Jealousy Part IV
Title: Jealousy
Fandom/Pairing: Stargate Atlantis (Ronon/Jennifer)
Rating: PG (as of now)
Spoilers: Post-finale but only for some character/relationship mentions.
Summary: Jennifer is jealous. What’s a girl to do?
Amelia couldn’t help herself, although she really tried, so she just let the laughter out, long, hard and loud. The look on his face, part disgust and part surprise, made it worse and she clutched her stomach as it began to ache from the spasms.
Ronon Dex was strong and calm and practically perfect and yet here he was completely undone by Jennifer Keller? It was too funny, she wished she had been there, and she couldn’t wait to tell Stephen when he got back from his trip off-world that her ex-boyfriend, ‘Captain Tall, Dark and Broody,’ he always called Ronon, had been left completely flummoxed by the blonde, petite and at times completely skittish doctor.
“You just handed her a jello? Just like that? Just ‘here’s a jello’ and then nothing? What is wrong with you?”
“I don’t see what the problem is - she needed a jello, I had a jello and I gave it to her. Why are you laughing?”
“I wish I had been there - she probably gave you a look that could kill.”
“No, she just took it and went back to her date,” Ronon said, spitting out the word ‘date’ like it left a bad taste in his mouth. Amelia laughed again, god he was obvious, and waited for his inevitable next question. “Why would she be mad at my giving her a jello?”
“It wasn’t the jello,” she said with a shake of her head. It was sweet, in a way, how clueless he could be when it came to Dr Keller.
It had been easy between her and Ronon: similar interests and ideas, he didn’t need to worry when she went off-world because she could handle herself and, most importantly, things between them had never run too deep in the romantic sense. They had fun, enjoyed each other’s company and, after it ended, they were able to become just good friends.
It was different with Jennifer, always had been different. The doctor and the Runner. The healer and the soldier. Where Jennifer was light and hopeful with an infectious smile, Ronon was dark and quiet with a nasty glare and the weight of a whole world on his shoulders. Perfect opposites in some ways and, thought Amelia, perfectly suited for each other in all the ways that mattered. Which was why she, the ex-girlfriend who only wanted what was best for him, was going to help him figure out his Jennifer-sized problem.
“Then why do you think she would have been upset at me giving her the jello? She didn’t seem upset, confused maybe, but not upset. I thought giving her the jello was a friendly gesture?”
“Oh god, will you stop it with the jello! It was not the jello! Forget the jello!”
Ronon was quiet, not unusual for him, and waited for Amelia to, inevitably, explain herself. No matter how long he lived on Atlantis, surrounded by people from Earth, he’d never quite understand them. Everything was so complicated with them - jello wasn’t just jello, no one ever said what they meant, everyone ran around playing games with each other’s feelings and, frankly, he was getting a little tired of always feeling three steps behind when it came to Earth and its customs. So he stood, arms crossed, and waited for her to explain what, exactly, he had done wrong and then for her to tell him, exactly, what he should do about it.
“Jennifer has feelings for you - she was jealous the other day at lunch, that was why she was staring at us and, yes, I did notice that because I actually am aware of my surroundings.”
“Why would she be jealous?”
Amelia rolled her eyes, ‘he is so dense sometimes,’ before pressing on.
“She would be jealous because she has feelings for you, not-so-platonic feelings.”
“Oh.”
Ronon’s head hurt a little trying to figure it all out. She had feelings for him? Romantic feelings? He had once thought she felt that way about him but he had been terribly wrong then and had ended up being hurt. But why would she suddenly have feelings for him now? They hadn’t really spoken since she had chosen Rodney and she had been actively avoiding him for the past few days although that could have been out of embarrassment at being caught staring. And yet he knew what he had felt when their eyes had locked, knew there was still some sort of electricity there, and he had wondered in the mess hall if she had been staring at Amelia and him because she was jealous. It didn’t make sense, any of it, and it was all starting to give him a headache.
“So then why would she be upset about the jello?”
“SHUT UP ABOUT THE STUPID JELLO!,” Amelia shouted before turning on her heel and storming out of the gym, barreling past a handful of confused Marines on her way out the door.
She could not believe the man, could not believe his fixation on the jello, completely ignoring the larger picture in the process, and she refused to deal with it any longer. Her and Ronon were friends but even friends had limits and if he wanted to be dense and ignore the important questions then so be it.
Ronon watched her go, surprised at her rather sudden outburst, before shrugging his shoulders and sitting down on one of the benches. He’d figure it out, he always did - why Jennifer had feelings for him now, why she would be upset and what, exactly, was wrong with jello.
