fic: The Answer, Yes - PG [Teyla, Ronon, John]
TITLE: The Answer, Yes
SUMMARY: Ronon wouldn't have minded skipping out himself, but something in him said 'Stay.'
CATEGORY: AU, crossover
RATING: PG
SERIES: Fly The Stars - sequel to ' Acts Of Peace'
DISCLAIMER: Don't own the rights. Making no money.
NOTES: Yes, it's been a while. I'm sorry - between yuletide writing, pinch-hitting, treating, reading, and feedbacking, getting my sga_beya Secret Santa done, organising the 12 Days Of Teyla Love-A-Thon, finishing up my stories for the sga_flashfic amnesty, working out what I'll be writing for choc_fic's Characters Of Colour Love-A-Thon, Christmas, and the muse stalling me, it's been pretty busy around here of late. And I'm still not getting enough writing done! However, this is definitely the second-last one in the series, with the last one being written tonight. (In between the blocks of a long-overdue patchwork quilt.)
The Answer, Yes
Back on Pegasus, life settled down to a routine.
The workshop had done well for itself in their absence. While Pegasus was not a core world, it was along one of the major trading routes through the system, and more than a few ships had come through Athos looking for the bits and pieces to keep themselves out in the black.
Since the war, more than a few had stopped on the way through, picking up various members of Athos or the neighbouring towns who didn't wish to live under the Alliance. More than a few of the crew from the war picked up and left - either for the black or for other planets further out where the Alliance would be slow to reach.
Ronon watched them go and wished them luck. He wouldn't have minded skipping out himself, but something in him said 'Stay.'
And Teyla was staying. That was reason enough for Ronon.
Nearly two months after the battle of Serenity Valley, on a golden spring morning, Halling came into the workshop with news of the city. "The new governor arrived this morning on an Alliance cruiser complete with military escort down to the surface. Word is, she's brought her own Alliance detachment."
"She?" Ronon arched a brow.
Teyla rested her elbows on the benchtop, sitting her chin in her hand. "I imagine they have brought their own technicians for the Alliance detachment?"
"If not, we might be in the market," Halling pointed out, hanging up his greatcoat before pulling out the box of jobs to be done that day.
"And if so, then we're not." Ronon bit back a grin as Halling gave him a steady, frowning look. "We're not," he said mildly when Teyla narrowed her eyes at him.
"We will still be more than capable of handling the non-Alliance ships that come through here," she said, gently nudging Halling out of the way so she could look through the job box and pick out the things that needed to be done. "Assuming that we do not stand around here all morning, jabber-jawing."
She presented them each with a sheet and a sweetly malicious smile and the conversation was ended.
Ronon's task today was to look over the 440 Bandolier in which the Independent soldiers had returned to Pegasus and see if any of the parts could be fixed up and used as spares. Before the sun had cleared the treetops, he had a half-dozen helpers from town, and by midday, he had most of the kids and adolescents watching the destruction - if not trying to wheedle him into letting them help.
"I hope we don't have to pay them all," Halling observed wryly when he brought the water keg at midmorning. His son was tugging on his arm, trying to persuade him to come around, but something beyond Jinto made him still and stiffen.
Ronon turned and tensed.
A man in an Alliance uniform, unbuttoned at the collar, was standing at the edge of the yard, watching the mayhem with a tilted head and amused green eyes, a clipboard resting on his hip as he met Ronon and Halling's gazes with the same steady gaze that had swept them in the cells of the Alliance cruiser.
One by one, the Athosians turned to look at the stranger in their midst, and he met their gazes with a light, pleasant expression. "Hey, I'm looking for Teyla Emmagan."
"Why?"
"The Ambassador in the city would like to meet her."
"Why?"
The wide mouth drew out in a smirk as the eyes flattened in a not-quite-friendly smile. "That would be between the Ambassador and Ms. Emmagan."
"Do you have a formal request for audience?"
There was a titter as the Alliance man whirled around, startled by Teyla's appearance on the path behind him. "Uh, hi. Yes." He pulled it from the clipboard - a formally engraved invitation, not a reprogrammable flimsy - and presented it with a flourish. "For you."
"Thank you, Major."
"Hey, you're welcome." Ronon saw the way the man's eyes lingered on her, as though none of the Athosians existed but her. "A response is expected."
Teyla looked up from her scrutiny of the letter. "Can it wait until after dinner?"
The major tilted his head. "Is that an invitation?"
She lifted the envelope and paper with a smile about her lips. "This is." Her eyes flickered up to look him over. "Are you permitted to accept personal invitations, major?"
He flashed something that might have been the hint of a genuinely amused smile. "I'm off the clock after this delivery."
Teyla's smile deepened in a way Ronon had never yet seen and wasn't sure he liked. "Then, yes," she said, "it is an invitation."
"Then the answer is yes, it can wait until after dinner."
And after a meal during which the Athosians watched John Sheppard like hawks eyeing off a sheep, and Sheppard ignored them all, Ronon helped wipe up the dishes Teyla washed - with the stranger lending an unexpected hand - and heard Teyla say, "Yes."
"Sorry?" John Sheppard frowned.
"You waited until after dinner for your answer to the invitation. The answer is yes."
He smiled, a brief twist of lips, like a man not sure whether to laugh at himself or shake his head in dismay. "I'll let the ambassador know."
