[clinic post]

Jan 17, 2010 15:06

It was another quiet day in the clinic. Jennifer had checked in briefly with the current patient, but there wasn't much to do for him right now. Everything was clean and in order, and after she'd brought herself up to date with recent clinic activity via patient files, she sat at the desk to work on wedding invitations ( Read more... )

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feltgoodthough January 17 2010, 20:15:59 UTC
When Ronon stuck his head in the clinic to see if Jennifer was busy, he was surprised to find her engrossed in writing. He didn't exactly think that Jennifer's job involved as much paperwork as her Atlantis job and he certainly didn't think it involved this much. But when he picked up a bit of paper and saw what it was it made sense. "This traditional?" he asked.

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dojustfine January 17 2010, 20:34:07 UTC
"Well, it can be," Jennifer explained. "They're invitations, which you usually give to people you'd like to invite to the wedding. Usually not written by hand anymore, though. You can go to print shops and have them professionally engraved or you can print them out on a printer at home, depending on how fancy you want to get. Of course," she added teasingly, "you really don't have to have them at all. You can just say, 'hey, we're getting married on this day, why don't you come?' But I thought I'd give it a try."

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feltgoodthough January 17 2010, 20:46:48 UTC
Ronon had just planned to tell people but as with most wedding details he was fine with what Jennifer wanted. He picked up one of the pens, examined the nib and tried out a line of calligraphy with slightly better results. "Want some help?"

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dojustfine January 17 2010, 20:49:53 UTC
"I could just let you do them all," Jennifer teased. "That looks pretty good. Not that I'm surprised or anything. Pull up a chair, I'm not busy." 'Not busy' was the case pretty much every day, and she was glad Ronon had stopped by. She needed the distraction.

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feltgoodthough January 17 2010, 21:04:08 UTC
"I can do them all," Ronon offered. He grabbed a chair straddled it and copied one of Jennifer's attempts wholesale for the wording. He looked at it. "You have a guest list?" he asked. Jennifer knew more people than he did just by virtue of wanting to know more people.

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dojustfine January 17 2010, 21:09:06 UTC
"Sort of," she said. "New Atlantis people, people you work with, people I work with, a few of my patients... it's not a lot of people, but it's always nice to have people you know there to help you celebrate."

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feltgoodthough January 17 2010, 21:28:51 UTC
A lot of the people Ronon worked with had vanished or worse but he didn't mention that to Jennifer. It proved the blank slate a nonsense and if the island produced Wraith or Gen'ii or even goa'uld - he had no intention of following it. Not that he was going to say that to Jennifer of course. He would invite Robbie of course and the twins and the woman he was seeing. And everyone else Jennifer wanted. "You write the list and I'll do the invites," he suggested.

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dojustfine January 17 2010, 21:46:34 UTC
"Okay," Jennifer agreed. Ronon was getting better results than she was anyway and a lot faster. She found a regular pen and piece of notebook paper and started making a list.

She'd been hesitant to ask before, because Ronon didn't like to talk about Sateda much and she figured if he had strong feelings about it, he would have said so already; but there was still something she needed to ask. "Um, Ronon?" she began. "I feel like I'm sort of monopolizing this whole wedding planning thing with a whole bunch of Earth traditions... is there anything special about Satedan customs you want to include?"

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feltgoodthough January 17 2010, 22:59:48 UTC
"No," said Ronon easily, which was true. He glanced over at her list and started adding names to the invites he was doing. But then he supposed he owed Jennifer more of an explanation than that - she was going to be his wife. Sateda was his past, Atlantis was his future. The island - well that was a stop somewhere in the middle. "I just want to marry you - I don't care about the traditions." But that wasn't enough and he put down the pen a moment.

"Sateda's dead," he said. "I mourned for it - and I moved on." It was only practical - less than three hundred Satedan's had survived in Pegasus and they were scattered on different worlds. Ronon knew perhaps as anyone from Pegasus would that it wasn't enough for Satedan culture to survive. So he had let it go. Mostly. And it wasn't what he wanted to be thinking about when marrying Jennifer. "There is one thing," he admitted, "not part of the wedding though and I don't know if it's possible on the island. You'll see if it is."

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dojustfine January 18 2010, 19:03:23 UTC
Jennifer had kind of suspected his answer would be something like that, and to be honest it was a little depressing. Where Ronon was ready to forget about Sateda and move on, Jennifer had hoped that he would keep at least some Satedan traditions alive. In her opinion, if everything about Sateda died, then the Wraith were the ultimate winners even if the Atlantis expedition somehow managed to eradicate every Wraith in the galaxy.

"You sure about that?" she asked, carefully.

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feltgoodthough January 19 2010, 21:30:42 UTC
"More than sure," he told her. Then he abandoned the invitations for a moment and caught her gaze. "All I want," he assured her, "is to marry you." He didn't really care about the details.

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dojustfine January 20 2010, 05:19:30 UTC
"That's all I want," she agreed, and toyed with the end of one of his dreadlocks. "I want you to be happy and I want us to be happy together. That's all."

It was so sappy and sentimental and she knew Ronon wasn't either of those things, but it was just the way she felt.

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