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The IPD office was by no means the ideal location to be sleeping in - the stiflingly chaotic presence of paperwork was overpowering to those unfamiliar with the phenomenon, as was the lingering, heavy smell of the Commander Vimes' Death Cigars. But the T-1000 had grown used to it during the past two weeks.

It was better than the holding cell. In a

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Ronon hadn't been able to sleep. While his hut had already been completed, he didn't really feel like sleeping in it. It didn't have anything in it anyway other than a blanket and a pillow and a housewarming gift from Mckay. He'd need to get more stuff. Preferably sharp things. He wondered how he would get those sort of things here. He'd probably have to make them himself

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Great.

Sarah had apparently decided to run off to attempt suicide by subtly attacking a large human.

An irritatingly familiar large human.

The walrus man didn't seem to be violent to the jaguar, though, and he wasn't pointing a gun at anyone yet, which was an improvement of a sort, the T-1000 supposed. So for the time being, he only warranted a glare of medium intensity, for the simple privilege of being himself.

"Sarah, you shouldn't chew on the walrus," he advised the cat sternly as he neared the table, gaze drifting slowly from her, to the man's chewed-upon feet, to his face. "He might confuse you for a lizard."

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Ronon looked up when he heard someone approach, his lip curling into a sneer when he realized who it was. The terminator guy again. Bearing insults even. While half naked. Yeah, that was scary alright.

Ronon angled his head into a glare, ready to jump from the table and attack the guy if he had to. "There's only one lizard around here and I'm looking right at it. It looks even uglier than before."

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"Don't call me an it," the response was formed, cold and hard, before he even had the chance to process the words fully. It wasn't a matter of insults. He couldn't care less what the man thought of his appearance. "You can call me a lizard, but don't call me an it."

He suspected there were people who thought of him that way, but nobody had been stupid enough to call him that to his face. Until now.

He drew a long breath, attempting to calm down. He didn't want to get into a fight, especially not with Sarah in the vicinity. She could get hurt.

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Ronon just glared in return, watching as the terminator tensed. Apparently, there were worse things to call him than a lizard. Good to know. Ronon's hand clenched instinctively around his fork on the table. He hadn't used it yet, having brought it along only because the Sheppard in his head had told him so. Ronon thought he'd might have a good use for it now, though. "Okay, it," Ronon said mockingly. "What do you want?"

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The T-1000 watched him for a long, very long moment. Then he raised an eyebrow, the near-electric tension slowly leaving his body. The walrus man had said it on purpose. It was a simple insult to him. A method of provocation.

If that's all there was to it, then it didn't bother the T-1000 at all. Though he still failed to understand why anybody would want to provoke a terminator into a fight. It made him think of Darwinian elimination.

"If you're planning on using that," he said casually, gesturing towards the utensil with a tilt of his head, "you should know I have superior fork skills."

He definitely wasn't going to leave now. In fact, he might as well take a seat. And he did just that, caring little as to whether he was welcome to do so. It was a communal area, after all. "I don't want anything. I was looking for my cat." The cat in question had meanwhile decided to relocate her chewing attention to a different set of feet - a bare one - and the T-1000 stifled a grimace at the feline attack. "What do you want?"

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Ronon just continued to glare, his gaze following the terminator as he sat down across from him. Just great. The action caused Ronon to clutch his fork harder, and he brought it up, stabbing it into the table between them with a resounding thunk. That was his answer.

Grunting, Ronon returned to his meal, chewing his food as if he were chewing the terminator's face. It was a nice mental image so Ronon stuck with it. Fleetingly, he had an urge to get up and just stalk away, but the more stubborn part of him insisted he stay. Ronon was sitting here first after all.

"So that stupid thing's yours?" Ronon asked as he chewed, his voice a low, husky series of grunts. Ronon wasn't really interested in being entirely audible at the moment.

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"I don't think that's what forks are generally for," the T-1000 noted. He doubted the table experienced much in the way of pain, which made the gesture entirely meaningless.

At the question, he glanced down at Sarah, who was still attempting to battle his feet in a not entirely convincing manner.

