Jealousy Part IX
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: This story just keeps twisting and turning on me - I start a chapter thinking things are going one way and then suddenly everything changes. I have no idea where these two crazy kids are going to take me next...
Jennifer was starting to think she had a secret admirer. It had started two days before with a cup of red jello at her work desk. Then it had been a piece of chocolate cake in her room, chocolate cake which had all been eaten by the time Jennifer had gotten to the mess hall after work. She was pretty sure she’d seen Rodney with two pieces but he wasn’t really the type of guy to leave desserts, well, uneaten. The flowers today had been a surprise - she’d expected cookies or maybe some leftover Salisbury’s steak - so the sight of the bright red and orange blooms had caused an excited, and welcome, gasp to escape her lips.
She had hoped, with every fiber of her being, that it had been Ronon leaving her gifts, his own weird way of showing her that he cared. But he’d been off-world when the cake arrived and she assumed that, if he was leaving the gifts, he’d maybe hang around more but he’d been particularly invisible since right around the time she’d seen him with Amelia. Maybe Eric or one of the new Marines she decided with a sigh as she absently played with one of the petals. So she sighed, moved the flowers to one side of her desk and settled into her paperwork.
It was a few hours later that Marie found her. The nurse glared at her, unsurprised to find the CMO at work on her day off, before shooing Jennifer out of the office and toward her quarters with the threat that she’d have Woolsey bench her if she came back. So Jennifer wandered back to her quarters, not looking forward to having a day with nothing to do, stopping to chat with Sheppard as he passed her on a way to a meeting and visiting with Teyla as Torren napped.
She could only put off the inevitable for so long, however, and she finally arrived back at door, waving it open without a glance. She stopped, or was stopped, by a large form immediately in front of her. A large form attached to Ronon’s surprised and sheepish face. Ronon. In her quarters. And were those candles?
“Um, so, what’s going on?”
Jennifer blushed, could feel her face burning and she struggled to look Ronon in the eyes. ‘The man’s in your room with candles and that’s what you say?’ she thought before hastily brushing her hair behind her ear and shifting her gaze to the carpet.
“I thought you’d still be in the infirmary.”
“Oh. I’m not.”
“Right.” Ronon could have kicked himself - standing in Jennifer’s room with candles and food and that’s what he says? This was not going as planned. “I mean, I was just going to get you.”
“Right. Why?”
“I thought you’d maybe like to have dinner with me. Here. In your quarters.”
This was definitely not going as planned at all. He was supposed to be scary and mean and alien and confident and instead here he was, bumbling through asking the girl he liked on a date like a teenager again.
“Right.”
God, was that all she could say? She was smart, wasn’t she? People said she was smart. And she’d had an actual conversation before, hadn’t she? Hell, she’d had an actual conversation with Ronon before but, no, now she had to act like a complete idiot because he was here, in her quarters, with candles, asking her, possibly, on a date. Her brain felt like mush, the butterflies in her stomach were beating their wings harder than ever and she was having some trouble breathing, her heart was pounding so hard.
“Are you okay?” She didn’t look okay - dazed, confused and a little out of breath. Maybe she was sick?
“What? Oh, I’m fine, super really.”
“Are you sure? You look a little sick.”
“Fine, really. So, you wanted to have dinner with me? Like a date?”
“Um, yes, if you want to, I mean, that’s what Amelia said I should do after what you said…”
“What I said? When?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Ronon didn’t like to lie, especially not to people who were important to him, but he had to agree with Amelia on this one: it would not be a good idea for Jennifer to find out that he’d been eavesdropping. Again.
“If it was important enough for you to suddenly want to ask me on a date then I kind of want to know what I said.”
Maybe she shouldn’t have pushed it, maybe things would have turned out differently that evening if she hadn’t but she couldn’t change the fact that she was Jennifer Keller and she wanted answers. So she crossed her arms and waited for his answer. And as she waited, looked his face in expectation, she noticed it. It being the slight twitch in the corner of his mouth. It telling her that something was definitely wrong.
“You listened to my conversation with Evan, didn’t you?”
“It was an accident.”
“An accident? You accidentally over heard us and just couldn’t move yourself away from the door or announce your presence?”
“Hey, you don’t even know when I appeared - I could have just shown up right when you were saying that you’d made a mistake.”
“But you obviously didn’t show up just then. And you are, just, so, you’re unbelievable, you know that? You do this whole wonderful gesture with the desserts and the flowers and now dinner and you ruin it by being a liar who listens to other people’s conversations.”
“I never lied to you. And I’m sorry I listened to your conversation. But what desserts and flowers?”
“Oh god, you didn’t leave those things for me, of course not. Why would you give me presents or do anything because you already supposedly know how I feel about you. No need to try, not when Jenny Keller is going to just throw herself at you. Was that why you wanted to have dinner in here? Knew you could make a move and I wouldn’t say no?”
She knew she shouldn’t have said it the second it came out of her mouth, knew that it hurt his feelings and his pride, but she was upset and embarrassed and furious. She thought he’d done this because he’d been ready to put his heart on the line too. She thought he’d given her gifts, had wooed her as pathetic as it sounded, and, in reality, he’d known all along that he didn’t have to do a thing because she desperately wanted to be with him. God, he knew she thought being with Rodney was a mistake.
“Just leave, please Ronon. Just go.”
So he turned and left, no arguments, nothing to say. And Jennifer knew that this time, she might have lost him for good.
