious?! She had only just figured it out, and she was a doctor, for goodness sake. She chose not to think of what that said of her own powers of observation. Recently, however, she had allowed work to consume her, and in a state of denial had chosen to ignore glaring symptoms of her condition.
As if reading her mind, Ronon added, “I don't think anyone else knows yet.” She knew he meant it as a comfort, but Jennifer didn't feel any better about it. She was pregnant, and with her small frame, she was not going to be able to hide it much longer. People would start to ask questions, and passing out in the infirmary definitely didn't help to quell any rumors that may have already started.
“Hey,” Ronon's voice snapped her back to the present. He waited for her to look at him before he continued. “It's ok.”
It only took a moment for Jennifer to process everything he was implying. He was here with her now. She would very much rather have him here than not. “Is that why you brought me to your quarters last night? To take care of me?”
“Yeah,” Ronon confirmed. He readjusted his back against the headboard, his body language suddenly anxious. “On Sateda, when a couple is expecting a child, they always share a bed until the child is born. It helps the baby do better.”
Not the most scientifically sound explanation, but ok, she thought.
His tone grew more serious, “You need to start taking it easy.”
Jennifer knew he was right. “Yes, I know. I'm just trying hard not to freak out right now.”
“Why?”
Jennifer figured this was an ideal a situation as she was going to get to finally tell him. “You know I said before I wanted to take things slow and just get to know each other better. . .”
He nodded.
“Well, I said that because that night on Ferra was. . .I mean, you were my. . .my first.”
“What. . .you mean you've never. . .”
“No. I was kinda. . .waiting until marriage.”
“So that night on Ferra was the first time you. . .”
“Mhmm.” Jennifer nodded, avoided his disbelieving gaze. She hadn't expected to feel so embarrassed about it. She toyed nervously with the hem of the sheet, concentrating on not blinking as tears stung her eyes.
“Why didn't you tell me?” Ronon sounded more hurt than angry, and Jennifer winced at that.
“I don't know,” Jennifer said impulsively. She did have a few ideas though. “I wanted to, but, I guess I was scared. And I figured you'd lose interest in me after a while, anyway. But then you didn't, and then as more time passed it became harder for me to tell you.” Jennifer sniffed, finally squeezing her eyes shut at the thought. She felt the tears roll down her cheeks, then Ronon's hand on her face brushing them away.
“I'm sorry,” she whispered, as he gently turned her to face him. “I didn't want to hurt you. . .and now everything is so messed up,” she sobbed. “I mean, we're barely even dating and now there's a whole baby to worry about. . .”
“Jennifer, calm down,” Ronon told her. He squeezed her shoulders gently for emphasis.
He was right. She needed to get a handle on things. Freaking out wasn't going to help the situation, but she was glad Ronon had been so patient with her up unto this point. She inhaled deeply and nodded, wiping a hand over her face.
“Look at me, Jen.”
She met his gaze.
“We are gonna figure this out. Ok?” Slowly, she nodded. “I'm not going to leave you to go through this alone. I'm here. With you.” Searching her eyes, he asked, “Will you trust me to do that?”
She nodded once more, and then found her voice. “Yes.”
With that Ronon's arms enveloped her. Jennifer buried her face in his chest, relishing the comfort and warmth radiating from him. She felt Ronon's lips brush her temple, and then he rested his cheek against her hair. She didn't know exactly how long they stayed like that, as she began to drift to sleep as his hand rubbed soothing circles across her back.
Then a loud beeping sound startled them both. She felt Ronon reach to shut it off.
Jennifer rolled off of him, rubbing the sleepiness from her eyes. “You have to go,” she stated.
“Yeah,” he said, stretching. “I've got a training session with some Marines in thirty minutes.” He looked over at her. “What are you gonna do today?”
“Well, first I need to get a shower.” She suddenly felt very gross in her clothes from the day before. “Then. . .” she thought a moment. “I need to stop by the infirmary.”
Ronon gave her a questioning look. “I know I'm off today. But I need to run some tests make sure everything is good with, you know.”
Ronon appeared to just realized something. “Yeah, why didn't that show up on the tests from last night?”
