Becoming Connor Davids

Chapter 2 : Meeting

Author's Notes :
- Don't own Star Wars or Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

Re-post and re-edit : 3/8/10

The days flew by for Connor. His third day on Atlantis he tracked down a couch and politely asked some Marines he knew from the SGC to help him move it in exchange for pointers on the shooting range. Many of his nights he slept curled up on the couch. He spent most of his days holed up in his lab. Connor came out at odd times to eat and run and work out. He had wandered around the area his lab was in and found all the rooms unused, some were small, maybe the Ancient version of a closet, while some were bigger than his quarters. One rivaled the size of the mess hall, so Connor got to work converting it into a personal gym.

He scrounged for some of the mats they had found and put in the main gym, he lined the floors and walls with them until it was well padded. He grabbed a small table and maneuvered it in to hold a couple towels and water bottles. He didn't do anything that couldn't be undone to the room within a couple hours, in case someone else needed the space. But for now, he was set.

He also calculated a few running routes through the approved areas of Atlantis. A couple would take him out to the piers if the weather was nice. He ran in the morning, when he woke up early enough, and on one of his routes he found he would run past Colonel Sheppard and Ronon on their routes on his way back. They never said 'hi' and neither did he. They were just a few guys out for a run in the morning.

One month into his new life he received an e-mail form Major Lorne conditionally approving his use of the shooting range, provided he could prove he had the knowledge to be left there unsupervised and went through a short 10 minute lecture on using bullets, requisitioning more bullets, carrying a weapon off world, where to put/get the guns etc. He had a meeting to meet with Lorne at 1500 today. Which was in…

Connor looked at his watch and saw '1450' staring back at him. He quickly saved his work, grabbed his jacket and ran out the door. Connor made it to the armory as his watch changed from 1459 to 1500. It was empty as he walked in and waited for Major Lorne.

Fifteen minutes later Lorne came rushing in. "Sorry I'm late, I was working out and left my watch in the gym and by the time I got it I realized I was five minutes late."

"Not a, uh, problem, sir." Connor replied softly.

"No need for that Doc, you can just call me Evan, or Major. Whichever you prefer."

"Sure, Major."

Lorne smiled, "I don't know if you realize this, but you're somewhat of a legend among a few of my men."

"A-a legend, Major?" Connor asked quietly.

"Yeah, they definitely rave about 'Doc--the guy who could shoot anything with anything' back at the SGC, and now that you're here, they're excited to get you back on the range. Unfortunately I couldn't just say yes, we have procedures and things that I sorta have to follow." He said with an easy smile.

"Oh, uh, really, I'm not that good. A lot of those guys are very, um, helpful and much better than I am." Connor said with a blush. He looked down and away from the Major, embarrassed.

"And they said you were very modest too." Lorne revealed with a slight laugh. "So rules of the range…"

It took ten minutes, like Lorne said it would and it ended with permission to use the range whenever he wanted. So Connor counted this as a very good day.

"Thank you, Major." He said, as Lorne turned to leave.

"Not a problem Doc. See ya later." And with that he was gone leaving Connor alone with a P-90, a supply of bullets, and a target just begging to be hit.

Slowly one month crept by, then two. Connor had his routine down. It was almost identical to the one he held at the SGC. Wake up, run, work, work, eat, work, work out, work, shoot, work, then crash. He flew through the database faster than ever. He felt compelled to keep going, and the more he read the faster he was at translating. The buzz in his head was comforting, it was welcoming and Connor felt… needed.

It was somewhere in the middle of the third month that things started to change. Connor reached a section of the database on Atlantis itself. Just the city, for once, and not its components. He soon began to theorize that the buzzing was Atlantis, and his newfound ability to work better was Atlantis giving him a shove in the right direction.

The only problem was he had no way to test his theory and he was too nervous to ask. Surely if Atlantis was a sentient being another one of the ATA carriers would have mentioned it. So for the first time Connor skipped translating a section of text. He removed it from the yet to be translated pile and put it off to the side. He would come back to it later.

It was now morning and Connor groaned. He was not a morning person, but he tried to get up each morning to run. Most of the time he would rather stay in bed. Sometimes he did. Sometimes he ran at night, when no one else was out. The chill outside reminding him of Ireland.