"She's not stupid." Unlike certain walrus-like people who communicated through glaring, grunting, unimpressive abuse of tables and gun pointing, but he refrained from mentioning that. He could be mature. Really, he could. "She's not a thing, either. Her name is Sarah." At the introduction, the baby jaguar increased the enthusiasm level of her attack, though there was no notable change in its efficiency. "And she isn't precisely mine. She belongs to herself. I'm just helping her because she can't survive on her own."

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"Uh huh," Ronon said, continuing to glare at the terminator as he put another piece of fruit into his mouth. He was listening, but not really. He was much more interested in staring the guy down. "So you probably wouldn't mind if I shot her then."

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If he shot Sarah, the T-1000 would slash his throat with the fork. It would only take a second, and size wouldn't be a factor at all.

He eyed the fork briefly, considering his options, maintaining a blank expression.

No. He couldn't kill him, even if he hurt Sarah. He would hurt him, though. And make sure he ended up locked up in the island prison for a long time.

"Why would you shoot her?" he asked, tone carefully balanced, gaze locked on the man as he attempted to assess his intention. "She hasn't done anything to you."

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"Because you care about her," Ronon said, giving the terminator a look that said 'I don't like you, so I'm going to fuck with you anyway I can'. And really, if all else failed when threatening a person, threatening the things they loved always did the trick. Ronon knew about this first hand, but it was rare that he resorted to it himself. It was mostly an empty threat however, as he was much more interested in shooting this terminator guy in the face than the stupid cat.

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"If you've got a problem with me, deal with me directly," his tone was a terminator-exclusive kind of calm. He knew better than to let any emotions get through. "I don't mind violence."

In fact, he would welcome it with this human.

Sarah had grown still, and he reached down to pick her up. Uncharacteristically, she offered no resistance, allowing him to place her over his knees.

"If you hurt my friends, it will hurt me more," the walrus man clearly knew that, and the T-1000 wasn't going to try and pretend otherwise. "But don't expect to survive it."

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"Then stop. Bothering me," Ronon bit out, ready to duke it out as he leaned in closer. Really, how hard was that to understand? But then, this guy was a terminator, a robot, so he probably didn't care if he was physically threatened. That didn't mean Ronon wasn't going to do it anyway. The robot did die once after all and Ronon never had so he figured he pretty much had one up on the guy.

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The man was a hostile, possibly volatile element, and the T-1000 had taken an oath to uphold the law impartially. The recollection made it easier, made his feelings on the matter irrelevant. He needed to assess whether the man posed a threat, and he couldn't gauge his dangerousness by implications alone.

If the walrus man attempted an unprovoked attack, though, it would give the T-1000 immediate grounds for an arrest, paperwork duty or not.

"This is a public area. I have the right to be here," he informed him neutrally, now fully in law enforcement mode. "It's your choice to interpret it as bothering, and you can ask me to leave. But if you attack me or anyone else, or threaten anyone directly, you will be placed under arrest."

He doubted the man would listen to him. "You can ask Sheppard if you don't believe me." Actually, he might talk to Sheppard about this personally. "And if you want to fight me, that's fine. In a controlled environment. Commander Vimes wouldn't appreciate a body count."

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All Ronon heard was a bunch of nonsense when the terminator spouted off about being a cop and arresting him again. Really, that was hardly a threat. People were always trying to contain him, lock him up, put him down. Ronon wasn't about to have it done to him again.

"Fine," Ronon said sharply, shoving at the table to stand, though he was still leaning forward threateningly. He was just going to have to avoid the stupid rec room from now on to keep away from this guy. The only thing that brought him back was the mention of Sheppard, and Ronon could feel himself tense even further. "You stay away from Sheppard."

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Glaring was useless with the walrus man. Instead, the T-1000 picked an expression from the Commander's arsenal. It spelled out Unimpressed.

"Don't tell me who to stay away from," he countered simply. "Sheppard is IPD. Running into him is an occupational hazard." He had no conflict with Sheppard. In fact, he kind of liked the man, despite the fact that he was wearing the face of his former commanding officer, who had apparently been eaten by aliens. "Besides, he's never threatened me. Or Sarah."