Stargate: Atlantis. Siblings.
CHAPTER 4:
I jumped and let out a shrill screech of a scream as Ronon shot a hole the size of a small child's head through a target sheet.
"Holy shit that thing is killer!" I marvelled at the monstrous gun he was twirling around his fingers.
"It's from my home world." His voice is rough but smooth, I love it.
"Where's that? Can I have one?"
Ronon looked at me with what looked like a hint of admiration towards my childish enthusiasm, "my world is called Sateda, and no, y'cant have one." He winked and grinned at me as he rammed his gun back into the holster on his hip.
"Tease." I put my hands on my hips and glared at him mockingly.
"Hey, you asked, I answered." Ronon looked back towards the strung up target sheets, "your turn."
I pulled a hand-gun off the table and quickly shot and hit right between the eyes of the man drawn on the sheet.
Smiling a cocky smile, I turned to Ronon, "so? How'd I do?"
"Way to go Shortstuff, I'm impressed." He held up his hand for a high-5 and as our palms collided I shrugged, "I play a lot of Call of Duty on my home world."
"Huh?"
"Call of Duty…" I stared blankly, "C'mon, it's so popular how dyou not know-" aaand then the answer hit me, "right, not from earth." I looked back up at the confused Hulk before me, "it's a game. You play a soldier in a war and run around killing other players…" he furrowed his brow as he thought about what I was saying before I continued, "I guess it was like target practice for me or something cause apparently I can shoot…" his face was still blank so I just shook my head and waved my arm, "Y'know what, never mind. It's all good."
"War is a game to you?"
"No, see now you're twisting my words, you're like a word genius just mushing 'em all together and making your own answer. No war isn't a game to me, the game is about war."
He continued to stare at me, eyebrows raised now, "not a very strong argument."
I smiled and sighed with a light chuckle, "Never mind dude, just shoot."
He smiled back making his eyes sparkle a little in the corners from the reflection off the lighting in the room, it kinda brought out the cheeky/childish side to his features and it made my smile widen.
Frick he's hot. I want.
A few hours later I heard my stomach grumble at me, Ronon turned with a questioning look as my hands wrapped around my stomach, "we've been down here for hooouuuurs, food time?"
"Fine, food time." Ronon turned to put down the machine gun he was hugging under his arm.
BANG!
"AAAhhhhhh!" I screamed and clutched my thigh as Ronon spun around, machine gun back in arms and raised in defense.
"Jesus shit mother of fucking OWE!" I looked up as Ronon continued to scan our surroundings. "Dude there's no one here, the trigger just got caught on my zipper and I shot myself."
"You're joking right," Ronon leaned the gun backwards onto his shoulder.
"Noooo, I'm not joking."
He smiled and almost laughed as I pulled off my Atlantis jacket and tied it around my thigh so I didn't bleed everywhere.
"Doctor?" I winced at him through my words as I tightened the jacket.
"Yup," after once again putting the machine gun down, he swooped me up into his arms and began carrying me to the transporter. "I can't believe you shot yourself."
"Shuttup."
"I almost had respect for you," he was looking straight forward and grinning as he teased me.
"About that, don't tell John. He'll tease me for weeks."
"What am I supposed to tell him? That I shot you?"
"Oh come on," I playfully slapped his shoulder, "you can take him, you'll be fiiiine, he's small enough."
He looked down at me smiling, "l could, but I'm still not telling your brother I shot you."
"Well, tell him one of those Wraith things beamed down, shot me, you killed it, and it somehow beamed back up into its little spaceship and flew away."
He shook his head still smiling, "nuuh uh."
"Come on! He'll probably give you a medal or something for saving me!"
Ronon was silent and just continued walking and smiling.
"Gunshot wounds hurt. I don't like it."
"Maybe you shouldn't shoot yourself then."
"Maybe these jackets just shouldn't have zippers." I mumbled.
XXXXX
"Uuuuuugh god I can't watch this." John threw his head backwards and smeared his hands across his face as Ronon walked around the corner towards the team carrying me.
"John?" Teyla looked questioningly at John. "Oh hell… look at his face! He has intentions!" John groaned, "Uuuuughhh I can't think about this, Ronon has intentions with my sisteeerrrrr."
"Huh?" Ronon raised an eyebrow, "what intentions."
"Ya bro-skee, what intentions?" I smiled, knowing what his suspicions were.
"Why are you carrying her?"
Ronon grinned immediately, "Cause she sho-" I cut him off quickly and loudly, "it's cause I shot the wall so hard it deflected off the metal and ricocheted back and hit my leg."
John stared at my now properly bandaged thigh and then back to my face, "I am sooooo not buyin' that story," his eyes turned to Ronon as he glared, "did you shoot my sister?"
"No, she-"
"Yup! He shot me."
"No."
"Yup, right in the leg. Point blank. I didn't even flinch though."
John's famous haha I told you so/I knew it grin popped up, "you shot yourself didn't you."
"Nooooo," I threw my head back onto Ronon's upper arm; John's gunna hold this over me forever.
"You're worse than McKay!" John laughed and McKay straightened up smiling, "Really? That's awesome!"
Ronon gently placed me onto a chair, "you didn't have to carry me y'know, I can walk it's not that bad. Just a flesh wound!"
"I know," Ronon looked at me smiling and casually put his hand on my un-wounded thigh as he straightened up, "I wanted to."
I smiled back at him and cocked my head a little to the side contemplating what he meant by that. I hope he meant what I want him to mean.
I hadn't noticed John get up until he yelled suddenly, "OOOOKay Ronon, don't touch my sister. That's an order!"
Ronon recalled his hand but not his grin or the glint in his eyes. He was staring so intently at John. I can't tell if he's gunna stand up and beat him up or simply obey my brothers' new orders.
"In fact, trade me seats. Get up… "
"This has nothing to do with missions, I don't have to obey." Ronon stayed seated, staring up at John with straight-up defiance in his eyes.
"Ronon…" John crossed his arms and closed his eyes, "I'm gunna count to 3. And if you're not outta that seat when I open my eyes I'm gunna.."
"You're gunna what?"
John was silent and looked frustrated, he can't think of anything.
"I'm gunna… tell Elizabeth that you defied me."
Ronon smiled, "Oh ya? And what's she gunna do about it?"
Teyla stood and put a hand on John's shoulder, "How about both of you just calm down and we all eat our lunch in peace?" Oooooh Teyla, nice try.
"John, sit down. You look like an asshole." I kicked his knee lightly with my good leg as I spoke. "You can order him about all ya like, but you've known for 26 years now that I won't listen and who's to say I won't just follow him around the table?" I smiled knowing that would push his buttons.
Right on cue John's eyes opened wide, "you don't touch him either! That's an order too!"
Half the cafeteria were watching by now and most of them stifling a laugh.
Teyla attempted to calm John again, "John, you are being very loud right now."
"Ya bro-skee, calm your shit." I smiled.
"This is so wrong." John grabbed at the front of his fluffy hair in frustration as he spun around back to his chair.
I love torturing him.