The weather had been pleasant lately, though, so he rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom to get ready. Ten minutes later he was stretching and five minutes after that he was off. The linguist decided to take a route that would lead him out to the end of the west pier and back. As made his way down the lower levels he saw Ronon and Colonel Sheppard running toward him. Without a word to either of them he passed them and moved through a door that lead outside.

The rising sun hit his face as he ran along the edge of the dock. He remembered back to when he lived in Santa Monica with his parents, running along the promenade in the morning. If Connor squinted he could still make out a Ferris wheel and a roller coaster to his right with a Hooters to his left.

He reached the end and turned around before coming to an abrupt halt. Behind him were Ronon and Colonel Sheppard with indecipherable looks on their face. Ronon looked the same as ever to Connor but every time he had seen Sheppard there was always a slight smile on his face or a look of determination. Now though Connor thought maybe he looked curious. He was never the best at judging moods.

"Colonel Sheppard, Specialist Dex." He greeted both, formally and with a nod of his head.

"Doctor…"

"Davids." He finished, face didn't expect either man to know who he was.

"Dr. Davids then. Nice weather today, huh?" Sheppard drawled with an easy smile.

"Very nice, sir." Connor answered quietly. "Was there um, something, I could…I mean do you…help…can I help you?" He finally got out. The last time Connor had talked to someone was three weeks ago when his supervisor had praised his work. He had never been much a people person.

Sheppard shook his head. "Nope, just out for a run, saw you go this way and thought it might be nice to change things up a bit."

"Um, okay, sir. It was nice, uh, talking to you." Connor said quietly. He shouldn't have stopped so suddenly, he would need to re-stretch before he took off again.

Connor moved a few paces away before pushing his leg out to the side to stretch the cooling muscle.

"Actually, we've seen you before." Sheppard said, turning to him again. "Running, that is, in the morning."

"Yes, sir." Connor said with a light blush.

"Ronon and I run sometimes in the morning, you're welcome to join us if you want." He offered.

Connor looked down embarrassed before mumbling, "No thank you, sir." He paused. "I'll, um, see you later." Connor took off running, leaving them behind to stare after him.

Connor made a mental note to avoid Colonel Sheppard and Ronon Dex in the future.

Connor was in the middle of translating text on some medical supplies; Dr. Keller would probably be interested in them. He looked up, startled, when the door chimed. He'd been on Atlantis for three months had no one had ever come to his lab before. He thought the door open and glanced toward the entry-way.

"Love what you've done with the place," a voice drawled. Connor looked up, surprised to see Colonel Sheppard hovering in the doorway. The other man held a life signs detector in his hands and had a curious expression on his face.

Connor stood up. "Colonel Sheppard, sir. Can I… I mean, you, uh… Can I help you, sir?"

Sheppard stepped further into the room towards Connor. "No, I was just out walking, noticed that someone was in the lab up here." Sheppard gestured with the life signs detector. "Thought I would check it out." His gaze traveled around the room. "So, what is it you do in here Dr. Davids?" He asked. Connor watched as his eyebrows raised at the books on the shelves and the stacks of papers that littered various surfaces. Books and paper were somewhat of a rarity on Atlantis.

"I've been, um, translating the uh, Ancient database, sir." Connor said softly, looking at the wall behind the other man.

"You're that Dr. Davids?" Sheppard asked. "The one that Rodney actually knows the name of because of how fast you've been translating stuff?"

"I'm, um, the only Dr. Davids on base, Colonel." Connor said with a blush, briefly meeting Sheppard's eyes.

"I'll remember that," Sheppard promised with a smile. "So this is where the magic happens, huh? You didn't want a closer lab? They sure stuck you out here in the boonies."

Connor blushed again, looking away. "They didn't offer me a closer lab, sir, and I, um, like this one. It's, uh, quiet--out of the way."

"Well, it's definitely out of the way," Sheppard grinned. "So, you've got the gene?"

"Yes, sir, I… uh, how… yes." Connor stumbled. The linguist flushed and looked away. Sheppard probably thought he was a bumbling idiot by now.

"You were standing over here when the door opened, and I know I didn't do it," Sheppard explained, crooking a smile. "And hey, you're not one of my Marines, you can call me John."

"Yes sir, I mean J-John." Connor said quietly.

John smiled again. "So, how are you with the jumpers?" he asked as he moved to sit on Connor's couch across the room from the linguist.

