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"I don't want to go," Frederick whined. "I still need more samples, and--"
"It's funny," Ronon grinned. "You seem to think you have a choice in the matter."
"Ronon," Teyla admonished, eyes clearly ordering him to play nice. "Now, I'm sure you will be able to return later," she told Frederick, "But for now we are needed back on the base."
"But Dr. Weir said--"
"Elizabeth," Teyla interrupted, becoming irritated and not above a little name-dropping to prove a point, "Told us we may return when we were done, and since it is a teammate that is in danger--"
"Look, just because your boyfriend got himself hurt--" Frederick snapped, and then let out an unfortunate squeak as Ronon grabbed him by his collar and shoved him against the wall, his feet dangling a good foot off the ground.
"As I said, it's funny that you seem to think you have a choice," he rumbled, and Frederick shut his eyes.
"Ronon..." Teyla whispered, putting a hand on his shoulder and raising an eyebrow, and Ronon grumbled but released Frederick, letting him fall to the ground. Teyla let out a little exasperated sigh at their posturing.
"I'll just...pack up," Frederick whispered, and Ronon smiled grimly. Teyla checked her watch again.
"Oh--Frederick," he added as the scientist scurried off. "Just to avoid more confusion--I'm Teyla's boyfriend."
Frederick didn't quite suppress his moan, but this time Teyla just looked quite pleased.