Jealousy Part V
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?
Notes: I don't want to hear anything bad about The Sound of Music, understood?
Plan C was definitely not going as planned.
It seemed to Jennifer that every time she made a move either Ronon or Eric would be there to counter it. Go to the mess hall for lunch? Eric would appear to escort her there and then insist on eating with her which would usually end up being right around when Ronon would appear at a table nearby to glower at his food while he ate. Or she’d go for a nice long run and end up crossing paths with Ronon along one of the piers. Or she’d be at her shift and Ronon would appear with a bleeding Marine or Eric would want to go over some test results. None of it was helping her stress level and none of it was helping her figure out what the hell to do with her life.
Plan C was supposed to be easy - do nothing, wait and see. Plan C was turning out to be more of a headache than she had originally imagined.
Jennifer sighed and brushed her hair out of her face before once more focusing her attention on the microscope in front of her. Dr DeLange’s green rash hadn’t cleared up yet, although the good news was it hadn’t spread, and she was still looking for a cure. It was times like these, when she was tired and frustrated and just a little bit on edge, that she really hated being CMO of Atlantis. Being CMO, especially CMO of an expedition to another galaxy that was rife with all sorts of weird alien viruses, meant longer hours and more pressure and clones for colleagues. Being CMO meant she was stuck in the infirmary, staring into a microscope, while everyone else was out enjoying movie night.
“And they were showing The Sound of Music,” she sighed, swiping her hair out of her eyes once more. “Stupid hair. Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes…”
“What’s that?”
His voice caused her to jump and she clutched a hand to her chest in a poor attempt to calm her racing heart. How did he do that? For someone so big, Ronon Dex had a way of sneaking up on you.
“Don’t do that! Hum or something, please.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” said Jennifer as she scanned his body quickly for any sign of injuries.
She didn’t really expect to see any injuries, did it out of habit more than anything else. She knew he hadn’t been off-world today and no one would be sparring during movie night. Well, she wouldn’t be sparring during movie night but, then again, she loved The Sound of Music and it was possible that someone had warned the other crew members and she wouldn’t be sparring even if it was movie night, so really, the point was moot.
“So what were you singing?”
“What? Oh, just a song from a movie - actually a song from the movie that is playing now. Did Sheppard warn you that it was a musical?”
“Pretty much - said there weren’t any explosions so I might as well skip it.”
“Oh, right. So are you hurt?”
“No.”
Jennifer rolled her eyes at Ronon’s monosyllabic answer. She usually didn‘t mind how quiet he was, thought it was nice to have someone to balance out her tendency to ramble, who actually listened to her when she rambled. But right now, after her complete lack of progress with the green rash and the fact that Plan C was just not working, that answer was just not going to cut it. “No”? What sort of answer was that?
“So, why are you here then?”
“I thought I’d come find you; you weren’t at movie night.”
There, he’d said it. He’d gone to movie night, even though The Sound of Music sounded awful, because he wanted to see her and, when he found she wasn’t there, he went in search of her. He was a little worried, she had a tendency to overwork, but more than anything he just wanted to see her.
Jennifer smiled at that answer - he’d looked for her. He wanted to see her. Her stomach did a flip and she could barely bring herself to look at him without blushing. He wanted to see her.
“Well, you found me.”
“Looks like it.”
“So, was there anything in particular you wanted from me?”
He didn’t say it, didn’t tell her he only wanted her, stopped himself from grabbing her and kissing her senseless. It wasn’t time, wasn’t right and he still wasn’t sure of what, exactly, her feelings were for him. He wasn’t planning on making the same mistake twice but maybe, just maybe, if he didn’t go too fast or push too hard, they could build something new together.
“Just thought I’d see what you were doing so, what are you doing?”
“Working on a cure for Dr DeLange’s rash and making absolutely no progress. I just don’t know what to try next.”
“My father always told me to take a break and come back when I was having trouble with something. Said the best ideas come when you least expect them. It usually worked for me.”
“Sounds like he was a smart man.”
“He was.”
Jennifer looked Ronon in the eyes then, forced her eyes to lock with his, before grabbing the hand that had been hanging at his side and squeezing. She offered him a smile, didn’t really know what to say to his all-to-rare revelation about something from his life on Sateda, and waited for him to speak again.
She had forgotten the feeling, how lucky and privileged she felt, whenever he spoke of his lost world, his lost friends and family. He opened up so rarely about his time before coming to Atlantis and Jennifer knew to treasure every word and memory that he gifted to her. It was an incredible feeling really, to be in the confidences of a man like Ronon Dex.
“So you’ll take a break?” he said, clearing his throat as he pushed back the memories of his father.
“Well, since you went through the trouble of finding me, I guess a break wouldn’t hurt. Do you think the movie is still playing?”
Jennifer laughed at the grimace which passed over Ronon’s face at the thought of sitting through any of The Sound of Music. ‘Sheppard must have really told him something for him to react like that,’ she thought with a smile. ‘Not afraid of anything, faces death down all the time and the thought of watching a musical brings him to his knees.’
“Okay, no movie then.”
“Come with me.”
“Where?”
“Just come, please.”
He held out his hand and waited, a confident smile spread across his face. He knew she’d come, knew she trusted him even after all the time that had passed since they had last been truly friends. So he waited and, as expected, she placed her hand in his with a timid smile and the faintest of blushes.
“So where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
Plan C was definitely not going according to plan. Wait and see. Do nothing. At the moment, however, Jennifer didn’t care. Plan C would have to wait. She had better things to do.
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?
