Dr. Beckett smiled tiredly as he watched his friend Col. Shepperd rush out of the infirmitary, he never took it personal that his friends were always eager to get out of his care after returned from being off world.
Most military personell he knew had a strong dislike of the medical checks and testing, Teyla and Ronan did not understand most of Dr. Becketts skills or expertise but also regarding him as if his training was in fact a type of magic or voodoo as Rodney always explains.
Shepperd had left and Dr. Beckett knew that he would send in his next patient for the standard check post mission. He had already seen Rodney, the man was always first since he seemed to lean towards being a hypercondriac and with so many allergies he way always needing antihistermeans.
Dr. Beckett busied himself tidying up the mess Shepperd left behind but froze when he finally felt the presence and eyes of Ronan Dex staring into the back of his head silently.
Beckett swallowed the lump in his throat as he turned to face the larger man who grinned at him briefly as he continued to walk his way into the infirmitary,
Ronan sat himself up on the empty hospital bed and his intense stare watched Dr. Beckett expectantly. Ronan always enjoyed watching the Dr, he had felt an almost immediately trust, loyalty and respect for Dr. Beckett. The man had removed his tracking device under gun point and he treated Ronan with a calm, professional and non judgemental manner. Ronan was impressed the smaller man had not been more intimidating, he knew he had that effect on people in general and that softly spoken Scot had walked straight into a strange situation and with the steadiest hands under pressure freed Ronan from his seven year hell living as a runner.
"Doc" Ronan greeted briefly ignoring the warm feeling that starting swirling around in his stomach. He knew he enjoyed the Dr's company and could reply on him for anything but he did not understand the feelings that came to him when he was alone with Beckett. Ronan had long ago accepted that unlike many of his people he would not meet his life love. Like the other children in his youth he had the visions that showed him what to look for or how to recognise it. Some of his childhood friends visions had shown their partners face, a location they had not yet seen, a unqiue feeling, the sound of their laughter or the smell of their perfume. Ronan had travelled many worlds and as a runner saw more places than many of his kin but he never came across the person who had those unique markings on their skin that his visions had released to him years ago. Life as a runner meant that he knew even if he met his life love he would have to leave them for their own safely and for many years Ronan had expected his life as being one who would not find his true love. He had not spent all his time without spending some nights with a warm body to share the bed with but they were far between and they had left him feeling empty and never felt right as they all had no markings on their body like the pale limbs and glimpses his vision had shown him. He would seen it clearly in the back of his mind, a writing that he did not know or any one he had asked been able to identify, symbols he did not understand and odd drawings that confused him.
"Ronan, lad how are ya" Dr. Beckett smiled gently looking at the taller tanner man.
"Well" Ronan answered
"No injuries to report?" the Scot pushed
"Just a few scratches" he admitted gruffly
"Right, well lets see them then" Carson walked off to collect some basic equipment to patch Ronan up, he turned back around to see Ronan had removed his vest and after one moment of admiring the view noticed several angry gashes on his shoulders, torso and arms.
"Just a scratches ya say" He laughed kindly before calmly cleaning and dressing the wounds, he kept his eyes down focused on his work and absentmindedly started to hum along with the old CD he had playing out of his laptop in the office.
Ronan stared down as Carson worked studying him as Carson worked quietly, he felt that same feeling rush back to him as Dr. Beckett started to hum as he continued.
"Whats the song called?" Ronan asked, the Dr's face snapped up startled and Ronan realised his question came out quite sudden and harshly.
"Your humming" he added
"Aye" Carson answered "It's a song that my Mother use to sing to be as a lad" he answered honestly
"A tradtional song of your people?" Ronan asked
"Aye, a common song from where I am from"
"Scotland" Ronan added remembering the conversation he had with both Carson and Shepperd separately to explain to the new comer why Dr. Beckett had a very different sounding voice and said things slightly different than the others.
"You remember, well done lad" Carson smiled happily
"Sing it" Ronan asked again in his slightly gruff tone
"Ohh, no lad I don't sing well" Dr. Beckett answered looking away
"Sing it" he asked again in a more gentlier tone
Becket sighed softly and looking down at his hands as he continued to roll back up the un used part of the banage he did not use on Ronan he softly sung
" By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond,
Where me and my true love will ne'er meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond.
Oh! ye'll tak' the high road and I'll tak' the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye;
But me and my true love will ne'er meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond.
'Twas then that we parted in yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side o' Ben Lomond,
Where in purple hue the hielan hills we view,
And the moon comin' out in the gloamin'.
Oh! ye'll tak' the high road and I'll tak' the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye;
But me and my true love will ne'er meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond.
The wee birdies sing and the wild flowers spring,
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping,
But the broken heart, it kens nae second Spring again,
Tho' the waeful may cease frae their greeting.
Oh! ye'll tak' the high road and I'll tak' the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye;
But me and my true love will ne'er meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks o' Loch Lomond"
He finished before turning away but Ronans strong hand held onto his shoulder
He smiled at himself thinking of his mothers voice as she would sing to herself as she cooked and cleaned their small home as he grew up. His father had been an unpleasant shadow that he choice to ignore.
"Thank you for sharing your song with me" Ronan stated standing and after a nod of farwell to the Dr. walked out of the infirmity passing Teyla as she came down to get her post mission exam.