Stargate: Atlantis. Siblings.
CHAPTER 7:
I sat on the hospital bed looking frustrated as Dr. Beckett wrapped up my ankle after washing off my face and putting a small bandage over my head where I got hit by the butt of the gun. I wanted to get up and see John who was lying just three beds over but behind a curtain. Apparently he wasn't doing very well.
Ronon and Teyla didn't bother getting their minor wounds looked at, just small cuts and bruises from being beat by the Genii soldiers.
I sighed and leaned back as Ronon and Teyla sauntered in and stopped by my bedside.
"How are you feeling?" Teyla looked at me with concern, "is your ankle alright?"
"Ya, I'm good. Maybe we should have a few more lessons soon though," I laughed, "clearly I need to figure out what I did wrong to avoid this in the future." I gestured towards my ankle while referring to the somewhat wonky kick I delivered.
"Nice shootin' lil' one," Ronon shifted more into view smiling a bright smile at me. "You didn't even shoot yourself!" He touched a finger to my split lip lightly and frowned as his gaze shifted up to my forehead. He opened his mouth to say something else but was cut off by my brothers' slurred voice shouting, "Get hands off!"
All our heads snapped over in John's direction where he had a hold of the curtain and was peering through.
"I'm lyin' here beds barely moving and she has a little split in lip and you crowd around all concerned and crowd at her bedside?!" He let the curtain drop again and muttered, "brutal."
Teyla smiled and immediately went over to John, "John, it is good to hear your voice."
"Ya, it's nice to be into conscious again. Where's Ronon being?" He looked through the curtain again and scowled as he saw Ronon loop an arm around my waist and help me hobble over.
"Hello big brother," I smiled happily at him. So glad he's ok.
"Hey kid thing," he mirrored back the same smile though he looked a little dazed, "I think I'm gunna have to leave the mission report to you guys, Mr. Scottsman over there," he motioned to Dr. Beckett, "keeps giving me morphling and it's making me all floofy in my head."
I snorted a laugh and smiled, "You mean Morphine?"
"I'm supposing so," his eyes closed to blink but didn't open again for a few moments.
"John, maybe you should just go back to sleep," Teyla lifted John's blanket back up to his shoulders and straightened his hand with the IV in it.
"Personally I think that yes, I should steep." He stared sternly at Ronon but said nothing until he just passed out muttering something about tea and how it steeps too.
"Interesting." I stared at my bandaged up brother as he snored away.
"I suppose we should go and see Dr. Weir then?" Suggested Teyla before she turned and walked down the hall towards her office.
Ronon, who still had his arm looped around my waist for support, looked down at me, "want a lift?" I looked up at him awkwardly, not quite understanding what he meant. He looked off awkwardly and his words spilled out like he didn't know what he was saying, "it's just 'cause you're so short y'know it'd just be easier on my back if I just carried you instead of bending to help you all the way." I smiled and raised my eyebrows at him as he continued to ramble. "Not that being short is a bad thing! No, it's actually quite cute- uuuuhhh, I dunno." He stopped and straightened up. "Just…" he looked off again, "d'you want me to carry you?"
Did I just make Ronon nervous?
"Why not!" I said as I dramatically tossed a few curls over my shoulder. I reached up as high as I could to hang an arm around Ronon's neck as he bent down and hooked his arm under my legs and picked me up as easily as if I weighed no more than a ball of cotton.
"Thanks," I smiled up at the Wildman with a bit of a chuckle hiding behind it. Ronon grinned at me, looking rather pleased with himself, "no problem lil' one."
XXXXX
I didn't know most of what went on but I followed Ronon, Teyla and Rodney into a room with Dr. Weir to reflect what happened off-world.
It was interesting to hear what went on while I was knocked out. Apparently that 'fog' was actually a simple knock-out gas triggered by Kolya and his men. I still don't understand why we left him alive even though we killed his men. Every galaxy needs a bad guy I guess.
I must admit, hearing Teyla describe me kicking that soldier and shooting the other ones made me feel pretty badass, I can't wait to rub it in John's face later that I saved him and not the other way around.
This'll be fun.
XXXXX
"So!" I sat at the end of John's bed smiling rather smugly, "Guess who saved your life?!"
"Ronon and Teyla."
"What? No!" I frowned feeling rather let down, "Well ya, they did but guess who else did!"
"Did Lorne come? I don't remember him being there but I know Rodney wouldn't have done much."
He knew. Ass. He's just being annoying.
"Can you just gimme some credit here? I shot guys! I kicked a guy!"
"Ya and broke your ankle doing it."
"I didn't break my ankle! I merely twisted it."
"Still hurt yourself kicking someone," he was mocking me again.
"It was a hard kick."
"Doubtfull."
"It knocked him unconscious!"
"He was probably already halfway there."
"Huh?"
"He probably saw Ronon; I read the reports, he busted out of his bonds and tackled the other guy. Your guy probably just saw him n' passed out from fear. Your kick was just good timing."
I know he's teasing me but I can't help it. My cheeks were going hot with anger and frustration.
"Can you just appreciate my efforts?!"
"Nah." He turned his head casually and started playing with the curtain.
"I hate you."
"I know." He smiled.
Fine. You wanna play this game? I can play this game.
I stretched out a little leaning back on John's bed and sighed, "Ronon's being so nice lately, he's been carrying me everywhere 'cause of my ankle. He is suuuch an amazing guy, and those muscles! Woo!" I began fanning my face with my hand as I let my head fall backwards to daydream. I could see John frowning at me in my peripherals and I smiled. I decided to improvise and take it further, "We're going out for lunch later, just him n' me!" I smiled and stared off into nowhere, "I wonder where he'll take me... maybe the East Pier, I hear it's lovely at-" He cut me off.
"Ok. That's it. Fine. Yaaaayyyy," John waved his hands around in the air in mock celebration, "good job you saaaaved meeee woooo." He dropped his hands and glared at me, "please tell me you made all that up to bug me?"
I smiled and giggled a little, "oh ya… totally. All fake mhm."
And that is how you patronize someone.
