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[feltgoodthough]

Ronon would never have said it to Heightmeyer or the woman who eventually replaced her who he had also been obliged to talk to on occasion (for a given value of talk). But every time he ran, every time he shifted his posture, picked up the pace and moved at speed, he could feel the Wraith at his back whether they were there or not. Running through

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[atlantismother]

All-in-all, for being accustomed to Atlantis' mild weather, and the island's warmer weather, she felt she was doing fairly well with the Russian winter that had so suddenly arrived only a few weeks before. It was helpful to hear that this would only last for a few more days, as well, but all the same...she could hold a measure of personal pride at functioning perfectly well outside.

Even if she did seem to be wearing more now than she did when she was studying the Ancient outpost on Antarctica.

Elizabeth was just headed out of New Atlantis toward the Compound, when she spotted an unmistakable figure in the snow ahead. It took a few moments to recognize that it was, indeed, Ronon--despite her belief that he had vanished not long ago.

When she did speak, there was still a portion of disbelief in her voice. "Ronon?"

[feltgoodthough]

Ronon is nearly at New Atlantis if the directions he was given are any good. He expected to find familiar faces there, Sheppard, he'd been told and McKay. But he hadn't ever expected to see Dr. Weir in any form since her new replicator form had walked willingly through the gate to save Atlantis again.

But there she is staring at him and it's not like before because he can't see any difference and she knows him. Which means there is only two options and he pulls his gun - just in case. She's another duplicate or worse a replicator. "You're not Weir."

[atlantismother]

Her smile faded to a small frown, and she lifted her hands to show she held no weapons. Truthfully, if Ronon had just arrived, his reaction was no surprise. She had gathered already that she had not survived the Replicator capture. That could only mean one of two things--death, or being turned into a Replicator herself.

Even now, it was a chilling thought.

She offered Ronon a soft, sad smile. "I know it's hard to believe, but I am. I arrived here at a time before the Asurans could finish their work."

[feltgoodthough]

Ronon knew the replicators were good at coming out with what they thought people wanted to hear. And they had all wanted Elizabeth to have survived - even on some weird island where they were stuck. He wanted that. But he wasn't going to just trust it. Her.

He unsheathed a knife and held it out to her handle first - he had more and if she was a replicator - it would hardly matter. "Prove it."