On the other side of Atlantis, in the infirmary, Jennifer sat locked in her office. Her computer was on, paperwork scattered across the desk and she held a pen in one hand. Of course the computer was currently working its way through the screensaver, the papers were all unread and the pen was being tapped, constantly and frantically, against her desk. Jennifer was distracted and it was, once more, partly because of a certain Satedan.
Last night had been…interesting was a good word for it. Her date went smoothly up until Ronon had shown up and decided to stare her down from across the mess hall. Even with his sudden appearance, she had still managed to have a good time. Eric was a charming dinner companion and he hadn’t even mentioned her rather abrupt departure from the table in order to grab some more jello. So at the end of the night she had allowed him to kiss her, quick and soft, outside of her door before she scampered inside and locked it behind her.
It was the kiss, and Ronon’s strange behavior, which was causing Jennifer to ignore her work. The kiss was nice, pleasant if not terribly exciting, and it had been a long time since she had been kissed. She liked Eric, thought he was a wonderful man and the sort of person that, back on Earth, she would have settled down and started a life with happily.
But they were not on Earth and, after spending all this time in another galaxy, she knew that what she had wanted, what she would have settled for, on Earth was no longer what she needed. She had tried it once with Rodney, had put in her best effort, but, at the end of the day, she was no longer Jennifer Keller from Chippewa Falls. She was Jennifer Keller, CMO of Atlantis in the Pegasus Galaxy, and Rodney, and now Eric, was not where her heart was leading her.
Which brought her right back around to Ronon. She had hoped, foolishly as it turned out, that he had come to the mess hall because he was jealous. She had hoped that he had stared at her, attempted to ruin her date, because he didn’t want to see her with anyone but him. But of course, as non-work related things usually turned out for her, she was wrong. So here she was, sitting at her desk with a ton of work unfinished, distracted, confused and frustrated.
She knew where the cards lay, or at least thought she did, and she needed to make a choice. She could go safe once more, stick with Eric and see what happened. She could take a leap, find Ronon, throw him down and have her way with him before confessing everything - that she had made a mistake, that she always wanted him and that, if he’d let her, she’d chose him for now and always. Or she could go with plan C, when had she started lettering them?, and do nothing, wait and see. She knew she should come up with a plan D, that Evan always said plan C should be automatically tossed out, but she couldn’t think of a D at the moment and, frankly, she was too tired to care.
She thought about, weighed the pros and cons of each, before sighing and rubbing her hand across her face. All the thinking was making her head ache and she was exhausted by it all. That settled it. She’d go with Plan C, Evan and his advice be damned.
Fandom/Pairing: Stargate Atlantis (Ronon/Jennifer)
Rating: PG (as of now)
Spoilers: Post-finale but only for some character/relationship mentions.
Summary: Jennifer is jealous. What’s a girl to do?
Amelia couldn’t help herself, although she really tried, so she just let the laughter out, long, hard and loud. The look on his face, part disgust and part surprise, made it worse and she clutched her stomach as it began to ache from the spasms.
Ronon Dex was strong and calm and practically perfect and yet here he was completely undone by Jennifer Keller? It was too funny, she wished she had been there, and she couldn’t wait to tell Stephen when he got back from his trip off-world that her ex-boyfriend, ‘Captain Tall, Dark and Broody,’ he always called Ronon, had been left completely flummoxed by the blonde, petite and at times completely skittish doctor.
“You just handed her a jello? Just like that? Just ‘here’s a jello’ and then nothing? What is wrong with you?”
“I don’t see what the problem is - she needed a jello, I had a jello and I gave it to her. Why are you laughing?”
“I wish I had been there - she probably gave you a look that could kill.”
“No, she just took it and went back to her date,” Ronon said, spitting out the word ‘date’ like it left a bad taste in his mouth. Amelia laughed again, god he was obvious, and waited for his inevitable next question. “Why would she be mad at my giving her a jello?”
“It wasn’t the jello,” she said with a shake of her head. It was sweet, in a way, how clueless he could be when it came to Dr Keller.
It had been easy between her and Ronon: similar interests and ideas, he didn’t need to worry when she went off-world because she could handle herself and, most importantly, things between them had never run too deep in the romantic sense. They had fun, enjoyed each other’s company and, after it ended, they were able to become just good friends.
It was different with Jennifer, always had been different. The doctor and the Runner. The healer and the soldier. Where Jennifer was light and hopeful with an infectious smile, Ronon was dark and quiet with a nasty glare and the weight of a whole world on his shoulders. Perfect opposites in some ways and, thought Amelia, perfectly suited for each other in all the ways that mattered. Which was why she, the ex-girlfriend who only wanted what was best for him, was going to help him figure out his Jennifer-sized problem.
“Then why do you think she would have been upset at me giving her the jello? She didn’t seem upset, confused maybe, but not upset. I thought giving her the jello was a friendly gesture?”
“Oh god, will you stop it with the jello! It was not the jello! Forget the jello!”
