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End Of December: What It's Made

Fandom: Stargate:Atlantis

Category/Rated: Slash/PG

Year/Length: 2011/469 words

Pairing: John/Ronon

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

Series: What It's Made

Author's Notes: For gaffise, who wanted , and got a bit of What It's Made early relationship

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

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John felt like kind of an idiot, waiting outside the stage door, even though Ronon had said it was okay. Being the oldest person there by a good ten years didn't help, though at least none of his students were there to make it any weirder.

He waited for a couple of actors to come out and start chatting with the autograph hunters, like Ronon had suggested, then slipped around them and through the stage door.

"Autographs are outside," the man on the desk there told him firmly. "Or you can leave your book."

Tempting as it was to take the excuse, Ronon was expecting him, and they really hadn't been dating long enough for John to let him down without a good reason. Especially when he didn't actually want to. "I should be on the guest list," he said instead. "John Sheppard, I'm a friend of Ronon's."

It took the man a second to find John's name on a clipboard, then hand over a visitor lanyard. "Down the corridor, up the stairs, through the door marked stage. Watch out for low-flying equipment."

Ronon had taken John backstage once before, but that hadn't been anything like this. Then, the theatre had been empty, the stage dimly lit, the curtain down. Now, the curtain was open, the lights on full, men and women dressed in black moving back and forth across it. John hesitated in the wings, watching until he picked out Ronon, looking over a clipboard with a younger, Black man. Ronon's companion looked up first, spotting John and pointing him out, saying something to Ronon, who turned, a smile lighting up his face as he saw John.

"Hey," he said when he got close enough, one hand on John's arm as he ducked his head for a swift kiss. "You get in okay?"

"No problem. Thanks for the ticket, I really enjoyed it."

Ronon laughed. "Everyone says that."

"Okay, maybe it wasn't exactly my thing. But I liked being here." Or maybe what he really liked was watching the set, remembering the way Ronon had explained it all to him. "Should I get out of the way?"

Ronon looked over the stage. "No, we're nearly done. You want to meet some of the crew?"

"Sure."

"Great." Ronon grinned again, and all John wanted to do was kiss him. He had no idea what had broken up Ronon and Evan, but he was selfishly glad for it, whatever it had been, and even more so for them still being friends. "I thought we might get dinner when we finish here."

"My place?" John offered, grateful that it was Friday and he could sleep in.

"Sounds like a plan." Ronon took hold of John's arm, pulling him onto the stage. "Come on, your turn to meet some of my friends."


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