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Sateda Tag (and spoilers)
A/N: I haven't posted on this site in a long long time, but I have a number of Atlantis fics just sitting around on my laptop, and some of them (like this one) are actually finished and polished to a certain degree. Most of what I write is very fluffy h/c and friendship fics (generally with Rodney and Ronon or Rodney and John), but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Reviews are nice, and feel free to correct any mistakes (grammatically or stylistically).
It was the middle of the night, and Ronon was deathly bored. He couldn't sleep, images of the graveyard that was Sateda too fresh in his mind. He looked up at the ceiling and huffed in annoyance.
A clanking noise from the other side of the infirmary startled him. He got up and drew back the sheet around his bed and saw one Rodney McKay rubbing his shin and replacing fallen items on one of the carts holding medical supplies. Ronon smirked to himself.
Rodney noticed him and turned his head, but he continued to rub at his shin.
"Good. Someone got to see that." Rodney said, voice dripping with what he was pretty sure was sarcasm.
The scientist had been readmitted to the infirmary due to his arrow-related injury. He wasn't exactly sure why he'd been readmitted, as nothing seemed to actually be wrong with him. Ronon had a vague suspicion that he had whined until Beckett had just given in.
"Sorry," The astrophysicist said, hobbling over to him, "didn't mean to wake you up."
"Wasn't asleep." Ronon replied, sitting down on the edge of his own bed to take weight off his injured leg.
"Well you should be!" McKay whispered, exasperated, snapping his fingers towards Ronon's pillow, indicating that Ronon should get back in bed.
Ronon raised his eyebrows in challenge.
"Oh, come on! Beside I...ah...wanted to talk to you about something anyway. If you're over there it means I can lean on the wall so I don't have to sit." Rodney half-asked, half-complained.
Ronon complied though, partially that is, moving to the head of the bed, but sitting on the edge, not lying down.
McKay seemed to accept this though, and went to lean against the wall.
"Er...um.." He began, looking away from Ronon,not really sure that he should say any of this after all. He let his eyes stray and as they drifted across Ronon, attentive and listening—or so he thought, it was hard to tell with Ronon, as most of his expressions were fundamentally the same—he found his resolve. He locked eyes with his Satedan teammate.
"Look, you know that I...we...Sheppard, Teyla, Elizabeth, and I—"
"Yeah."
"I know that it doesn't always seem like it, but, really, you saved my life—save it all the time for that matter—and—"
"I know, McKay."
"I know you do, but, really, shouldn't I—"
"You don't have to say it."
"Really? Because I got myself all prepared, and I'm really not sure that I could go through with it anyway but—"
"McKay."
"Right," McKay said, turning to leave his teammate, "Goodnight." He pulled back the edge of the curtain and then looked back to see that the Satedan had laid down, "Ronon?"
Ronon grunted in response.
"I'm glad your back." Rodney said.