A/N: I do not own SGA or anything to do with it. Not written for profit. Special thanks to my great beta GraceONeill!
The gym was filled with heavy breathing and flesh hitting flesh; typical sounds for an evening spar session between two well trained soldiers. Ever since Michaels failed attempt to kidnap Torren, Ronon had been looking forward to getting Amelia alone in this room, to see how good of a fighter she really was. Truthfully, he was quite pleased.
Amelia fainted right, but Ronon anticipated and blocked left, only to realise her faint was a faint, and she hit him hard across his right cheeck.
"Distracted?" she asked him, bouncing back a few steps.
Ronon grunted, and they swaped a couple more punches before backing off a little more.
"You don't wanna let yourself get distracted, Ronon, I don't wanna have to send you to Keller tonight." Amelia smirked, before catching herself. "Sorry."
"What for?" Ronon asked, throwing another punch.
"For mentioning Keller. I might not be one of her closest friends, but I know some of what went down between the two you."
"Yeah, well, that's all in the past now."
"Really?" Amelia asked.
Ronon stopped and sighed, thinking. After a couple of moments he began to smile.
"Yep."
"Good." Amelia closed the gap between the two and kissed him hard. "'Cause I don't wanna be the other woman."