"The puddle jumpers sir? I'm, ah, not sure what you mean." Connor bit his lip. He wondered if he was supposed to be translating database sections on the puddle jumpers. No one had ever told him to do so.

"Everyone with the ATA gene is required to log at least fifteen hours of non-combat time in the jumpers, Doc. In case of an emergency. Didn't anyone tell you?" He asked raising one eyebrow.

"No." Connor answer softly. "I'll e-mail Major Lorne about it right away, sir." Connor wasn't sure how that had escaped him. He definitely would have remembered someone telling him he had to log fifteen hours of jumper time.

"It's John, and no need, are you busy now?" He asked getting to his feet.

Sheppard looked expectantly at Connor while the linguist inwardly winced. "Now, John?" Connor asked weakly.

"Yeah." Sheppard smiled again. Connor was beginning to think that the other man's default setting was a smile. "I've got an hour before Lorne finds me and tells me where I'm supposed to be. And learning in one hour increments is, we've found, probably the most productive. There's a lot to take in at once."

Connor blinked. "Well, I'm, uh, in the middle of… something."

"Of something, huh?" Sheppard smirked. "Sounds important. Save whatever it is, and let's go." John said motioning towards the door.

Connor didn't have anything to say to that. He was in the middle of something, true, but he was always in the middle of something. So the linguist moved towards his laptop, saving the data and followed the Colonel out the door, thinking the door shut behind him.

John was bored. So bored he even volunteered to be a light-switch for McKay. But McKay had waved him away with one hand while his other kept typing away at the important discovery of the hour. He tracked down Ronon and found him training a bunch of Marines. John really wasn't in the mood to be embarrassed in front of his own men so he had vetoed that idea as well. Teyla had come to mind next, but John quickly remembered, after he looked everywhere for her, that she was off world with the Athosians today.

It wasn't sitting well at all that his friends had lives outside of him. Well not McKay, but that was hardly a reassuring thought.

So John decided to wander around for a while, politely asking Atlantis to hide him from Lorne. His XO had a strange way of always being able to find him. John murmured his thanks to the city for hiding him.

And so John found himself wandering around with a life signs detector. Because even though Lorne couldn't detect him, he could certainly see him if he walked past. John had wandered up a few levels that had been cleared but not used, when a life sign caught his eye. His curiosity got the best of him and John found himself heading for the life sign.

He moved up another level until he was on the same floor as the life sign. He passed a few rooms as he walked down the hallway. One of the doors was open and John peered inside and saw a gym set up with a couple towels on a nearby table with a few empty water bottles littered about.

Moving on, John followed the life sign until he reached a door at the end of the hallway. He waved his hand over the door sensor but instead all he did was signal the door chime. Five seconds later the door was opening and John hovered in the doorway.

His eyes immediately sought out the room's occupant, recognizing him as Dr. Davids; the runner that passed them every few mornings or so.

John looked around. He noticed a couch pushed against a wall and the scent of tea hit his nose. There were stacks of paper strewn about and a shelf with actual books on them. His eyes kept moving until they landed back on the doctor.

"Love what you've done with the place." He said, smirking.

"Colonel Sheppard, sir. Can I… I mean, you, uh… Can I help you, sir?" Davids asked, sounding surprised.

"No, I was just out walking, noticed that someone was in the lab up here." John gestured with the detector in his hands. "Thought I would check it out." John paused, looking around. "So, what is it you do in here Dr. Davids?" He said raising an eyebrow to the tea and the papers everywhere. John searched his memory for an indication of what Davids' job was.

"I've been translating the, uh, Ancient database, sir." Came his quiet reply. The other man seemed to be looking everywhere but at John.

"You're that Dr. Davids? The one that Rodney actually knows the name of because of how fast you've been translating stuff?" John was impressed, Rodney hadn't said anything bad about the man yet and John can remember him actually praising the accuracy of the Ancient translations, saving the astrophysicist time in having to re-do them.

"I'm, um, the only Dr. Davids on base, Colonel." Connor said modestly with a blush. John met the blue eyes of the linguist briefly before the other man looked away.

"I'll remember that," John smiled. "So this is where the magic happens, huh? You didn't want a closer lab? They sure stuck you out here in the boonies."

