John Sheppard is many things.
Pilot, yes.
Lover of Ferris Wheels, yes.
Dumb? No.
He knew better than to break up a fight between Ronon and Jennifer Keller, the last three Marines that had tried to get in between the two had been forcefully evicted.
With multiple broken bones, high-velocity blood arcing from opened arteries.
Inflicted by the petite doctor.
Ronon, for the most part, just stood there, a dazed look on his face as Jen continued to pummel him as hard as she could, screaming obscenities until her face turned purple. Finally, she had gone, leaving a traumatized John Sheppard and a very shocked Satedan staring after her.
"Damn, what'd you do this time Buddy? Skip another physical? Forget your anniversary?"
"No. Worse." Ronon shook himself out of the daze as he slowly broke into a grin.
"Drink the last of the coffee?"
"Bigger than that."
"Switched Rodney to decaf, until he was over his addiction to caffeine, then gave him triple shot espresso?"
"You did that too? Poor McKay. But no, not this time." Ronon sighed, his smile widening.
"Okay, I give. What'd you do, so I know not to repeat the mistake with Teyla?" Sheppard asked.
"You know how Doc takes those little birth control pills?" Ronon actually seemed to puff up slightly as if preening.
"Yeah, and?"
"Evidently, if someone replaces them with those with the new mini Tic-Tacs, they lose effectiveness. Doc's pregnant." Ronon grinned.