THANKS BY margarks [LFWS #1 ROUND 5]
Title: Thanks
Author: margarks
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Stargate belongs to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios Inc., no infringements of any rights is intended.
Spoilers: Through S5, Broken Ties.
Prompt for the Round: Write any fic using Rodney with either Ronon OR Teyla. Rodney POV.
THANKS by margarks
"Hey." Ronon dropped his tray in front of Rodney's and took the seat across from him.
Rodney nodded, unsurprised since they all tended to eat together whenever they could. But after a few minutes the hairs on the back of his neck began to prickle, and when he glanced up Ronon was watching him.
"Yes?" Rodney said, some annoyance starting to bleed into the feeling of self-consciousness Ronon's stare was engendering. "Have all those hits to the head finally scrambled your brain?" The moment the words left his mouth, Rodney winced.
It was just over two weeks since Keller had pronounced Ronon fully recovered from his time on that Wraith hive ship. Rodney knew that Ronon hadn't minded the physical pain as much as he'd hated the beating his mind, his will, had taken.
"I mean -- "
"'S okay." Ronon shrugged, though Rodney could see the tension tightening Ronon's jaw.
Ronon was still staring, making Rodney fidget. "Well?" he said, finally.
"Wanted to say something to you."
"And yet you just sit and stare," Rodney said, disturbed mostly by the fact that something was bothering Ronon enough to stay his appetite. He gestured toward Ronon's untouched tray.
"Thanks," Ronon said, stuffing a forkful of mashed potatoes in his mouth.
"For reminding you to eat?"
"No, for... before, you know," Ronon said. "With Ford."
"What?" Rodney felt his face flushing for no reason whatsoever.
"I never said it before," Ronon said with another shrug.
"Probably because I didn't actually help," Rodney said, trying not to sound bitter. He'd tried, but in the end all he'd done was almost kill himself. He'd done something he'd never done before, went against his own extremely strong instinct for self-preservation, because he'd thought he could help, thought he could save them.
"You tried," Ronon said, eyes boring into Rodney's. "You shot yourself up with the enzyme. Keller says you probably went through some of the same stuff I did."
"Oh," Rodney said, breaking eye contact. "Well, mine was probably worse. I mean, sure you were exposed longer, but with my allergies and my sensitivity to -- " Rodney glanced back up to find Ronon watching him again, this time with one brow raised.
"Thanks," Ronon said again, smirking.
Rodney felt heat spread out from his chest, the flush creeping up his neck and over his cheeks. It was more pleasure than embarrassment.
"Oh, well, you're welcome."
THE END.
Author: margarks
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Stargate belongs to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios Inc., no infringements of any rights is intended.
Spoilers: Through S5, Broken Ties.
Prompt for the Round: Write any fic using Rodney with either Ronon OR Teyla. Rodney POV.
THANKS by margarks
"Hey." Ronon dropped his tray in front of Rodney's and took the seat across from him.
Rodney nodded, unsurprised since they all tended to eat together whenever they could. But after a few minutes the hairs on the back of his neck began to prickle, and when he glanced up Ronon was watching him.
"Yes?" Rodney said, some annoyance starting to bleed into the feeling of self-consciousness Ronon's stare was engendering. "Have all those hits to the head finally scrambled your brain?" The moment the words left his mouth, Rodney winced.
It was just over two weeks since Keller had pronounced Ronon fully recovered from his time on that Wraith hive ship. Rodney knew that Ronon hadn't minded the physical pain as much as he'd hated the beating his mind, his will, had taken.
"I mean -- "
"'S okay." Ronon shrugged, though Rodney could see the tension tightening Ronon's jaw.
Ronon was still staring, making Rodney fidget. "Well?" he said, finally.
"Wanted to say something to you."
"And yet you just sit and stare," Rodney said, disturbed mostly by the fact that something was bothering Ronon enough to stay his appetite. He gestured toward Ronon's untouched tray.
"Thanks," Ronon said, stuffing a forkful of mashed potatoes in his mouth.
"For reminding you to eat?"
"No, for... before, you know," Ronon said. "With Ford."
"What?" Rodney felt his face flushing for no reason whatsoever.
"I never said it before," Ronon said with another shrug.
"Probably because I didn't actually help," Rodney said, trying not to sound bitter. He'd tried, but in the end all he'd done was almost kill himself. He'd done something he'd never done before, went against his own extremely strong instinct for self-preservation, because he'd thought he could help, thought he could save them.
"You tried," Ronon said, eyes boring into Rodney's. "You shot yourself up with the enzyme. Keller says you probably went through some of the same stuff I did."
"Oh," Rodney said, breaking eye contact. "Well, mine was probably worse. I mean, sure you were exposed longer, but with my allergies and my sensitivity to -- " Rodney glanced back up to find Ronon watching him again, this time with one brow raised.
"Thanks," Ronon said again, smirking.
Rodney felt heat spread out from his chest, the flush creeping up his neck and over his cheeks. It was more pleasure than embarrassment.
"Oh, well, you're welcome."
THE END.