Davids blushed again and turned his head away from John. "They didn't offer me a closer lab, sir, and I, um, like this one. It's, uh, quiet--out of the way."

"Well, it's definitely out of the way," John agreed. "So, you've got the gene?"

"Yes, sir, I… uh, how… yes." John was pretty sure that Davids wouldn't be winning any public speaking contests anytime soon.

"You were standing over here when the door opened, and I know I didn't do it." John smiled. "And hey, you're not one of my Marines, you can call me John." John blinked as soon as the words left his mouth. Hardly anyone on base called him John. Even his team rarely called him by his first name, instead preferring his rank or last name.

"Yes sir, I mean J-John."

"So, how are you with the jumpers?" John asked as he moved to sit on the couch in the room. John really wanted one for his own office.

"The puddle jumpers sir? I'm, ah, not sure what you mean." The scientist looked confused at John's question.

"Everyone with the ATA gene is required to log at least fifteen hours of non-combat time in the jumpers Doc. In case of an emergency. Didn't anyone tell you?" John asked raising one eyebrow.

"No. I'll email Major Lorne about it right away, sir."

For some reason that didn't sit right with John. Before he could think twice about it, John opened his mouth, "It's John, and no need, are you busy now?" He asked getting to his feet.

"Now, John?"

"Yeah, I've got an hour before Lorne finds me and tells me where I'm supposed to be. And learning in one hour increments is, we've found, probably the most productive. There's a lot to take in at once."

"Well, I'm, uh, in the middle of…something."

John was sure that Davids was always in the middle of something. Like Rodney was always in the middle of something. Like every scientist in the city was always in the middle of something. "Of something, huh? Sounds important. Save whatever it is, and let's go." John said with a smile as he motioned towards the door.

The scientist sighed softly but turned around to face his computer, clicking a few things with his mouse. A few moments later Davids was right behind him and John led him towards the transporter, hitting the button that would take them to the jumper bay.

"Alright, so, this is a puddle jumper. Long story short--it flies in space, and we also discovered that it can act as a submersible" John said, glancing at Connor who didn't look surprised. They both stood outside of the jumper, walking towards Jumper One, John's personal favorite. "What do you know about them?" He asked. John was really hoping that Davids knew more than the last guy, he still hadn't recovered from that jumper lesson.

"I've, um, read all the information gathered on them, sir."

John sighed at the moniker, "Reading and knowing are pretty different, Dr. Davids."

"It's my job to, um, read and know, sir. And I never forget anything."

"Anything? Ever?" John couldn't really imagine that. Just last week he'd forgotten to put socks on.

"No, sir." Davids answered with a blush.

"Well let's see what you remember then." John motioned to the jumper, gesturing for Connor to go first.

The jumper lit up as soon as the linguist stepped foot on the ramp. John felt a small twinge of joy from Atlantis. He followed Davids into the ship; the hatch closed behind them before John could reach for the switch. He looked back at Davids who was now seated in the pilot's seat glancing at the different buttons and switches.

He moved to sit in the passenger's seat as Davids put his hand on the pilot's controsl and brought up the HUD. Davids acted more comfortable with the ship than any of the other gene carriers that John had trained, military included. And the other man was right, Davids did seem to know where everything was.

"Just a minute," John said moving his hand to his earpiece to notify Control that they were taking a jumper out.

"Control, this is Sheppard."

"Yes, Colonel?"

"I'm taking Dr. Davids out for some jumper training, we'll be back in an hour."

"Copy that Colonel. Control out."

"Alright," He said turning to face Davids. "You ready?"

"Uh, yes, sir." Davids replied quietly.

"Than take her up." John sat back and watched Davids out of the corner of his eye. He wondered what the scientist had read that made him this comfortable with the jumper already. Maybe he could get all the other gene carriers to read it as well.

Connor kept nervously glancing at the HUD. He didn't know where they were going, Sheppard had just said to stay within the atmosphere. So here they were, fifteen minutes into the flight, suspended over water, and Connor was praying that they wouldn't crash land in the water like Dr. McKay had. He didn't think he would do as well under pressure. He was already stuck with another person for the next hour. Connor hadn't spent so long with someone else in months. The linguist was glad that Sheppard was at least quiet, and possible asleep. Connor glanced at the man next to him who had his head tilted back and eyes closed.