“I don't know. I guess Dr. Pedersen was specifically looking for pathogens. Or he may have just missed it. Pregnancy may not show up depending on what kind of tests you do.” Jennifer had one more theory, but she chose to keep it to herself until she was able to find out more. She had done enough of jumping to conclusions.
“You need to eat something, right?” Jennifer was amazed at how attentive Ronon was being.
“Yeah. I do,” she agreed, suddenly ravenous at the mention of food. “I promise to get something from the mess after I get showered. Ok?” She also needed to get her hands on some prenatal vitamins.
“Ok.” Ronon leaned forward and kissed the tip of her nose before hopping off the bed, heading for his bathroom.
Jennifer followed suite and headed for the door. Then she remembered something and turned around. “Hey Ronon,” she called just as he walked into the bathroom.
“Yeah?” He leaned his head out of the door.
“Try to be careful. I'm not gonna be on duty to stitch you up, remember.”
Ronon narrowed his eyes at her and then flashed her a brilliant smile before disappearing into the bathroom. She noticed he didn't say he didn't respond one way or the other. She supposed she didn't actually have to be on duty to sew him up in the event he did injure himself. She could do it anywhere.
As she walked to her room, she let the events of the past few hours sink in. Ronon had handled everything exceedingly well, and she was glad of it. Still, they had a long road ahead of them. People were going to find out. She was going to have to tell them. There was no getting around that fact. But she still needed to figure some things out. Jennifer could not even begin to imagine how this was going to affect her position on Atlantis. As her heart began to race at the implications, Ronon's soothing words entered her mind. “Jennifer, calm down.”
She began taking deep breaths, her heart rate almost back to normal as she neared her quarters. Though Ronon's room and bed were quite accommodating, she was glad to be back in the familiarity of her own room. However, she wasn't terribly averse to the idea of 'sharing a bed' with him for the next several months. She entered her room, and the door was barely closed before she began peeling off her clothes in preparation for a much-needed shower.
While still in her underwear, she took a moment to study her body in the full-length mirror. Her recent weight gain was barely noticeable, and her abs were still relatively flat. Not for long, she thought, as she ran a hand over her smooth abdomen.
As she turned to head toward the bathroom, a thought had until now been pushed to the back of her mind rushed to the surface and struck her as good as a slap across the face.
“My dad is gonna freak.”
TBC
Making Up the Past - Pt. 4
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A/N: Ok guys. This chapter was very hard for me to write in a way unique from the previous chapters. I know this is some serious subject matter, and I wanted to handle it appropriately. Finding Jennifer and Ronon's respective motivations and making them believable was really difficult. It took me a while to figure out how to have Jennifer reveal her pregnancy to Ronon, who would say what. . .what his reaction would be. I also don't want you to think that I tried to solve all their problems with one conversation. This was just the first of many important conversations they need to have.
I hope I didn't disappoint too many people with the direction the story is taking. I know some of you are still dying to know what actually happened on Ferra. It's easy for me, because I already know (duh), but this story is about dealing with the “after” and the consequences of peoples actions. So, for this chapter in particular, I felt it wasn't important to delve into the specifics of that night. Only one person addressed an apparent plot hole in the story as to why Ronon's memory was affected as well. . . And I did already have a explanation for that, but since no one else seemed to notice. . . j/k. I guess I probably will have to tell what happened on Ferra in greater detail.
You'll be happy to know that, though I thought this would be the final chapter, the story isn't done. There's at least one more chapter, very possibly two (or maybe an epilogue), left in this tale. I still need to explore how other members of the expedition deal when they find out about Jennifer and Ronon's “situation.” Oh, yes, as well, as how Ronon is taking all of this. Since I this chapter was Jen's POV, I couldn't tell what he was thinking, only his response to her.
Thanks for reading, and your comments are always appreciated.
AUTHOR: renisanz
SUMMARY: "There is a reason why the people of Earth should not drink the wine." Ronon/Keller
CATEGORY: romance, drama
RATING: PG-13
DISCLAIMER: I don't own these characters, but they're fun to play.
NOTES: Written for the
choc_fic February Love-A-Thon at livejournal, but I missed the deadline. This story turned into a monster, and it's actually meant to be a combination of two of the prompts.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Making Up the Past - Pt. 2
If I tell the world
I'll never say enough
'Cause it was not said to you
And that's exactly what I need to do
If I end up with you.