--
10. A City Arising
SUMMARY: Ronon wouldn't have minded skipping out himself, but something in him said 'Stay.'
CATEGORY: AU, crossover
RATING: PG
SERIES: Fly The Stars - sequel to ' Acts Of Peace'
DISCLAIMER: Don't own the rights. Making no money.
NOTES: Yes, it's been a while. I'm sorry - between yuletide writing, pinch-hitting, treating, reading, and feedbacking, getting my sga_beya Secret Santa done, organising the 12 Days Of Teyla Love-A-Thon, finishing up my stories for the sga_flashfic amnesty, working out what I'll be writing for choc_fic's Characters Of Colour Love-A-Thon, Christmas, and the muse stalling me, it's been pretty busy around here of late. And I'm still not getting enough writing done! However, this is definitely the second-last one in the series, with the last one being written tonight. (In between the blocks of a long-overdue patchwork quilt.)
The Answer, Yes
Back on Pegasus, life settled down to a routine.
The workshop had done well for itself in their absence. While Pegasus was not a core world, it was along one of the major trading routes through the system, and more than a few ships had come through Athos looking for the bits and pieces to keep themselves out in the black.
Since the war, more than a few had stopped on the way through, picking up various members of Athos or the neighbouring towns who didn't wish to live under the Alliance. More than a few of the crew from the war picked up and left - either for the black or for other planets further out where the Alliance would be slow to reach.
Ronon watched them go and wished them luck. He wouldn't have minded skipping out himself, but something in him said 'Stay.'
And Teyla was staying. That was reason enough for Ronon.
Nearly two months after the battle of Serenity Valley, on a golden spring morning, Halling came into the workshop with news of the city. "The new governor arrived this morning on an Alliance cruiser complete with military escort down to the surface. Word is, she's brought her own Alliance detachment."
"She?" Ronon arched a brow.
Teyla rested her elbows on the benchtop, sitting her chin in her hand. "I imagine they have brought their own technicians for the Alliance detachment?"
"If not, we might be in the market," Halling pointed out, hanging up his greatcoat before pulling out the box of jobs to be done that day.
"And if so, then we're not." Ronon bit back a grin as Halling gave him a steady, frowning look. "We're not," he said mildly when Teyla narrowed her eyes at him.
"We will still be more than capable of handling the non-Alliance ships that come through here," she said, gently nudging Halling out of the way so she could look through the job box and pick out the things that needed to be done. "Assuming that we do not stand around here all morning, jabber-jawing."
She presented them each with a sheet and a sweetly malicious smile and the conversation was ended.
Ronon's task today was to look over the 440 Bandolier in which the Independent soldiers had returned to Pegasus and see if any of the parts could be fixed up and used as spares. Before the sun had cleared the treetops, he had a half-dozen helpers from town, and by midday, he had most of the kids and adolescents watching the destruction - if not trying to wheedle him into letting them help.
"I hope we don't have to pay them all," Halling observed wryly when he brought the water keg at midmorning. His son was tugging on his arm, trying to persuade him to come around, but something beyond Jinto made him still and stiffen.
Ronon turned and tensed.
A man in an Alliance uniform, unbuttoned at the collar, was standing at the edge of the yard, watching the mayhem with a tilted head and amused green eyes, a clipboard resting on his hip as he met Ronon and Halling's gazes with the same steady gaze that had swept them in the cells of the Alliance cruiser.
One by one, the Athosians turned to look at the stranger in their midst, and he met their gazes with a light, pleasant expression. "Hey, I'm looking for Teyla Emmagan."
"Why?"
"The Ambassador in the city would like to meet her."
"Why?"
The wide mouth drew out in a smirk as the eyes flattened in a not-quite-friendly smile. "That would be between the Ambassador and Ms. Emmagan."
"Do you have a formal request for audience?"
There was a titter as the Alliance man whirled around, startled by Teyla's appearance on the path behind him. "Uh, hi. Yes." He pulled it from the clipboard - a formally engraved invitation, not a reprogrammable flimsy - and presented it with a flourish. "For you."
"Thank you, Major."
"Hey, you're welcome." Ronon saw the way the man's eyes lingered on her, as though none of the Athosians existed but her. "A response is expected."
Teyla looked up from her scrutiny of the letter. "Can it wait until after dinner?"
The major tilted his head. "Is that an invitation?"
She lifted the envelope and paper with a smile about her lips. "This is." Her eyes flickered up to look him over. "Are you permitted to accept personal invitations, major?"
He flashed something that might have been the hint of a genuinely amused smile. "I'm off the clock after this delivery."
Teyla's smile deepened in a way Ronon had never yet seen and wasn't sure he liked. "Then, yes," she said, "it is an invitation."
"Then the answer is yes, it can wait until after dinner."
And after a meal during which the Athosians watched John Sheppard like hawks eyeing off a sheep, and Sheppard ignored them all, Ronon helped wipe up the dishes Teyla washed - with the stranger lending an unexpected hand - and heard Teyla say, "Yes."
"Sorry?" John Sheppard frowned.
"You waited until after dinner for your answer to the invitation. The answer is yes."
He smiled, a brief twist of lips, like a man not sure whether to laugh at himself or shake his head in dismay. "I'll let the ambassador know."
--
10. A City Arising