"So," Connor startled as Sheppard sat up and glanced out the front window before facing him. "How are you liking Atlantis?" Sheppard asked.

Connor tilted his head towards Sheppard, unsure of what the other man was really asking after. "It's quite grand, sir."

"Grand? And I thought I asked you to call me John," Sheppard responded easily.

"Uh, sorry, John." Connor blushed and looked back towards the HUD.

"Not a problem. So how long have you been here? Two, three months, right?"

"Yeah, two and a half." Connor wondered how the other man had known that. He wondered if Sheppard knew everyone on the base.

"Miss Earth yet?"

"Not really, sir. I've been, uh, working at the SGC for the past eight years, this is pretty similar."

"You don't miss the movies, or the food, or the football?" Sheppard asked.

John loved Atlantis, the city had become his home, but there were certain things he missed. Pizza deliveries were definitely one of them, as well as football.

"I, um, didn't really get out much, si--John." Davids said quietly. "I don't really watch a lot of, uh, movies or football, and the food here is pretty good."

If Davids thought the food on Atlantis was good, he'd definitely been at the SGC for too long. "C'mon, you don't miss anyone back on Earth? Any siblings, parents, girlfriend?" John said with a sly glance at the scientist's face. John couldn't miss how the other man suddenly stiffened, as if uncomfortable. John winced know he'd probably just put his foot in his mouth.

"No, I don't, um, have anyone back home." And with that the mood suddenly dropped and John went back to looking out the front of the jumper while Davids did the same.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to… I mean, I didn't… I'm… just… sorry." John apologized softly.

"Not a problem, sir." John winced at the 'sir'.

And with that the two men lapsed back into silence. John felt a slight turn and saw that Connor was heading them back. A look at his watch said that thirty minutes had passed. John settled back into his seat.

Connor gently turned the puddle jumper around as he felt a slight hum from Atlantis telling him that thirty minutes was up. The ride back to Atlantis was silent. Neither knew what to say.

As Connor gently set them down in the jumper bay Sheppard turned to him. "Look, Doc, I just want to say again, I'm sorry. I know what it's like to not have anyone back home." Sheppard said with a pained look on his face. Like he was sharing a secret with Connor, one that he knew Connor would protect, and one he knew Connor would understand.

"It's really fine, sir."

Sheppard eyed him and nodded slowly. "Well, excellent job for your first time out. If I could I would certify you right now, but it's fifteen hours for everyone. So I will see you back here on Thursday, 1400 hours." Sheppard said, all business again.

Today was Tuesday. That gave Connor two days to learn some small talk. "See you then, sir. Thank you for, uh, taking me out today."

"My pleasure, Doc, really."

"Um, it's Connor, sir." Connor mumbled quietly.

"Huh?" Sheppard turned to stare at him.

"My name, Connor Davids."

It was then, as Davids spoke his whole name, that John noticed a slight accent and glanced at the patch on the other man's arm. The flag had three thick lines of green, white and orange, representing The Republic of Ireland. John blinked, he couldn't believe he'd missed that. "Well in that case, my pleasure, Connor. You can shut the jumper down?" John asked. Davids nodded. "See you Thursday then."

With that John set off to find his XO and wasn't at all surprised to see Lorne walking towards him. John slowed slightly and saw Davids pass him heading towards a transporter stopping to exchange a few words with Major Lorne. Pleasant words from the look of things. John wondered how the two of them knew each other.

"Colonel," Lorne greeted, coming closer."

"Major." John paused. "You know Dr. Davids?"

"Yes, sir."

"…And?" John watched as the linguist left the jumper bay. John thought he was probably heading back to work.

"He's on the range every other day. I approved him myself, sir," Lorne answered.

"The range?" John asked in surprise. "The shooting range?"

"Yes, sir."

"We have a scientist on the shooting range every other day and you never thought to tell me?" He questioned looking his XO in the eyes.

"I sent you an email, sir," Lorne answered with a barely hidden smirk.

John rarely read his e-mail and Lorne knew that. "He any good?"

"He's probably the best we've got, sir. He can out shoot any of our guys."

John was impressed. And then, almost unwillingly, his mind flashed back to the gym he saw and the steaming tea next to a well worn couch in Connor's office. He shivered as Atlantis sent him a mental image of Connor alone in his lab working. Everyday? He questioned. And he felt Atlantis' affirmative answer along with a tinge of sadness. Atlantis liked Dr. Davids, liked him almost as much as she liked John. Huh. John shook his head, bringing himself back to the present to concentrate on whatever Lorne was telling him.

