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Investigating Socks
Chapter 1
"What are those?" asked Ronon, his question taking John by surprise. He was pointing at John's socks.
"They're socks," John replied, clearly confused. Surely Ronon knew what socks were, he'd been in Atlantis for what? Four year? He had seen them take their socks off before for certain. Heck, even before coming to Atlantis Ronon had lived in a society advanced enough to have guns. They must have invented socks at some point in time.
"What are they for?" Ronon's face was deadpan.
"Well…erm...protecting your feet I guess." Was Ronon joking? If he was,the guy sure had a good poker face.
"That's what boots are for." Ronon kicked off his own boots and sure enough, he wasn't wearing any socks.
John took off his tac vest as a stalling tactic while he thought up an answer. "Boots rub sometimes. Socks stop you getting blisters." he started rummaging around in his locker, looking for a clean shirt.
"What's wrong with a blister?" Ronon, unbelievably, still sounded deadly serious. John blinked; did Ronon actually like blisters or something?
"They hurt!"
"No they don't," Ronon said, smirking.
"No…no they don't," John pouted; Ronon was so damn masculine.
"So what are they for?" persisted Ronon.
"What?"
"Socks. What are socks for?"
John pulled out a shirt from his locker, took off his sweaty one and quickly changed before giving Ronon a response. "To keep your feet warm."
"That planet was hot." Ronon did have a point.
"Socks are for cold planets," John said, hoping Ronon would drop the subject. He didn't.
"So…why'd you wear them to a hot planet?"
"Because I like them!" John felt exasperated.
"Why?"
"Because they're good," John had run out of logical responses. Debating the need for socks was harder than he had thought it would be.
"At what?"
"Investigating!" John said the first thing that came to mind. He was completely out of ideas and explanations.
"Oh...can I have some?"
"What?" John was really struggling to keep up with this conversation.
"Some socks, so I can investigate,"
"Er, sure. Whatever," John chucked a pair of clean socks out of his locker to Ronon who caught them with a smile. Glad to have finally ended the strange debate, John sighed and left the room. A few moments later Teyla entered, thinking the locker room was empty so she could use it. A moment later, however, she noticed Ronon and smiled at him as he waved his socks at her.
"Ronon, why are you holding socks?" This was obviously the right question to ask as Ronon's face broke into a huge grin.
"Sheppard gave them to me," he said, as though it explained everything.
"How…thoughtful," Teyla raised an eyebrow.
"I told him I didn't know what they were. I'm going investigating. Bye."
"Why…?"
"Socks," said Ronon vaguely.
Teyla chuckled, shaking her head slightly. Boys are weird.