All the Times Ronon and Jenn Really Got Together

Disclaimer - If I owned SGA then one of these stories would have been true!

Pairing - Look at the title. You saw the title, right?

Rating - K

Summary - A post series snippet this time. Sorry for the long dry spell.

Jennifer happened to be in the control room when the incoming wormhole engaged. Chuck announced McKay's IDC and Woolsey ordered the shield lowered. Through the blue shimmer appeared Team Sheppard. Jennifer noted with a professional eye each of them as they appeared. Fortunately, there were no apparent injuries. There was, however, one major difference in one of the teammates from when they had left.

Ronon.

It seemed to be him. The man had the same height, build, and presence. Yet his most salient feature was missing. Ronon had for some reason cut his dreads during the mission. He looked...he looked...

Well he looked hot if the truth were known. Jennifer blushed as if her private thoughts were broadcast to the whole control room. Of course, they were in Pegasus and nothing should be precluded from possibility.

"Welcome back. I'm sure Dr Keller wants to see you all in the infirmary." Woolsey acknowledged the team. "I expect you back for a debrief in one hour."

Down in the infirmary, Jennifer hurried through three of the exams. She wanted to see what happened to Ronon.

"Tell me everything," she demanded as she checked his vitals.

"Not much to tell. Got some stuff tangled in the dreads and had to get Teyla to cut them off." Ronon shrugged off the change as if it were nothing.

Jennifer couldn't help herself. All of her attention was drawn to his eyes. Had they ever looked so green? Gently, she reached up and traced a brow with the barest tip of her finger. She trailed it past his temple into the silky softness of his hair.

"I almost didn't recognize you. This last year, you'd taken to wearing your dreads down. It hid your eyes." Ronon quirked an eyebrow at that.

"And when did you decide I was me?" He was so tempted to turn his head and kiss the palm of her hand that was still trailing through his hair. "Why wouldn't you recognize me? It's not exactly like I blend."

Jennifer laughed. "No you don't. And that isn't why I would recognize you." She stopped abruptly as she realized what she almost revealed.

Never before had she cursed so so

undly all those years of awkward social graces. Never before had she regretted being the wallflower of her college years. And then she met Ronon. The man exuded danger and power and sensuality. And she was woefully unequipped to deal with that even in her mind.

They were friends. Good friends even. And if she dreamed of more in the darkest of nights, well, that was her business. And her secret.

Ronon for his part, was never more frustrated with the strange customs of the Lateans. He had made his intentions known in more ways than one. He had given her his protection. He gave her a blade he had fashioned and worn and protected himself and his team with. He spent all of his time with her. Had she been from Sateda, she'd have known of his interest. But no. She didn't know. And he didn't know how to cross the cultural divide between their two cultures.

"How did you recognize me, Aika?"

There it was again. Sometimes, he called her that word. It was so beautiful; it sounded so intimate when he spoke Satedan. It was almost like he forgot that she wasn't from that planet and included her amongst his people. That was silly, she chided herself. It could not be more obvious that she didn't originate in Pegasus. She couldn't possibly have.

All at once, the thought of her being a part of him overwhelmed the walls she built around her heart. She gulped a breath and tried for the truth rather than an evasion. "I'd know you with no light to show who you are; I'd know you even if there was a machine somewhere that made you look like someone else."

"What makes you so sure?" Ronon's smile started taking on a wolfish cast.

"Heart recognizes heart." Jennifer's eyes were full. "What does Aika mean?"

He tugged her arm to pull her closer. "It means love." And with that, he reached up to finally kiss her.

A/N - I'm not asking for ice cream flavored reviews this time. Can I have hot spiced cider flavored ones instead? It'd keep this poor fic writers heart warm!