aha! a mini-story/drabble thing for you all! this is a random idea i hope you all appreciate! i'm soo sorry that the muse hasn't been working on the other stories, really i am... i love the others, but i have terrible writer's block... i hope i get over it, cuz the first step to recovery is writing something, right?
anyway, on to the story!
John had just spent his last three hours running around Atlantis. He was desperately looking for Ronon, Weir wanted him and that alone was cause to find the man.
SA-1 had just come back from a long and very dirty mission from a planet made solely of dirt no less. No doubt all of his team was taking a shower or had already taken a shower. Only Rodney took three hour showers, it just wasn't Ronon's thing. So Sheppard had looked everywhere, including the gym, the stick practice place, and the commissary. Ronon, although large, was very stealthy, but what was the point in him hiding on Atlantis from the Earthlings?
Sick and tired of this chase and desperately wanting his bed, John thought of something vitally important. He hadn't gotten around to checking Ronon's own quarters.
'Wow, I can't believe I didn't think of that earlier… stupid mission…' John thought to himself wearily. Tough guy to the last, he trot off in search of Ronon's quarters.
So, stumbling along, half blind from all the dirt in his eyes, John finally made it and pounded on the door.
"Ronon? You in here? Hello?" he shouted. Atlantians passing in the hallway gave him the oddest looks, but John ignored them. He was the commander of the military forces here and, in times of trouble, he would save their sorry asses. "Ronon, you better be dressed or whatever 'cuz I'm coming in there."
John was not in the mood to see one of his good friends butt-naked. It simply wasn't appealing to him at this time of night… not that it ever was appealing… at any time…
Anyway, Sheppard sighed and waved the door open. With its usual hiss, the door slid open revealing no one inside. Confused, Sheppard took a step in and the door obediently closed behind him. The colonel looked around cautiously.
"Hello? Anybody home?" he asked quietly. When no answer presented itself, John decided that he was going to check the side rooms, including the bathroom. Strangely, the door to the bathroom was wide open. So, Sheppard took a careful step in and gaped in awe.
There Ronon was, asleep in the bathtub. It seemed that Ronon had simply crawled in, curled up, and had found it so comfortable that he had fallen asleep. John smiled. He suddenly wished he had a camera…
Wait… the mission had required the use of a camera and he had stored it in… his back pocket. Yep, there it was. Ooh, Ronon was going to be surprised tomorrow morning, Sheppard thought as he snapped away.
soooo... like it? hate it? thought it was stupid? TELL ME!