Title: Ten Slayers Never Called
Author: Raindrops on Roses
Rating: T (for language)
Category: General, Crossover
Word Count: 222
Disclaimer: I own none of the shows used herein. I'm just having a bit of fun with them.
Summary: Change is inevitable. Some changes are more drastic than others.
Author's Notes: These ficlets are based on challenge #2165 at TtH: Ten Slayers That Were Never Called.
#7: Stargate: Atlantis
John Sheppard followed the sounds of the cheering crowd. He ended up in the gym.
"What's goin' on?" he asked Major Lorne quietly.
Lorne grinned. "Ronon's getting his ass kicked. By a woman."
John blinked. "What?"
"Ronon Dex. You know, big guy, kinda scary--"
"I know who Ronon is," John interrupted. "What do you mean, a woman?" Hardly anyone could lay a hand on Ronon when sparring--John certainly couldn't. The only woman he could think of who could do so was Teyla, and she was standing quietly next to McKay, smiling that little smile that, on anyone else, he would describe as smug.
John turned his attention to the fight. Ronon wasn't actually getting his ass kicked--yet, he amended. He was, to John's shock, losing ground, however.
The woman was dark-haired, of average height, and barely breathing hard. She also had a familiar laugh, though John wasn't sure he'd ever heard it quite so joyful before. Not since arriving at Atlantis, at any rate.
His jaw dropped. "Elizabeth?"
Elizabeth Weir, the one who always looked for a peaceful solution first? She was the one throwing Ronon Dex, the most intimidating man he'd ever met, around like a rag doll? And laughing about it?
John shook his head. The longer they were in the Pegasus Galaxy, it seemed, the more bizarre life got.