Okay, I must tell you before you begin reading... This is a pure product of my wild imagination on a day of boredom... DO NOT hesitate to review to tell me what you think about it please, so that I know if I have to write othe chapters or not...

Let's take this story is set during... Season two. And I have to say this is a kind of Sparky fanfic. I SAID KINDA FOR RODNEY'S SAKE !

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Childish games or how to avenge oneself

Dr Elizabeth Weir's eyes were burning from reading so much reports. Actually, she had never seen that much files on her desk since day one of the whole Atlantis Project, the main reason for this being John Sheppard. He had finally found the time to type his last ten -or so- reports, sitting on the steps leading to the stargate with his laptop, putting a show on to make her regret the decision she and Beckett had made to prevent him from going off-world until he had fully recovered from his last mission, where he had seriously injured one of his toes. Of course, a toe wasn't that essential for an off-world mission, however, it was slightly different when the toe was actually the one you used to keep your balance... It had been nearly nine days since the accident, and for nine days, Elizabeth had heard him groan from time to time – that is, every time she wasn't looking by the window to see him pulling faces. However, no matter how many times he had tried to come and see her in her office to complain, he still hadn't managed to overcome the stairs protecting her from his childish reproaches. Each time he had tried to come upstairs, he had ended up on the floor, and had regained composure immediately, to prove her he could definitely go off-world.

The first day, she had worried, the second day, she had allowed a light smile to show on her face out of amusement, the third day, she had felt irrited at his behaviour, and by the fourth day, she had begun to ignore him, no less. And as a way of revenge, he had given her all his reports at the same time, sending Chuck up to her office, as he could reach it – with all his toes, for that matter.

And after an entire day reading his foolish stuff, she felt exhausted, and she had conceived some kind of respect and admiration for Sheppard's parents. 'God, they should be awarded a medal for patience' she thought, her eyes fluttering shut to take some rest.

While running back to the stargate, I stumbled over a root and my foot got bruised, though it proved to be no handicap to my ability to run fast.

'Save your honor colonel'. She wasn't the only one who knew Ronon and Teyla had helped him make it through the gate...
One day, he would drive her nuts.

"Dr Weir ?"
She jumped at the sudden voice calling her and opened her eyes to see Ronon, standing in the middle of her office.

"You wanted to see me Ronon ?" She asked, rubbing her eyes.

"That's why I'm here."
"Course... Please take a seat" She offered with a smile, wondering if the Satedan was here to stand for John...
Ronon did as he was told, taking the chair in front of Weir's desk and craddling it against his chest.

Elizabeth raised an eyebrow, agape.

"Where do I put it ?" Ronon asked.

"I meant : please sit down Ronon..." She corrected.

A mischievous smile appeared on Ronon's face as he put the chair down and collapsed on it. 'So much for refinement' she thought.

"I was joking, come on, you should relax doc."

She was astonished. 'Ronon ? Joking ? Really ? Come on 'Lizbeth, you must be dreaming...'

"It's actually funny. Excuse me, I'm tired. What did you want to talk about ?"

He crossed his arms and took a more professional look.
"I want to learn how to gossip".
This time, Elizabeth nearly fell off her chair. She would have to go and see Carson, something was wrong. Maybe John was right after all, she might be suffering from overwork, a burnout, whatever doctors called this, something was wrong with her.

"You want... What ?!" She choked.

"You heard it. Gossiping seems to be a national sport on Earth. I was told I don't know how to gossip."

That was not completely false, nor was it surprising. But somehow, Elizabeth couldn't picture Ronon chit-chatting about the latest rumors of the city. It didn't really fit the character you know.
"And you want ME to teach it to you ?" She asked nevertheless, raising an eyebrow for the second time in less than three minutes – well, to tell the truth, it wasn't something unusual for her.
"Yeah."

"What about John ? He is so bored with staying here all day..." She suggested.

"He sucks at this whenever he is not the main interested by the gossip."
"Yeah, I guess we all know about his reputation. So you really want to play this game Ronon ?"
He noded, already ready to listen and learn.

She sighed. It was not that difficult. She wasn't really the kind of woman to have an interest in gossips, however, it was something very easy to do, like a gift granted to all women.
"All you have to do is to create a story about someone based on some facts. Like... I don't know..." She rested her forehead on her hand to think of something. "Look, John is stuck here on Atlantis and he pretends he is perfectly fine.".
Ronon frowned.

"So ?"
"So it could lead you to the conclusion that I ordered him to stay for three weeks so that I can spend more time with him because... Well, Dr Weir is in love with Sheppard." That was the best she had come up with. And her cheeks burned.

"The most important thing is that a gossip is not real. That's why people like them." She added skillfully.

"I see. Your example is not a good rumor." Ronon stated, his face blank.
"No ?" She cocked her head to the side in disbelief.

"No." Ronon got up and made his way towards the door.
"Wait ! Why ?" Elizabeth stopped him.
Ronon stopped dead in his tracks.

"You just told me a gossip must not be real" He reminded her, not even turning to face her.

"It is what I told you, isn't it ?".
Ronon got out of the office and headed towards the gym, leaving Elizabeth thinking about what he had just said. Why would the all story about the leader of Atlantis being in love with the colonel Sheppard be a non-gossip ?

'Oh god... Don't tell me everyone believes that...' Not even bothering to finish her thought, she got up and stared at the room underneath her. John was still sitting on the stairs. When he sensed her watching him, he waved at her with a devilish grin.
"So, are you finished reading my reports yet ?" Her earpiece asked while John mouthed the same words.
'John Sheppard, would you be so childish ?' she whispered.

TBC ?