A/N:
Welcome to the last posting of Leaving Earth. You may have may not have noticed that I left several plot holes and dangling storylines that lead off into nowhere. There's a reason. I put them in and left them for spin-offs and sequels. So be aware. As I said before I am taking a break from the Stargate 'verse to plan out the sequel/spin-offs as well as work on other projects like The Singer Saga that has over 10 parts posted so far. I like it and hope to see some of you who are also fantasy geeks as well as Sci-fi geeks over there in my LoTR saga.
But I assure you, I am not done with the Stargate characters or universe. For one Eli is still missing, Luka hasn't gotten his wish for siblings, we haven't seen any of the other Satedans, Todd the Wraith is still going through changes, and so much more!
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Recap:
The long-awaited wedding takes place but we're not quite done yet.
Episode 14 Part 2
Seconds later.
Rota, turning to her daughter and the good doctor, nodding with a smile. "Doctors, if you would like to check Ronon's spore level, I believe you will find the last of it gone. But Sophie and Ronon must remain bound."
Bouncing to her feet with a gasping grunt from her human chair, Keller didn't waste any time pulling out her scanner from thin air it seemed. Kara was less worried. She simply tapped her wristband and smiled at the results before turning to her husband and resting her head on his chest.
The younger doctor, of a more excitable nature, frowned at the results when she saw that indeed, there was no sign of the spore left in his system. What little had been there, had disappeared without a trace. As if it had been burned from his bloodstream to ash and those ashes scattered in interstellar winds. "I need a blood sample." She murmured and accepted the small medkit that someone had thoughtfully put together in anticipation of her need.
Luka smiled and bounced off to his grandparents. There had, after all, been the promise of cake in his future.
Catching Jennifer by the arm, Sophie stilled her before the needle slid into Ronon's vein. "Jennifer do I need to remind you that any and all Furling genetic research is off-limits?" She asked quietly, actively trying to appear non-threatening. It never did to alienate the doctor that you trusted, let alone a friend. "That we're in hiding? That you are one of the ones protecting us?"
Blue eyes narrowed as she pondered. Then nodding, after all, Sophie wasn't asking her to not do her job, she returned to her task. Sophie simply asked for caution and help. Goodness knew there were other things that she had needed to "clean up" for the more xenophobic board members on earth. What made it all the trickier was that the entire McIntyre family had been born and raised on Earth. That there were still Furlings on Earth. The xenophobes would have a field day finding out that there were "not quite humans" living on earth among them. Didn't matter that they looked the same, lived the same, were genetically nearly identical. No, because they were that slightest bit different they would most likely be hunted and experimented on the way O'Neill had needed to protect Teal'c from.
"You have my word, Sophie." She murmured, finishing up.
Smiling gratefully, Sophie kissed her on the cheek.
"Hey, those are mine!" Ronon complained, chuckling before he pulled Sophie in to steal "his" kiss back.
Slightly dazed when he finally let her pull back for air, she nodded slowly and whispered, "I can handle that."
Chuckling at the expressions on the young couple's faces, Jack, Sam gently pulled Sophie from Ronon's hold and hugged her tightly between them. "Just wanted to say good luck with that one," Jack murmured kissing the top of her head. "You'll need it."
"So will you two, poppa bear." She whispered against his pale blue covered shoulder. "With the cub." Pulling back, she looked to Sam. "And I want video and pictures as soon as my godchild is born."
"My godchild." Daniel protested on a laugh, coming up to say goodbye to his old friends and congratulate the new couple. "I've known them longer."
"Of the two of us which has been the parent longer?" She teased, sliding her arms around Sam in a gentle hug.
Sam only grinned happily and kissed her cheek. "I'll consider my options and get back to you both." She dissembled. "But I might choose Teal'c if it came down to that."
Eyes glittering happily, both Daniel and Sophie shrugged in acceptance. "Rya'c turned out okay, I guess," Sophie admitted.
"If you count brainwashed by a false god," Daniel began ticking off on his fingers. "Living through a civil war, being captured and slaved out in a death camp, being a chauvinist whose own fiancee wanted to smack him over the head with a staff weapon before they finally worked it out counts as okay, sure."
The shorter blond shrugged on a laugh. "Growing pains. Everyone has them. But I still demand pictures and video as soon as possible of the little one."
Wandering away after Sam's stomach began growling hungrily, the new couple was left with Cameron who pulled the small female into a bear hug that lifted her off her feet. "Hey, farmboy." She chuckled as he swung her around like a doll. "Getting dizzy here."
