003. Ends; Rough Landing
Title: Rough Landing
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Amelia Banks, Ronon Dex, Richard Woolsey.
Prompt: 003 Ends
Word Count: 550
Rating: PG
Summary: The end of Michael and being anonymous.
Notes: Tag to the Prodigal - Missing scene. LDT
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Amelia passed Mr Woolsey as he walked out of the infirmary. He had an amused expression on his face that she had never seen there before. She nodded with the usual polite greetings that an employee would give to their boss as they passed.
She reached the entrance and paused for a moment to watch the man she had come for before he saw her. He looked peaceful, if a man that looked like him could be viewed as peaceful. But that was a stereotype and she quickly pushed it from her mind.
“Hey, Banks.” Ronon called to her in his deep, rough voice. It seemed even rougher now, most probably from the sleep he had just been brought out of. She gave him a shy smile and continued over.
“It’s Amelia, you know,” She said as she sat down on the bed next to his. He just shrugged and she let it alone, figuring at least she would know who was calling her when everyone else called her by her given name. “How are you feeling?”
Ronon seemed amused by this question for some reason and Amelia had to admit that it probably wasn’t the smartest inquiry, seeing him lying in the infirmary and all that.
“Concussion, few broken ribs, dislocated collarbone,” He listed off. “I’m fine.”
“I thought it was just a concussion.” Amelia mused, raising a brow at the Satedan.
“Woolsey?” Amelia nodded. “Yeah, I told him that just to get him off my back.”
“And get back to active duty faster?” Ronon actually had the decency to look sheepish and that was enough of an answer for her. There was an awkward silence that followed. Amelia looked down at her hands, fidgeting slightly.
“So, kickboxing then?” Her head snapped up again. It was her turn, this time, to look sheepish. “You had some nice moves.”
“Thanks, but I try not to make a habit of randomly breaking other people’s bones.”
“You should.” Was all Ronon said and Amelia just smiled. “I’ve been looking for a new sparring partner since Teyla has Torren now.”
It wasn’t a question or an invitation, it was just a simple comment but the way he looked at her after he had said it made her nod with a grin that showed him her enthusiasm for the endeavour. There was another silence after this, both just looking around at their surroundings with small smiles.
It wasn’t until much later when the doctor came over to tell them that visting hours were over. Amelia was sure it was a joke of some kind, or maybe the doctors here liked to keep some sort of home in their working habits but she agreed anyway.
“Oh by the way, Dex, I wanted to thank you.” Ronon just looked up at her with his brow furrowed in confusion.
“Why?”
“For stunning that hybrid before he tore me apart.” Amelia stated simply but honestly. To lighten the brooding silence that had fallen over them now, she continued on in a less serious fashion. “And for bringing me out of hiding. It seems now everyone wants to know about the incident.”
“Your welcome.”
She nodded, though she wasn’t quite sure if this was a good thing or not. “Good night, Dex.”
“Night, Banks.”
Only time will tell.
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