"…and that's why your room was painted blue, sir."

John nodded. "… Wait, what?"

"Just checking to see if you were paying attention, sir." John certainly can't remember being this annoying to his commanding officers before. Lorne knew, though, that John would be lost without him and, God forbid, actually have to do paperwork, so John let it slide. Just this once though.

Lorne continued, "So I need you to sign off on the requisition forms I left on your desk and there's a meeting with Colonel Carter at 1600 and Ronon was looking for you, sir."

"Sign papers, meeting, Ronon… got it."

"Alright, I'll see you later, sir, to pick up those forms… later today, sir." And with that Lorne walks away. John thinks he never would have gotten away with that, before moving out to go find Ronon.

He found Ronon in the mess hall eating with McKay. John would find it an odd sight if he hadn't already seen it so many times before. Rodney was waving his hands all over the place while Ronon was devouring a huge sandwich, not even pretending to pay attention to the scientist.

John grabbed a tray for himself and headed to the lunch line, piling a sandwich, some salad and a pudding cup on before grabbing a bottle of water and making his way towards his teammates. McKay was in the middle of telling Ronon how Star Wars changed the movie world.

"… before A New Hope special effects were so different. What, did you think there were always planes flying through the air and Jedi mind tricks?"

Ronon lazily glanced up at Rodney. "All I'm saying is the tiger movie was better."

"Tiger movie?! Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon?! How can you even compare that to Star Wars? They're not even in the same category!"

Ronon smirks at McKay as John sits down next to the Satedan and across from Rodney. John knows that Ronon can tell the difference between a sci-fi movie and a martial arts action movie. Last week they he and the Satedan were discussing how the new Star Wars filmsjust didn't add up to the old ones. John grins as he realizes that Ronon is just riling Rodney up.

"Hey Rodney, Ronon," John says as he separates his silverware and digs into his salad. He grimaced at what was passing for lettuce these days.

McKay must have seen his grimace. "That's some rabbit food they found on that slug planet. It's completely gross, and useless in anything else, so they're masquerading it as salad until it's all gone." He gestured to the plate of salad on his right side.

John pushed the rest to the side of his plate and grabbed his sandwich trying not think of what was being labeled as meat this week. He took a tentative bite. Discovering it wasn't so bad, John took a bigger bite.

"So, anyways, that 'tiger movie' is no where on par with what George Lucas had to --"

"So, Ronon," John said, cutting Rodney off. "Lorne said you were looking for me?"

"Yeah," he said, before shoving the last half of his sandwich in his mouth.

"Oh, now that's completely gross, at least show some manners, Conan. Gosh you would think you were raised by barbarians." Rodney commented before slurping his coffee.

John hid a smile behind his sandwich, taking another bite.

"Got permission from Carter to explore the mainland. She said to tell you when you got back," Ronon said.

John swallowed, "I was doing some jumper training."

"We got a new gene carrier?" Rodney asked while reaching for his pudding cup.

"Yeah, smart one too, you like him, Rodney."

"McKay doesn't like anyone," Ronon said eyeing Rodney's pudding cup as the astrophysicist set it down to look for his spoon.

"Well, he likes this one. Dr. Davids? The database translator?" John said after finishing the last of his sandwich.

"He's here? On Atlantis? Hm, wonder why no one told me. Last I heard he was working at the SGC," Rodney said before slapping away Ronon's hand. "Get your own Conan."

John pushed his pudding cup towards Ronon. "He's been here for a few months." He said as Ronon reached for the offered cup, tearing off the lid and dumping it into his mouth, not bothering with a spoon.

"Hm, cool, cool," Rodney said, tearing the lid off of his own pudding.

"Cool?" John asked deadpanned.

"Well what do you want me to do? Throw the man a party for having a brain?"

"Just never heard you say someone was cool before," John pointed out.

Rodney glared at John. "I said Teyla was cool."

"After she kicked Sheppard's butt," Ronon put in.

"Hey! She did not kick my butt, I simply let her win to avoid hurting her feelings," John defended.

Ronon snorted as McKay laughed. "Yeah, right."