"You okay, shortstuff?" He murmured, setting her back on her feet. "With everything?"
Smiling at his big brother air, she nodded. "We really need to get you a good southern girl, farmboy. Someone to keep you out of trouble."
After rolling his eyes, he kissed her forehead and said his goodbyes, giving Ronon the multi-universal look of every big brother to new husband everywhere. The look that says 'if you hurt her, I'll hurt you' as clear as a sign fifty feet high and flashing neon colors.
A scientist, she decided. But a rough and tumble one. A bit like Sam but more… Oh yeah. Making a note to send an email after her honeymoon, she returned to her new husband who was surrounded by his Atlantis family, and slid her arms around his waist, getting a warm approving grin from Teyla.
After giving their congratulations, people wandered out following the siren call of cake and homebrew leaving the smirking Ronon and a softly blushing Sophie alone as the door slid shut behind them and hissed a lock that wouldn't open until just before Atlantis was to leave the Milky Way system.
"So…" Ronon began, kissing her temple. "Do we have to wait for you to go into heat again before we start working on those siblings for Luka?" He teasingly growled, his fingers searching through her braided crown for the pins that held it in place.
Closing her eyes in contentment, there was nothing like a man with long hair to know how long hair needed to be treated, she sighed happily, swaying slightly in his hold. "Heat almost guarantees pregnancy, which is why it happens only once a year. But we can practice making them."
A dark chuckle vibrated along her spine as he picked out the last pin and the braid fell heavily to her shoulder, making heat pool in her belly. "What's the earth saying? Practice makes perfect?" He growled quietly against the side of her head.
Oh, she worried about the state of Vala's wedding gift. Silk didn't do well with certain bodily fluids.
"Ca-" Swallowing past the lump that lodged in her throat as he pressed tighter against her back, she ground back into his hold earning another growl. "I can go for some practice."
Running his nose and lips down the pale column of her throat as he finger-combed out the heavy braid, he nipped right where her pulse throbbed the hardest. "Good."
There had been times in his running career, and beyond that his military one, that he was very thankful for the heightened sense of smell that he had been gifted with. He had always been able to smell more than normal. Be it fresh-baked bread just pulled from his grandmother's oven as a child or the freshness of Iratus bug droppings. But never in all his life did he smell something as mouth-watering as his new wife.
Her growing heat and the wetness that saturated the air around him almost made his eyes cross with want as his pants became painfully tight. It coated his tongue like honey and he wondered if she would taste the same. Her kisses certainly did. Suddenly he found himself to be very hungry for a taste.
Spinning her around in his hold, he lifted her up into his arms, making her laugh softly against his chest and other more sensitive parts that she was pressed against that protested the layers of fabric between them. The lace of her dress bunched around her hips as she slid them over his hips.
Long fingers trailed up her lean thighs to the silky gift that hid her from his touch. Warmed by her skin, his fingers slid over it like butter, and by all the gods ever worshiped on any planet he had been to it did nothing to conceal the wetness that gathered beneath it.
"Bed." She gasped, dropping her forehead to his shoulder as he slid his fingers along the edge of the silk. "And less clothing, please and thank you."
"Fewer clothes," he grinned, nipping her jaw. "Good idea."
Within seconds and several large strides, her back met the bed.
Three days later.
Morning was an odd thing on a city-ship in the middle of space. The sun never rose. The sky never changed color. There was no sense of time. But Ronon found himself waking up to an empty bed. Running his fingers under the sheets to find them cool, he closed his eyes and bit back a tiny snarl of disappointment. Not once in the three days, they had been mated, had he woken up to find her in bed. Didn't matter if he stayed up all night watching her sleep, amazed that she was actually his wife now and had the paperwork to prove it courtesy of the generals, he had gotten up to go to the bathroom and come back to find her gone. She had only been in the kitchen area making her morning tea and his coffee but still.
Or doing something called yoga in the section that they had designated for the gym equipment. Or sketching on her tablet on the couch, she had a design for a beautiful space cruiser she was working on that was "very intuitive" according to her. Or any other number of things, but rarely was she in bed when he wanted her to be unless he put her there. And heaven forbid he look away if he wanted her to stay there.
Rolling from the bed, and remembering that he needed to start putting on sleep pants as Luka was getting back today, Ronon strode from the bedroom only to find the rest of the apartment quarters empty. She wasn't in the bathroom or the kitchen or Luka's room or the spare. In fact, her scent was old in their quarters, like she hadn't been there in over an hour or two.
Frowning, his eyebrows drawing together, he walked to the door and tried it. It opened. Had the quarantine already been lifted?