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: This story just keeps twisting and turning on me - I start a chapter thinking things are going one way and then suddenly everything changes. I have no idea where these two crazy kids are going to take me next...
Jennifer was starting to think she had a secret admirer. It had started two days before with a cup of red jello at her work desk. Then it had been a piece of chocolate cake in her room, chocolate cake which had all been eaten by the time Jennifer had gotten to the mess hall after work. She was pretty sure she’d seen Rodney with two pieces but he wasn’t really the type of guy to leave desserts, well, uneaten. The flowers today had been a surprise - she’d expected cookies or maybe some leftover Salisbury’s steak - so the sight of the bright red and orange blooms had caused an excited, and welcome, gasp to escape her lips.
She had hoped, with every fiber of her being, that it had been Ronon leaving her gifts, his own weird way of showing her that he cared. But he’d been off-world when the cake arrived and she assumed that, if he was leaving the gifts, he’d maybe hang around more but he’d been particularly invisible since right around the time she’d seen him with Amelia. Maybe Eric or one of the new Marines she decided with a sigh as she absently played with one of the petals. So she sighed, moved the flowers to one side of her desk and settled into her paperwork.
It was a few hours later that Marie found her. The nurse glared at her, unsurprised to find the CMO at work on her day off, before shooing Jennifer out of the office and toward her quarters with the threat that she’d have Woolsey bench her if she came back. So Jennifer wandered back to her quarters, not looking forward to having a day with nothing to do, stopping to chat with Sheppard as he passed her on a way to a meeting and visiting with Teyla as Torren napped.
She could only put off the inevitable for so long, however, and she finally arrived back at door, waving it open without a glance. She stopped, or was stopped, by a large form immediately in front of her. A large form attached to Ronon’s surprised and sheepish face. Ronon. In her quarters. And were those candles?
“Um, so, what’s going on?”
Jennifer blushed, could feel her face burning and she struggled to look Ronon in the eyes. ‘The man’s in your room with candles and that’s what you say?’ she thought before hastily brushing her hair behind her ear and shifting her gaze to the carpet.
“I thought you’d still be in the infirmary.”
“Oh. I’m not.”
“Right.” Ronon could have kicked himself - standing in Jennifer’s room with candles and food and that’s what he says? This was not going as planned. “I mean, I was just going to get you.”
“Right. Why?”
“I thought you’d maybe like to have dinner with me. Here. In your quarters.”
This was definitely not going as planned at all. He was supposed to be scary and mean and alien and confident and instead here he was, bumbling through asking the girl he liked on a date like a teenager again.
“Right.”
God, was that all she could say? She was smart, wasn’t she? People said she was smart. And she’d had an actual conversation before, hadn’t she? Hell, she’d had an actual conversation with Ronon before but, no, now she had to act like a complete idiot because he was here, in her quarters, with candles, asking her, possibly, on a date. Her brain felt like mush, the butterflies in her stomach were beating their wings harder than ever and she was having some trouble breathing, her heart was pounding so hard.
“Are you okay?” She didn’t look okay - dazed, confused and a little out of breath. Maybe she was sick?
“What? Oh, I’m fine, super really.”
“Are you sure? You look a little sick.”
“Fine, really. So, you wanted to have dinner with me? Like a date?”
“Um, yes, if you want to, I mean, that’s what Amelia said I should do after what you said…”
“What I said? When?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Ronon didn’t like to lie, especially not to people who were important to him, but he had to agree with Amelia on this one: it would not be a good idea for Jennifer to find out that he’d been eavesdropping. Again.
“If it was important enough for you to suddenly want to ask me on a date then I kind of want to know what I said.”
Maybe she shouldn’t have pushed it, maybe things would have turned out differently that evening if she hadn’t but she couldn’t change the fact that she was Jennifer Keller and she wanted answers. So she crossed her arms and waited for his answer. And as she waited, looked his face in expectation, she noticed it. It being the slight twitch in the corner of his mouth. It telling her that something was definitely wrong.
“You listened to my conversation with Evan, didn’t you?”
“It was an accident.”
“An accident? You accidentally over heard us and just couldn’t move yourself away from the door or announce your presence?”
“Hey, you don’t even know when I appeared - I could have just shown up right when you were saying that you’d made a mistake.”
“But you obviously didn’t show up just then. And you are, just, so, you’re unbelievable, you know that? You do this whole wonderful gesture with the desserts and the flowers and now dinner and you ruin it by being a liar who listens to other people’s conversations.”
“I never lied to you. And I’m sorry I listened to your conversation. But what desserts and flowers?”
“Oh god, you didn’t leave those things for me, of course not. Why would you give me presents or do anything because you already supposedly know how I feel about you. No need to try, not when Jenny Keller is going to just throw herself at you. Was that why you wanted to have dinner in here? Knew you could make a move and I wouldn’t say no?”
She knew she shouldn’t have said it the second it came out of her mouth, knew that it hurt his feelings and his pride, but she was upset and embarrassed and furious. She thought he’d done this because he’d been ready to put his heart on the line too. She thought he’d given her gifts, had wooed her as pathetic as it sounded, and, in reality, he’d known all along that he didn’t have to do a thing because she desperately wanted to be with him. God, he knew she thought being with Rodney was a mistake.
“Just leave, please Ronon. Just go.”
So he turned and left, no arguments, nothing to say. And Jennifer knew that this time, she might have lost him for good.