Ronon was quiet, not unusual for him, and waited for Amelia to, inevitably, explain herself. No matter how long he lived on Atlantis, surrounded by people from Earth, he’d never quite understand them. Everything was so complicated with them - jello wasn’t just jello, no one ever said what they meant, everyone ran around playing games with each other’s feelings and, frankly, he was getting a little tired of always feeling three steps behind when it came to Earth and its customs. So he stood, arms crossed, and waited for her to explain what, exactly, he had done wrong and then for her to tell him, exactly, what he should do about it.
“Jennifer has feelings for you - she was jealous the other day at lunch, that was why she was staring at us and, yes, I did notice that because I actually am aware of my surroundings.”
“Why would she be jealous?”
Amelia rolled her eyes, ‘he is so dense sometimes,’ before pressing on.
“She would be jealous because she has feelings for you, not-so-platonic feelings.”
“Oh.”
Ronon’s head hurt a little trying to figure it all out. She had feelings for him? Romantic feelings? He had once thought she felt that way about him but he had been terribly wrong then and had ended up being hurt. But why would she suddenly have feelings for him now? They hadn’t really spoken since she had chosen Rodney and she had been actively avoiding him for the past few days although that could have been out of embarrassment at being caught staring. And yet he knew what he had felt when their eyes had locked, knew there was still some sort of electricity there, and he had wondered in the mess hall if she had been staring at Amelia and him because she was jealous. It didn’t make sense, any of it, and it was all starting to give him a headache.
“So then why would she be upset about the jello?”
“SHUT UP ABOUT THE STUPID JELLO!,” Amelia shouted before turning on her heel and storming out of the gym, barreling past a handful of confused Marines on her way out the door.
She could not believe the man, could not believe his fixation on the jello, completely ignoring the larger picture in the process, and she refused to deal with it any longer. Her and Ronon were friends but even friends had limits and if he wanted to be dense and ignore the important questions then so be it.
Ronon watched her go, surprised at her rather sudden outburst, before shrugging his shoulders and sitting down on one of the benches. He’d figure it out, he always did - why Jennifer had feelings for him now, why she would be upset and what, exactly, was wrong with jello.
On the other side of Atlantis, in the infirmary, Jennifer sat locked in her office. Her computer was on, paperwork scattered across the desk and she held a pen in one hand. Of course the computer was currently working its way through the screensaver, the papers were all unread and the pen was being tapped, constantly and frantically, against her desk. Jennifer was distracted and it was, once more, partly because of a certain Satedan.
Last night had been…interesting was a good word for it. Her date went smoothly up until Ronon had shown up and decided to stare her down from across the mess hall. Even with his sudden appearance, she had still managed to have a good time. Eric was a charming dinner companion and he hadn’t even mentioned her rather abrupt departure from the table in order to grab some more jello. So at the end of the night she had allowed him to kiss her, quick and soft, outside of her door before she scampered inside and locked it behind her.
It was the kiss, and Ronon’s strange behavior, which was causing Jennifer to ignore her work. The kiss was nice, pleasant if not terribly exciting, and it had been a long time since she had been kissed. She liked Eric, thought he was a wonderful man and the sort of person that, back on Earth, she would have settled down and started a life with happily.
But they were not on Earth and, after spending all this time in another galaxy, she knew that what she had wanted, what she would have settled for, on Earth was no longer what she needed. She had tried it once with Rodney, had put in her best effort, but, at the end of the day, she was no longer Jennifer Keller from Chippewa Falls. She was Jennifer Keller, CMO of Atlantis in the Pegasus Galaxy, and Rodney, and now Eric, was not where her heart was leading her.
Which brought her right back around to Ronon. She had hoped, foolishly as it turned out, that he had come to the mess hall because he was jealous. She had hoped that he had stared at her, attempted to ruin her date, because he didn’t want to see her with anyone but him. But of course, as non-work related things usually turned out for her, she was wrong. So here she was, sitting at her desk with a ton of work unfinished, distracted, confused and frustrated.
She knew where the cards lay, or at least thought she did, and she needed to make a choice. She could go safe once more, stick with Eric and see what happened. She could take a leap, find Ronon, throw him down and have her way with him before confessing everything - that she had made a mistake, that she always wanted him and that, if he’d let her, she’d chose him for now and always. Or she could go with plan C, when had she started lettering them?, and do nothing, wait and see. She knew she should come up with a plan D, that Evan always said plan C should be automatically tossed out, but she couldn’t think of a D at the moment and, frankly, she was too tired to care.
She thought about, weighed the pros and cons of each, before sighing and rubbing her hand across her face. All the thinking was making her head ache and she was exhausted by it all. That settled it. She’d go with Plan C, Evan and his advice be damned.