SGA/Blood Realms
I wanted this chapter to be longer, I even tried adding on the first part of Chapter 3 to it but it simply didn't work. *growls* Well, *shrug*.
Ronon meets some people.
Fandom: SGA/Blood Realms crossover
Pairing: John/Ronon
Title: er, still thinking about it
Chapter 1
“I would like you to share your expertise with my men.” Sheppard tells him as soon as they’re alone.
Ronon stares at him silently. The man is insane.
“I can read between the lines” Sheppard informs him.
“You’re incredible, the best fighter against the Wraith that they’ve got, one of the best strategists. I could use a guy like you,” he says earnestly.
He could use a guy like him? He’s bought Ronon. What does he think Ronon is going to do, refuse to follow orders and get himself fried by the Ring of Obedience for his troubles? They aren’t negotiating honorable service here.
Still, it’s nice to be asked, and there’s no point being difficult about it so he nods. He has no affection for the Wraith, why not help Prince Sheppard’s people fight against them. Ronon can be very useful, at least until he finds a good opportunity to leave or a reason to do Sheppard’s court damage. The Atlantean King seems to be waiting for an answer though so he gives him one.
“Okay”
He doesn’t expect the incandescent smile that he gets.
“Good. Excellent,” he sounds honestly pleased.
It’s been too long since anyone has looked him full in the eyes and just smiled. Kareen’s Court was afraid of him, even the Queens. A Warlord Prince’s savagery and volatile temper don’t disappear just because he’s enslaved. His size, skills and the raw power of his Sapphire Jewels have always made those around him nervous. John isn’t afraid or nervous.
“Come on then, I’ll show you were we’re staying and you can meet everyone.” He gives a decisive nod of his own and turns sharply.
Ronon falls in besides him on his left. His back aches and he’s been hungry for days now. Yet he feels oddly content walking besides this calm, confident man who seems to like him. They walk too fast for easy conversation. Ronon finds himself scanning the streets and the people they pass for hostile glances directed at Sheppard. It’s a good idea to be aware of problems that might occur. It doesn’t mean he would act to protect Sheppard. What is a King doing wondering around without escorts?
They end up in a mostly abandoned section of the city outside a large stone house that looks defensible and has few neighbors. Ronon approves of the security set up but can’t keep from wondering what the males of his court are thinking to let John go alone into a foreign Court. Are all his men incompetent or simply disloyal?
Inside a man and woman who look at him like guards do and another man that seems to be jittering out of his skin greet them. That one looks at him with greed and interest that has nothing to do with who Ronon is but what he can get from him; it’s a familiar feeling that makes his skin crawl.
“Hey guys, this is Ronon Dex. I though he could explain some local customs to us. He’s got some impressive moves against the Wraith” Sheppard introduces him casually, as if there isn’t enough tension in the room to chock on.
“This is Major Lorne and Lieutenant Cadman, they’re marines, um, guards and this is Rodney McKay he’s a scientist, that’s kind of like someone very skilled in Craft, but different” They all make greeting noises. Ronon feels ill at ease, more like a suitor being introduced to a family and less like a slave being labeled for the convenience of the household.
“Does he wear Jewels?” the jittery one called Rodney McKay asks, intensely interested and focused. The air vibrates as everyone in the room reacts to the question. Hell’s fire, why are they so interested in his Jewels?
“Yeah, Sapphire,” Sheppard answers for him.
“Exactly what kind of ceremony did you have to do to get it? Do you use it differently then your birthright Jewel? What kind of lessons in Craft did you start with? How often do you use Craft? Are you any good at it? Well, obviously not, if this is how you ended up. Still, what kind of spells do you know? Do you know any Healing? Black Widow Craft? Is there any way you can quantify how much power it give you access to? Have you ever tried…” He half expects McKay to start shaking him.
Sheppard makes a sharp gesture and cuts him off. “Back off Rodney, we’re getting food and crashing for the night. Save the interrogations for tomorrow.”
The intense man looks like what he’d really like is to crack open Ronon’s head and rummage inside. The inconvenience of having to deal with Ronon and making him understand the questions is obviously frustrating. Too bad. Ronon isn’t letting him inside. Why are they so interested in the Craft he knows? They all wear Jewels themselves. There’s something strange going on here and it tickles his senses. If he was less tired he’s sure he could figure it out.