-“Chasing Pavements” by Adele
Now.
As Jennifer awoke that morning, she didn't recall her bed on Atlantis ever feeling as soft, or as warm. As she buried her face in her pillow, relishing this new found comfort, an all too familiar aroma started her senses to full awareness.
In a slight state of denial, she hesitated to open her eyes as her hands groped around the solid curve of what she now realized was not a “pillow” in the conventional sense of the word. Just to be absolutely certain, she ran her under the hem of what would have been the pillow sham, only to have her fingers brush against what she immediately recognized as human skin. Very smooth human skin.
Then her pillow jerked from underneath her, and she heard something bang into the wall.
Abruptly, her head hit the mattress. She raised her head, now fully awake and slightly peeved to have lost the comfort of her “pillow.”
Jennifer looked up through a fringe of disheveled blond hair to see Ronon glaring down at her as he rubbed a hand across his temple.
“Ow.” That was all he said at first. “That tickled.”
“And it hurt?” Jennifer asked, barely able to contain the giggle that threatened to burst forth.
“No,” he huffed, sweeping his thick dreads away from his face. “I hit my head.”
He glared down at Jennifer once more, but after a moment his features softened, and he seemed to be studying her. She tried not squirm under the intensity of his gaze.
“Sleep well?” he asked, reaching a hand out to brush her hair back away from her eyes.
It took Jennifer a moment to recover from the electricity that accompanied his touch. “Uhm. . . yeah actually. I mean, really good,” she admitted, finally sitting up.
He smiled warmly at her response. “You?”
He shrugged. “The same. The company was nice.”
There was no flirtatiousness in his tone. Still Jennifer felt her cheeks grow warm at Ronon's unabashed interest in her. She glad, though, that this instance of waking up to Ronon lacked the extreme awkwardness of that fateful morning on Ferra. They were both clothed, wearing what they had on the night before. So, it was possible for them to just sleep together, she mused.
However, things were not that simple between them. Sex changes everything, as the saying goes. Jennifer had heard the saying a million times, and she didn't dispute its claim. Unfortunately, she never figured it would apply so appropriately to an encounter of which one had no memory save for the 'morning after.' In the several weeks since the events on Ferra, many things had come to light. Every time she thought of Lord Gaston's actions, Jennifer had to fight hard to suppress deep feelings of rage and betrayal. Things could have ended a lot worse, she new, had Ronon not stepped.
Jennifer was grateful that he had been there, in any case. She did remember them having a nice time at the wedding feast. She and Ronon had even shared a dance. She recalled being fairly impressed with his skills on the dance floor. He was a capable lead, which was good in her case, since dancing was on the ever-growing list of things she wasn't good at, right along with athleticism and cooking.
She was relieved at how understanding Ronon had been when she expressed the desire to “take things slow.” She couldn't bring herself to tell him that he had been her first, or that she didn't plan on having sex again-unless they were married. God, that sounded so lame, now, considering what had already occurred between them, she thought. But, it would not make much difference anyway, she reasoned. She had tried to prepare herself emotionally for the inevitable. He would get bored with her and eventually move on.
In the weeks following, however, he had continued to stop by the infirmary, sans injury, to take her to lunch or dinner, depending on what time of day either of them happened to be free. He had asked her to accompany him to many more 'movie nights.' The had watched Serenity together twice more. Like almost every other woman with a pulse, she couldn't help but appreciate Ronon's physical attractiveness. Although he was the epitome of the phrase 'ruggedly handsome,' there was so much more to him. He really enjoyed the company of his teammates-John, Teyla, and even Rodney-who had become a sort of surrogate family to him. His boyish sense of fascination with 'things-go-boom' had eventually grown on her, particularly after he had persuaded her to blow that oxygen tank when the base was under quarantine lockdown.
Jennifer had thought of these things repeatedly over the past few weeks. And then a few days ago, she had discovered something that would prove a serious complication to her relationship with Ronon. In her short time practicing medicine, she had never shied away from stating the hard facts. She had told Colonel Sheppard the truth when Dr. Weir had suffered seemingly irreparable brain damage, that the Elizabeth he knew and cared about may never return.
