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Ronon was feeling less than spry today. After his bad night with the terminator, and a less than comfortable bed to sleep on, he was feeling downright exhausted. He had almost wanted to avoid the Compound all together in case that terminator guy and that weird cat thing were roaming around again, but hunger, for the most part, won out. As it
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His head hurt. The T-1000 suspected it was a lingering effect from his nightly encounter with the walrus man, and the fact that Sarah had remained restless the entire night, clawing at his back and not allowing more than a single consecutive hour of sleep.
He had deposited the jaguar at Charlie's place and spent a considerable amount of time in the compound showers. The subject of Sheppard's hair refused to leave his mind, and once he came across a tube of hair gel, he decided to check for himself whether achieving the effect was physically possible. The substance made his hair spikier and shinier, but not particularly Sheppard-like. However, he did find that its newly acquired form went well with his sunglasses.
The morning went from not very good to neutral with a headache.
When he entered the kitchen, however, the headache instantly threatened to intensify and possibly explode, what with a certain walrus-like person being right there. Apparently attempting to seize control of the fridge. But ( ... )
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Ronon glared hard as the terminator passed, wondering if he should just throw the pitcher at his head and leave as soon as possible or just wait it out. Ronon was here first after all, Ronon shouldn't've had to go anywhere.
Ronon was too busy glaring to hear much. Just some bibble the terminator was spouting. Something about coffee. "Don't. Drink. Coffee," Ronon managed to get out, in case the guy was offering. Which Ronon wouldn't take in a hundred million years.
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What would the proper response to that be? He felt like saying 'I have an inexplicable urge to touch Sheppard's hair', which wasn't very relevant to the matter of coffee, but was true, in a way. It wasn't terribly productive, though, and he didn't have the energy to spend into irritation just then.
Eventually, he just shrugged. Shrugging was civilized. At least when it came to walrus-style interaction.
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Fine, he could ignore him too. Then they both could get on their merry way without getting into very near altercations involving forks. Still, it wasn't helpful that the Sheppard in his head was going on about getting along and camaraderie and all that. Sheppard was always trying to get along with people. What the hell was wrong with him?
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"You're losing glare intensity," he pointed out casually as he poured his coffee into a mug and headed in the direction of a table. To be honest, he didn't particularly care either way, unless the glare was arriving from a trusted source whose opinion genuinely mattered to him. Very few people answered that definition.
He probably could attempt to ignore the man altogether, despite his irritating tendency of being excessively large and blocking his view, but there was something not entirely right about the situation. Something that, from an outsider's perspective, would probably classify as stupid. And the T-1000 knew full well that he had trouble leaving matters unresolved.
He wondered whether the walrus was in the vicinity of a headache as well.
"How about an aspirin?"
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But the terminator was right about one thing. Ronon was losing glare intensity, if only because the Sheppard in his head was trying to reason with him, and the fact that if Ronon didn't stop, his brain would start pounding.
Not that that stopped Ronon from staring however. The terminator was still hanging around. Like he did the last time. Which Ronon could only assume was to bother him. "Aren't you supposed to be dead?" Ronon asked instead.
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"I was dead," he confirmed with a shrug, uncertain on whether the walrus was making some form of suggestion. Then again, he didn't seem like the type to be subtle about death-related implications. "Didn't feel like staying that way. I don't always do what I'm supposed to."
For instance, he was almost certain he was, by terminator law, supposed to use his mug as a projectile weapon against the walrus' strangely decorated head. And yet he didn't.
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No, it couldn't be. While the T-1000 tended to dislike most philosophical matters as they lacked any practical application, he doubted the walrus man even knew what philosophy was.
Still, he spent a few seconds sipping his coffee and squinting at the man in concentrated puzzlement. "You think I chose to be here?" he raised an eyebrow. "Like you chose to randomly appear in dinosaur territory?"
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At least, that's how Ronon saw it. He was about to be crushed by a falling building before he had come here. So coming here was a good thing. And if it wasn't Ronon's choice, then it was obviously someone else's. Someone who gave two shits about his existence.
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He didn't remember being dead. He remembered dying, vividly, and he remembered his arrival on the island - his painful first breath - with the same sharpness. But he couldn't remember what had gone in between. Probably because remembering nothing was impossible.
"But I like it here," he stated stubbornly. If the walrus man didn't appreciate his presence, the T-1000 was fairly certain it was his problem alone. "I don't have anywhere better to be."
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Ronon shifted restlessly, making a slight face when he realized there had been another thing bugging him about this situation. The fact that this terminator guy was real even though he was played by someone else in a movie. Ronon had tried to talk to Sheppard about it, but Sheppard had been oddly avoidant.
Finally, Ronon just looked at him and said, "I saw you in a movie."
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The walrus' admission nearly prompted a sarcastic response - of course he had seen the movie. He'd never paused to ask what a terminator was, and while his reaction to the T-1000 was new - most people picked fear, odd admiration or a combination of the two rather than outright hostility - it was clearly based on recognition. But considering their earlier failures of communication, it was safer to stick to being straightforward.
"I know," he countered plainly, some wryness still making it into his voice. He directed an inquisitive gaze at the man, "Did you like it?" He knew full well the walrus disliked him, for some walrus-specific reason, but that had little to do with the ability to enjoy a superior piece of cinema.
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There, that was simple enough. Except for the fact that Sheppard's voice had clearly said Ronon afterwards, as if Ronon had said a bad thing. Right. Sheppard really needed to shut up.
Ronon grunted, shifting around in a disgruntled, restless sort of way, then brought his pitcher up for another drink. "I mean, yeah. I like action movies," Ronon said, right before he chugged down a whole lot of orange juice.
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"Yeah, so do I," he placed the empty mug down, experiencing a rather acute burning sensation in his throat. He didn't really get other kinds of movies. Especially the ones called 'dramas'. Didn't humans get enough of that in reality? It seemed vaguely masochistic.
He tilted his head at the walrus, attempting to decipher what his original meaning had been. Maybe he found it odd that the T-1000 was from a movie. He doubted the walrus could be an objective judge of oddness, though, considering his hairstyle. "Don't look to me for an explanation. I don't know how or why." Nor did he particularly care; it had little effect on his existence. "Most things here don't make sense. Might as well get used to it."
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Ronon turned back to look at him, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. "So you don't know why you were in a movie," Ronon said. "And you're not the actor."
Ronon distinctly remembered Sheppard telling him that movies were, in fact, not real and that the characters were played by actors. Apparently, this was not so. At least not here. "Then how do you know you were in one at all?"
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