Sheppard reaches out and touches McKay’s shoulder casually and while McKay makes protesting sounds he asks no more questions. There is a bitter tasting rage starting to form in the pit of Ronon’s stomach and it has no good reason, no cause he’s willing to acknowledge.
The warlord and the witch that are guards (what is a witch doing acting as a guard?) wear Opal, comfortably below his own Sapphire in strength but there’s an awareness to them that makes him wary. Their hands hover over the weapons at their side and he’d wager that they know what they’re doing with them. He could take them, no problem. They’re worn, their eyes bright and aware through pure will power because they’ve passed exhausted days ago. He recognizes the signs from one drawn out campaign too many. It’s strange to see it here, in the eyes of honored guests of the court and he doesn’t like it. He can’t quite tell what Jewels McKay or Sheppard wear because they aren’t using them, and he doesn’t like this lack of knowledge either. Sheppard leads him to the kitchen and he’s grateful not to have to deal with any of it for a while. The other man’s presence shouldn’t be relaxing or comforting but it is.
When they’re done eating Sheppard washes the dishes without the slightest sign of self-consciousness. Ronon doesn’t know what to do with himself at that so he concentrates on not looking as baffled a he feels. John’s got long slender hands that move quickly and competently in the water. He could get lost in just watching him and drawing in his scent, which is subtle and pleasant. As he sits there, full and the closest thing to safe that he can remember being in the past seven years, something in Ronon slowly starts to unclench.
The next thing he knows those graceful hands are coaxing him upright and his arm is being maneuvered around a slender shoulder. The other body is so warm and welcoming and Ronon is so very cold. It only makes sense to lean closer to it, to pull it closer to him. Warmth is important and cold is dangerous, fatal when you’re caught outside and alone. But it’s all right now, downright toasty and comfortable. Someone’s petting him and it feels nice. It’s been ages since he’s had dreams this good. He thinks he feels lips touch his temple and a hand run across his forehead but he’s pretty sure he imagined that part. Pretty sure.
Ronon meets some people.
Fandom: SGA/Blood Realms crossover
Pairing: John/Ronon
Title: er, still thinking about it
Chapter 1
“I would like you to share your expertise with my men.” Sheppard tells him as soon as they’re alone.
Ronon stares at him silently. The man is insane.
“I can read between the lines” Sheppard informs him.
“You’re incredible, the best fighter against the Wraith that they’ve got, one of the best strategists. I could use a guy like you,” he says earnestly.
He could use a guy like him? He’s bought Ronon. What does he think Ronon is going to do, refuse to follow orders and get himself fried by the Ring of Obedience for his troubles? They aren’t negotiating honorable service here.
Still, it’s nice to be asked, and there’s no point being difficult about it so he nods. He has no affection for the Wraith, why not help Prince Sheppard’s people fight against them. Ronon can be very useful, at least until he finds a good opportunity to leave or a reason to do Sheppard’s court damage. The Atlantean King seems to be waiting for an answer though so he gives him one.
“Okay”
He doesn’t expect the incandescent smile that he gets.
“Good. Excellent,” he sounds honestly pleased.
It’s been too long since anyone has looked him full in the eyes and just smiled. Kareen’s Court was afraid of him, even the Queens. A Warlord Prince’s savagery and volatile temper don’t disappear just because he’s enslaved. His size, skills and the raw power of his Sapphire Jewels have always made those around him nervous. John isn’t afraid or nervous.
“Come on then, I’ll show you were we’re staying and you can meet everyone.” He gives a decisive nod of his own and turns sharply.
Ronon falls in besides him on his left. His back aches and he’s been hungry for days now. Yet he feels oddly content walking besides this calm, confident man who seems to like him. They walk too fast for easy conversation. Ronon finds himself scanning the streets and the people they pass for hostile glances directed at Sheppard. It’s a good idea to be aware of problems that might occur. It doesn’t mean he would act to protect Sheppard. What is a King doing wondering around without escorts?