Notes: I don't want to hear anything bad about The Sound of Music, understood?
Plan C was definitely not going as planned.
It seemed to Jennifer that every time she made a move either Ronon or Eric would be there to counter it. Go to the mess hall for lunch? Eric would appear to escort her there and then insist on eating with her which would usually end up being right around when Ronon would appear at a table nearby to glower at his food while he ate. Or she’d go for a nice long run and end up crossing paths with Ronon along one of the piers. Or she’d be at her shift and Ronon would appear with a bleeding Marine or Eric would want to go over some test results. None of it was helping her stress level and none of it was helping her figure out what the hell to do with her life.
Plan C was supposed to be easy - do nothing, wait and see. Plan C was turning out to be more of a headache than she had originally imagined.
Jennifer sighed and brushed her hair out of her face before once more focusing her attention on the microscope in front of her. Dr DeLange’s green rash hadn’t cleared up yet, although the good news was it hadn’t spread, and she was still looking for a cure. It was times like these, when she was tired and frustrated and just a little bit on edge, that she really hated being CMO of Atlantis. Being CMO, especially CMO of an expedition to another galaxy that was rife with all sorts of weird alien viruses, meant longer hours and more pressure and clones for colleagues. Being CMO meant she was stuck in the infirmary, staring into a microscope, while everyone else was out enjoying movie night.
“And they were showing The Sound of Music,” she sighed, swiping her hair out of her eyes once more. “Stupid hair. Girls in white dresses with blue satin sashes…”
“What’s that?”
His voice caused her to jump and she clutched a hand to her chest in a poor attempt to calm her racing heart. How did he do that? For someone so big, Ronon Dex had a way of sneaking up on you.
“Don’t do that! Hum or something, please.”
“Sorry.”
“It’s okay,” said Jennifer as she scanned his body quickly for any sign of injuries.
She didn’t really expect to see any injuries, did it out of habit more than anything else. She knew he hadn’t been off-world today and no one would be sparring during movie night. Well, she wouldn’t be sparring during movie night but, then again, she loved The Sound of Music and it was possible that someone had warned the other crew members and she wouldn’t be sparring even if it was movie night, so really, the point was moot.
“So what were you singing?”
“What? Oh, just a song from a movie - actually a song from the movie that is playing now. Did Sheppard warn you that it was a musical?”
“Pretty much - said there weren’t any explosions so I might as well skip it.”
“Oh, right. So are you hurt?”
“No.”
Jennifer rolled her eyes at Ronon’s monosyllabic answer. She usually didn‘t mind how quiet he was, thought it was nice to have someone to balance out her tendency to ramble, who actually listened to her when she rambled. But right now, after her complete lack of progress with the green rash and the fact that Plan C was just not working, that answer was just not going to cut it. “No”? What sort of answer was that?
“So, why are you here then?”
“I thought I’d come find you; you weren’t at movie night.”
There, he’d said it. He’d gone to movie night, even though The Sound of Music sounded awful, because he wanted to see her and, when he found she wasn’t there, he went in search of her. He was a little worried, she had a tendency to overwork, but more than anything he just wanted to see her.
Jennifer smiled at that answer - he’d looked for her. He wanted to see her. Her stomach did a flip and she could barely bring herself to look at him without blushing. He wanted to see her.
“Well, you found me.”
“Looks like it.”
“So, was there anything in particular you wanted from me?”
He didn’t say it, didn’t tell her he only wanted her, stopped himself from grabbing her and kissing her senseless. It wasn’t time, wasn’t right and he still wasn’t sure of what, exactly, her feelings were for him. He wasn’t planning on making the same mistake twice but maybe, just maybe, if he didn’t go too fast or push too hard, they could build something new together.
“Just thought I’d see what you were doing so, what are you doing?”
“Working on a cure for Dr DeLange’s rash and making absolutely no progress. I just don’t know what to try next.”
“My father always told me to take a break and come back when I was having trouble with something. Said the best ideas come when you least expect them. It usually worked for me.”
“Sounds like he was a smart man.”
“He was.”
Jennifer looked Ronon in the eyes then, forced her eyes to lock with his, before grabbing the hand that had been hanging at his side and squeezing. She offered him a smile, didn’t really know what to say to his all-to-rare revelation about something from his life on Sateda, and waited for him to speak again.
She had forgotten the feeling, how lucky and privileged she felt, whenever he spoke of his lost world, his lost friends and family. He opened up so rarely about his time before coming to Atlantis and Jennifer knew to treasure every word and memory that he gifted to her. It was an incredible feeling really, to be in the confidences of a man like Ronon Dex.
“So you’ll take a break?” he said, clearing his throat as he pushed back the memories of his father.
“Well, since you went through the trouble of finding me, I guess a break wouldn’t hurt. Do you think the movie is still playing?”
Jennifer laughed at the grimace which passed over Ronon’s face at the thought of sitting through any of The Sound of Music. ‘Sheppard must have really told him something for him to react like that,’ she thought with a smile. ‘Not afraid of anything, faces death down all the time and the thought of watching a musical brings him to his knees.’
“Okay, no movie then.”
“Come with me.”
“Where?”
“Just come, please.”
He held out his hand and waited, a confident smile spread across his face. He knew she’d come, knew she trusted him even after all the time that had passed since they had last been truly friends. So he waited and, as expected, she placed her hand in his with a timid smile and the faintest of blushes.
“So where are we going?”
“You’ll see.”
Plan C was definitely not going according to plan. Wait and see. Do nothing. At the moment, however, Jennifer didn’t care. Plan C would have to wait. She had better things to do.