The band on his wrist beeped and he slid a hand over the sensor to shut the door again before he tapped it to pull up the notification.
"Morning Ronon." Sophie's prerecorded message started playing, projecting into the inches above his wrist. "Since today is jump day, I went for a run on my way to the canteen for the celebratory pastries that one of the lovely chefs has been creating before you wake up and Luka gets home. I shouldn't be gone long and no I'm not going to the engineering bay. Radek and Rodney are handling everything for the next four days so that we have a bit more honeymoon and some time with Luka before things get crazy again. But if I get held up, Luka will be there before we jump at nine."
Pausing the message he tapped the band again and brought up the time. It was only seven-thirty. Tapping the band again to play the rest of the message. "Be back in a little bit." She smiled and the video projection faded.
Oh, he was gonna keep her in bed at least one morning if it was the last thing he did. But maybe not today.
Just as he reached for a loose shirt that he had pulled off his new wife when she had dared to covered her skin the night before to pull dinner out of the small refrigerator that was built into the wall of the kitchen section, the door opened behind him. Apparently, she had been cold. He had taken that as a challenge.
"Dad!" Luka called happily from the door as he bounded in like a shot. "Dad!" He giggled, repeating the title as he raced over to him, nearly crawling up Ronon's side. "Dad, dad dad dad!"
"He knows who he is, Luka." His mother chuckled, waving the door closed. "You don't have to say it until his ears bleed."
Gathering the happily squirming boy into his arms, Ronon spun Luka around in a circle until the boy shrieked and giggled that he was about to throw up. "I don't mind." He murmured, squeezing the dizzy boy. "You can say it as many times as you want. I like hearing it."
Still giggling, Luka hung from his shoulders like a baby monkey clinging to their parent. "We're launching today. Mom said we can watch from the balcony doors or we can go to the observation decks with everyone else since she got Keller to give you the all-clear. Which do you want to do?"
Pulling her son off Ronon before he choked from the small boy wrapped around his neck, Sophie tossed her child over her shoulder, bouncing him as he wiggled. "Breakfast first!" She ordered, wiggling her fingers against the little boy's sides until his laughter bubbled up like a river. "Then you and Ronon can decide where we will watch the jump. Not before!"
0855 am. Observation Deck.
The entirety of the Atlantis crew, or at least the ones that had never observed a jump or who otherwise occupied during the last emergency jump from the cosmic wave, had all gathered in any empty space that had a decent view of the darkness that surrounded them. After all, it wasn't often that the city wasn't jumping during an emergency, normally when the city was highly damaged and everyone was trying to keep it from exploding. This was one of the few times that the city was nearly at one hundred percent intact and heaven forbid anyone actually not getting to see the first jump in their history that didn't involve blood, flying glass, sparking electrical currents, and a full Med Bay.
Ronon, with Luka sitting on his shoulders, and Sophie's arm around his waist stood in the middle of one of the lesser-known observations decks, another of the hidden gems that he was finding now that he was mated to the head of engineering, surrounded by his team. Rodney, his arms around Keller and John, cuddling a giggling Torren on one of the built-in chairs while his mother sipped on her water. Since his confession, John had shown a whole new side to himself, one slightly more at ease at least, with the little toddler and his mother. And Radek, his arms folded across his chest while he cradled a tablet to his chest, smiled contentedly.
The older generation, i.e. Woolsey and both of the older generations of the McIntyre clan, were calmly sitting at one of, what seemed to be, the holographic star charting tables, currently not operable, sipping tea. Well, Woolsey and the mothers were. The dads were nursing a beer that was hiding in an ice tea glass, fooling no one, not that they were trying very hard.
"Did we miss it?" Gunnr yelled, jogging in with his brother hot on his heels.
"They're just about to start the countdown," Sophie replied, tossing over her shoulder without moving from her spot against her husband's very comfortable shoulder.
And right on time, the countdown began over the city intercom.
As the trail of the stars began to lengthen into streaks around them, showering the sky with light, Teyla grinned. "We are going home," she cooed to her son, kissing his tiny waving fist.
"We are home." Ronon corrected, kissing his new mate's blond head.
"Once more unto the breach, dear friends, once more." John chuckled as the trails of the stars merged and began putting on a show that no aurora would ever be able to match. Whites changing colors to blues and greens as the dispersed energy of the stars they passed hit and dissipated on the shield.
To his other side, Rodney laughed, staring up at the passing stars. "I can't believe you actually read a play."
"Yes. Try not to faint."
The End.
For Now.