blue flamingos

Timestamp:Gone Native

Fandom: Stargate Atlantis

Category/Rated: Slash, PG

Year/Length: 2010/~674 words

Pairing: John/Ronon

Disclaimer: No, I don't own them, for which I should think they're profoundly grateful.

Summary: One year later

Series: Gone Native

Feedback: Yes please. Even if it's bad. Especially if it's bad.


"This was a bad idea," Ronon said, crouched behind a group of rocks while Wraith darts zipped overhead.

John fingered his blaster (retrieved from a secret store that he was still bitter about Ronon not letting him in on before) and contemplated making a run for that gate. "It was your idea," he pointed out.

"I said there was a rumor of a crashed Ancient ship here," Ronon corrected. "You're the one who said we should come."

John turned away from the darts for a moment, just to give Ronon an incredulous look. "I must be misremembering you saying 'hell yeah' to it."

"For the love of whichever god you choose," Larrin said suddenly in his ear piece, liberated from the crash box on the alpha site and fitted to the Travelers' radios. "Can you at least turn off the radios before you have your lovers' tiffs?"

Ronon snorted in amusement.

"It's a tactical debate," John said.

"Right," Larrin said, and John still couldn't tell, after a year with her crew, if she was faking the tolerance or the annoyance. "It looks like the darts are landing, and the ring just shut down, so maybe save the debate for when you're through the gate?"

John didn't need to look at Ronon to feel him tensing for the run – who knew all it would take was a couple of years of slapping down Wraith ships from an Ancient spaceship to curb his urge to go after every Wraith on the ground? And the irony was, they were good at it, the Travelers and John and Ronon, better than Atlantis had been. Better than the Ancients, still in the city. Not that they tried.

"Roger that," John said – some habits didn’t break easily.

Larrin laughed at him, but said, "We’ll stay in orbit till you're through, pick you up with the hyper-drive." She hesitated, then said, "Go, now."

Even after two years without them, it was weird to be making a run for the gate without Rodney and Teyla there with them. One of those things that would never get normal, never stop making his heart hurt a little, even when he was mostly distracted by running for his life. Again.

Still catching their breath on the other side of the gate, the first thing John heard was Katana's voice in his headset. "You did get the parts, right?"

"We're fine, thanks for asking," John said, but Ronon grinned at him and said, "Yeah. Plus some extra."


Back on the ship that night, John curled into Ronon in their curtained off alcove, loose and relaxed from some truly amazing 'hey, we didn't die,' sex. Ronon cupped the back of his neck, pulled the blankets up around them, made a small contented noise, the kind that never failed to make John smile. God knew this wasn't what the recruiter had meant when he'd said, "Join the Air Force, travel to places you never imagined," but John found it hard to imagine being anywhere else, even Atlantis.

"Larrin's planning to stop over with the colony of Dresner next," Ronon said, voice low – if John had thought Atlantis, or Air Force barracks, were open, they had nothing on the ship, where people were walking three feet from their heads, courtesy of massive over-crowding.

"With the herds of giant, wild rabbits?" John asked.

Ronon nodded. "They'll be on the other side of the planet."

"That doesn't help," John said. He thought about it for a moment, trying to picture the star map. "Isn't that near New Athos?"

Ronon patted the back of John's head in a way that reminded him of Rodney, like he still loved John despite John being incurably slow. "Yeah. She said she'd drop us off, pick us up after."

John hid his grin in Ronon's shoulder. They hadn't been to New Athos in nearly two months. "Wait a minute. What does she want in return?"

Ronon tucked John closer to him, an unmistakable invitation to go to sleep. "I'll tell you later."

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