They end up in a mostly abandoned section of the city outside a large stone house that looks defensible and has few neighbors. Ronon approves of the security set up but can’t keep from wondering what the males of his court are thinking to let John go alone into a foreign Court. Are all his men incompetent or simply disloyal?
Inside a man and woman who look at him like guards do and another man that seems to be jittering out of his skin greet them. That one looks at him with greed and interest that has nothing to do with who Ronon is but what he can get from him; it’s a familiar feeling that makes his skin crawl.
“Hey guys, this is Ronon Dex. I though he could explain some local customs to us. He’s got some impressive moves against the Wraith” Sheppard introduces him casually, as if there isn’t enough tension in the room to chock on.
“This is Major Lorne and Lieutenant Cadman, they’re marines, um, guards and this is Rodney McKay he’s a scientist, that’s kind of like someone very skilled in Craft, but different” They all make greeting noises. Ronon feels ill at ease, more like a suitor being introduced to a family and less like a slave being labeled for the convenience of the household.
“Does he wear Jewels?” the jittery one called Rodney McKay asks, intensely interested and focused. The air vibrates as everyone in the room reacts to the question. Hell’s fire, why are they so interested in his Jewels?
“Yeah, Sapphire,” Sheppard answers for him.
“Exactly what kind of ceremony did you have to do to get it? Do you use it differently then your birthright Jewel? What kind of lessons in Craft did you start with? How often do you use Craft? Are you any good at it? Well, obviously not, if this is how you ended up. Still, what kind of spells do you know? Do you know any Healing? Black Widow Craft? Is there any way you can quantify how much power it give you access to? Have you ever tried…” He half expects McKay to start shaking him.
Sheppard makes a sharp gesture and cuts him off. “Back off Rodney, we’re getting food and crashing for the night. Save the interrogations for tomorrow.”
The intense man looks like what he’d really like is to crack open Ronon’s head and rummage inside. The inconvenience of having to deal with Ronon and making him understand the questions is obviously frustrating. Too bad. Ronon isn’t letting him inside. Why are they so interested in the Craft he knows? They all wear Jewels themselves. There’s something strange going on here and it tickles his senses. If he was less tired he’s sure he could figure it out.
Sheppard reaches out and touches McKay’s shoulder casually and while McKay makes protesting sounds he asks no more questions. There is a bitter tasting rage starting to form in the pit of Ronon’s stomach and it has no good reason, no cause he’s willing to acknowledge.
The warlord and the witch that are guards (what is a witch doing acting as a guard?) wear Opal, comfortably below his own Sapphire in strength but there’s an awareness to them that makes him wary. Their hands hover over the weapons at their side and he’d wager that they know what they’re doing with them. He could take them, no problem. They’re worn, their eyes bright and aware through pure will power because they’ve passed exhausted days ago. He recognizes the signs from one drawn out campaign too many. It’s strange to see it here, in the eyes of honored guests of the court and he doesn’t like it. He can’t quite tell what Jewels McKay or Sheppard wear because they aren’t using them, and he doesn’t like this lack of knowledge either. Sheppard leads him to the kitchen and he’s grateful not to have to deal with any of it for a while. The other man’s presence shouldn’t be relaxing or comforting but it is.
When they’re done eating Sheppard washes the dishes without the slightest sign of self-consciousness. Ronon doesn’t know what to do with himself at that so he concentrates on not looking as baffled a he feels. John’s got long slender hands that move quickly and competently in the water. He could get lost in just watching him and drawing in his scent, which is subtle and pleasant. As he sits there, full and the closest thing to safe that he can remember being in the past seven years, something in Ronon slowly starts to unclench.
The next thing he knows those graceful hands are coaxing him upright and his arm is being maneuvered around a slender shoulder. The other body is so warm and welcoming and Ronon is so very cold. It only makes sense to lean closer to it, to pull it closer to him. Warmth is important and cold is dangerous, fatal when you’re caught outside and alone. But it’s all right now, downright toasty and comfortable. Someone’s petting him and it feels nice. It’s been ages since he’s had dreams this good. He thinks he feels lips touch his temple and a hand run across his forehead but he’s pretty sure he imagined that part. Pretty sure.