So how was this situation any different?
“Ronon. . .I need to tell you something.” She forced her eyes to meet his, and was minutely heartened by his expectant expression. “I'm pregnant.” There. It was as much an admission to him as it was to herself.
“I know.”
“What? How could you. . .” Jennifer stammered. How could he possibly know, when she had only just realized. . .
“I didn't notice at first, but then I started to see the changes in your body. . .” he explained, glancing down at her abdomen. “And I remember how Teyla was at first.”
Geez, Jen, she chided herself. Was it that obvious?! She had only just figured it out, and she was a doctor, for goodness sake. She chose not to think of what that said of her own powers of observation. Recently, however, she had allowed work to consume her, and in a state of denial had chosen to ignore glaring symptoms of her condition.
As if reading her mind, Ronon added, “I don't think anyone else knows yet.” She knew he meant it as a comfort, but Jennifer didn't feel any better about it. She was pregnant, and with her small frame, she was not going to be able to hide it much longer. People would start to ask questions, and passing out in the infirmary definitely didn't help to quell any rumors that may have already started.
“Hey,” Ronon's voice snapped her back to the present. He waited for her to look at him before he continued. “It's ok.”
It only took a moment for Jennifer to process everything he was implying. He was here with her now. She would very much rather have him here than not. “Is that why you brought me to your quarters last night? To take care of me?”
“Yeah,” Ronon confirmed. He readjusted his back against the headboard, his body language suddenly anxious. “On Sateda, when a couple is expecting a child, they always share a bed until the child is born. It helps the baby do better.”
Not the most scientifically sound explanation, but ok, she thought.
His tone grew more serious, “You need to start taking it easy.”
Jennifer knew he was right. “Yes, I know. I'm just trying hard not to freak out right now.”
“Why?”
Jennifer figured this was an ideal a situation as she was going to get to finally tell him. “You know I said before I wanted to take things slow and just get to know each other better. . .”
He nodded.
“Well, I said that because that night on Ferra was. . .I mean, you were my. . .my first.”
“What. . .you mean you've never. . .”
“No. I was kinda. . .waiting until marriage.”
“So that night on Ferra was the first time you. . .”
“Mhmm.” Jennifer nodded, avoided his disbelieving gaze. She hadn't expected to feel so embarrassed about it. She toyed nervously with the hem of the sheet, concentrating on not blinking as tears stung her eyes.
“Why didn't you tell me?” Ronon sounded more hurt than angry, and Jennifer winced at that.
“I don't know,” Jennifer said impulsively. She did have a few ideas though. “I wanted to, but, I guess I was scared. And I figured you'd lose interest in me after a while, anyway. But then you didn't, and then as more time passed it became harder for me to tell you.” Jennifer sniffed, finally squeezing her eyes shut at the thought. She felt the tears roll down her cheeks, then Ronon's hand on her face brushing them away.
“I'm sorry,” she whispered, as he gently turned her to face him. “I didn't want to hurt you. . .and now everything is so messed up,” she sobbed. “I mean, we're barely even dating and now there's a whole baby to worry about. . .”
“Jennifer, calm down,” Ronon told her. He squeezed her shoulders gently for emphasis.
He was right. She needed to get a handle on things. Freaking out wasn't going to help the situation, but she was glad Ronon had been so patient with her up unto this point. She inhaled deeply and nodded, wiping a hand over her face.
“Look at me, Jen.”
She met his gaze.
“We are gonna figure this out. Ok?” Slowly, she nodded. “I'm not going to leave you to go through this alone. I'm here. With you.” Searching her eyes, he asked, “Will you trust me to do that?”
She nodded once more, and then found her voice. “Yes.”
With that Ronon's arms enveloped her. Jennifer buried her face in his chest, relishing the comfort and warmth radiating from him. She felt Ronon's lips brush her temple, and then he rested his cheek against her hair. She didn't know exactly how long they stayed like that, as she began to drift to sleep as his hand rubbed soothing circles across her back.
Then a loud beeping sound startled them both. She felt Ronon reach to shut it off.
Jennifer rolled off of him, rubbing the sleepiness from her eyes. “You have to go,” she stated.
“Yeah,” he said, stretching. “I've got a training session with some Marines in thirty minutes.” He looked over at her. “What are you gonna do today?”
