Monkey See Monkey Do
Summary: Sheppard has a little fun teaching Ronon some earth fighting moves; more specifically he teaches him "The Way of the Chicken" and don't forget about the video cameras!
A/N: Okay I'm supposed to be working on a sequel to my other story "A Reason" but I got a wee bit sidetracked and this came out instead. Oops. This has three parts and it is complete so no worries about waiting forever.
Disclaimer: To my eternal dismay I don't own Stargate: Atlantis, Rodney McKay, Ronon Dex, or John Sheppard (WHAAHAAA!!) or much of anything else for that matter, not even my dog.
Chapter 1: The Way of the Chicken
"No really," insisted Sheppard "You put your fist right here in your armpit and strike down!"
"You're kidding." Ronon replied deadpanned. As usual.
Sheppard and Ronon had been sparring each other in the gym when Sheppard offered to teach Ronon a few of Earth's ancient fighting styles. Ronon had replied that he'd fought the marines enough to figure out the earthlings' style and he wasn't very impressed with it. Sheppard had offered him his trademark grin and said that he'd only been fighting marines trained in basic arts not the old ways. That had intrigued Ronon enough to agree to the Colonel teaching him the first steps of the ancient form of "El Chickeno", part of an ancient discipline, the members of which had revered the fierce chicken and sought to incorporate its ways into every aspect of their lives; which lead to their current situation.
"What do you mean 'I'm kidding'?" Sheppard scowled "I'm dead serious. This is a very revered and disciplined art and if you can't respect that then I'm not gonna bother teaching you. It's clear you don't deserve this honor." With that he grabbed his bag and began walking out of the gym.
"Wait." Called Ronon, Sheppard stopped and turned back. The Satedan took the time to stare hard at the Colonel. He truly seemed offended and didn't look to be hiding anything. "Okay, show me that again."
Sheppard continued staring at him for a few more seconds, seemingly satisfied with what he saw he dropped his bag back on the bench and walked onto the mats. "Alright," he said "I'll teach you but you've got to promise not to question this okay? It's just the way it's done. Questions may be asked after the lesson but never during."
With a shrug the big man agreed. "Sure."
"Great!" said Sheppard, grin firmly back in place. "Now what you do is you take your right arm, fold it over so that the fist is placed firmly in your armpit, do the same with your left, and strike downwards. Like this." He put actions to his words and created a 'chicken wing' and struck downwards. "Alright now you show me."
Ronon, still feeling a bit dubious about this copied the motion cautiously.
Sheppard scowled at him. "No, no, no. You have to commit. Here let's do this. I'll get my video camera and record you so you can see what you look like and then we'll go from there." Ronon shrugged and grunted. "I'll take that as a yes." Muttered Sheppard "I'll just go get my camera then and be right back. I want you to practice that while I'm gone."
"Okay." Mumbled the Satedan, he looked around making sure he was really alone then he repeated 'the chicken wing' with a bit more gusto. With a grunt he decided it may have its merits even if they weren't immediately obvious to him. After all, much of his training had made no since when he'd first started it but now he could see its purpose. Maybe it was the same with this "Way of the Chicken". He repeated the move a few more times, each time increasing in his enthusiasm and force.
Sheppard showed up again with his video camera just in time to see Ronon do the most powerful 'chicken wing' yet; complete with roar.
"Good!" the Colonel called "You're getting better already. I'll just set this up over here and get some vid of you then we'll review it and be done for the day. Sound good?"
Ronon shrugged "Yeah, sure."
"Okay, go!" Ronon formed 'the chicken wing' and struck downward with everything he had several times. He was truly starting to feel it!
"Alright I got it." Said Sheppard "C'mere and I'll show you what you look like." Ronon ambled over to the Colonel tossing his dreadlocks out of his face to see better. As he watched the smaller version of himself on the screen he grunted in satisfaction. He looked pretty good. Very powerful.
Sheppard shut off the camera and turned to his student. "Okay, any questions?"
"Yeah, one." Said Ronon "What's the point of that move?"
Sheppard gave a serene smile and answered in a mysterious tone "The answer to that lies inside you. Go meditate on this and all will be revealed." That said the Colonel turned, grabbed his gym bag and walked out the room to shower. Ronon stared after him for a few minutes pondering what he'd told him then with a shrug sauntered off to get cleaned up then maybe he'd get some supper with Teyla.
For his part as soon as Sheppard was safely in his room a wicked gleam crept into his eyes as he ejected the tape and held it up to the light. "Ah, my precioussss." He whispered, grinning like the cat that ate the canary and didn't get caught. Reaching up he tapped his earpiece "Rodney you there?"
McKay's voice came back almost instantly "Yes, Colonel, did you get it!?"
Fingering the tape Sheppard answered "Oh, I got it alright."
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