“Well, first I need to get a shower.” She suddenly felt very gross in her clothes from the day before. “Then. . .” she thought a moment. “I need to stop by the infirmary.”
Ronon gave her a questioning look. “I know I'm off today. But I need to run some tests make sure everything is good with, you know.”
Ronon appeared to just realized something. “Yeah, why didn't that show up on the tests from last night?”
“I don't know. I guess Dr. Pedersen was specifically looking for pathogens. Or he may have just missed it. Pregnancy may not show up depending on what kind of tests you do.” Jennifer had one more theory, but she chose to keep it to herself until she was able to find out more. She had done enough of jumping to conclusions.
“You need to eat something, right?” Jennifer was amazed at how attentive Ronon was being.
“Yeah. I do,” she agreed, suddenly ravenous at the mention of food. “I promise to get something from the mess after I get showered. Ok?” She also needed to get her hands on some prenatal vitamins.
“Ok.” Ronon leaned forward and kissed the tip of her nose before hopping off the bed, heading for his bathroom.
Jennifer followed suite and headed for the door. Then she remembered something and turned around. “Hey Ronon,” she called just as he walked into the bathroom.
“Yeah?” He leaned his head out of the door.
“Try to be careful. I'm not gonna be on duty to stitch you up, remember.”
Ronon narrowed his eyes at her and then flashed her a brilliant smile before disappearing into the bathroom. She noticed he didn't say he didn't respond one way or the other. She supposed she didn't actually have to be on duty to sew him up in the event he did injure himself. She could do it anywhere.
As she walked to her room, she let the events of the past few hours sink in. Ronon had handled everything exceedingly well, and she was glad of it. Still, they had a long road ahead of them. People were going to find out. She was going to have to tell them. There was no getting around that fact. But she still needed to figure some things out. Jennifer could not even begin to imagine how this was going to affect her position on Atlantis. As her heart began to race at the implications, Ronon's soothing words entered her mind. “Jennifer, calm down.”
She began taking deep breaths, her heart rate almost back to normal as she neared her quarters. Though Ronon's room and bed were quite accommodating, she was glad to be back in the familiarity of her own room. However, she wasn't terribly averse to the idea of 'sharing a bed' with him for the next several months. She entered her room, and the door was barely closed before she began peeling off her clothes in preparation for a much-needed shower.
While still in her underwear, she took a moment to study her body in the full-length mirror. Her recent weight gain was barely noticeable, and her abs were still relatively flat. Not for long, she thought, as she ran a hand over her smooth abdomen.
As she turned to head toward the bathroom, a thought had until now been pushed to the back of her mind rushed to the surface and struck her as good as a slap across the face.
“My dad is gonna freak.”
TBC
Making Up the Past - Pt. 4
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
A/N: Ok guys. This chapter was very hard for me to write in a way unique from the previous chapters. I know this is some serious subject matter, and I wanted to handle it appropriately. Finding Jennifer and Ronon's respective motivations and making them believable was really difficult. It took me a while to figure out how to have Jennifer reveal her pregnancy to Ronon, who would say what. . .what his reaction would be. I also don't want you to think that I tried to solve all their problems with one conversation. This was just the first of many important conversations they need to have.
I hope I didn't disappoint too many people with the direction the story is taking. I know some of you are still dying to know what actually happened on Ferra. It's easy for me, because I already know (duh), but this story is about dealing with the “after” and the consequences of peoples actions. So, for this chapter in particular, I felt it wasn't important to delve into the specifics of that night. Only one person addressed an apparent plot hole in the story as to why Ronon's memory was affected as well. . . And I did already have a explanation for that, but since no one else seemed to notice. . . j/k. I guess I probably will have to tell what happened on Ferra in greater detail.
You'll be happy to know that, though I thought this would be the final chapter, the story isn't done. There's at least one more chapter, very possibly two (or maybe an epilogue), left in this tale. I still need to explore how other members of the expedition deal when they find out about Jennifer and Ronon's “situation.” Oh, yes, as well, as how Ronon is taking all of this. Since I this chapter was Jen's POV, I couldn't tell what he was thinking, only his response to her.
Thanks for reading, and your comments are always appreciated.