Title: Brief Encounters

Rating: T

Spoilers: None

Pairings: Ronan and Elizabeth

Summary: Elizabeth meets a mercenary in an unstable banana republic

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters and I make no money from my storytelling

Authors Notes: Thanks to Fififolle for the tip on using Notepad to upload while Fanfiction is sulking. I Know Elizabeth has another story but the male characters do outnumber the females. The term banana republic is a 70's un PC term for an unstable South American or African country where a war, usually between rival factions and/or the government was being fought. Also I've had to up the rating as this is a bit mature for the K+ rating, it's what's what you get when you have spent the last few days wrestling with an adult themed piece, it kinda takes over.

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Elizabeth Weir tripped, dropped to her knees and swore in three different languages, it was at times like this she wondered if being a diplomat was worth it. She heard a low chuckle as someone grabbed her arm and hauled her to her feet.

"That's no language for a negotiator to use," said the voice

"Well take this fucking blindfold off of me then" she snapped

"Can't do that" the voice replied, "the Leader insists no-one be able find their way to his hideout". Another voice called out some commands "he says we can rest here for a moment"

"Can I take this blindfold off?" Elizabeth asked. Her escort called out to one of the others and when the reply came the blindfold was removed, Elizabeth blinked as her eyes adjusted to the light again, a tall, dreadlocked soldier handed her a canteen of water.

"Drink" he said, she took the canteen and took a few sips

"Thank you" she replied as she handed it back "you're American"

"So are you" he said as he took a drink from the canteen.

"My name is Elizabeth Weir" she said

"I know" he replied.

"What is your name?" she asked, she felt like she was talking to a brick wall and he was built like one too she thought as she felt a stirring of lust. He was tall, dark, handsome and muscular, Elizabeth swallowed and wiped her face, she needed to take more water with it. As if reading her thoughts he handed the canteen back to her

"Ronan Dex" he replied, Elizabeth swallowed the water gratefully,

"Why are you here?" she asked

"The pay me well to fight for them" he replied.

"A mercenary" she remarked

"A mercenary" he replied with a smile. He let his eyes roam over her and enjoyed what he saw. She was slim and the way her hair kept falling into her eyes stirred something in his soul that he had not felt for a long time, she spoke with her eyes and her body and right now she was not happy.

"Why?" she said simply

"It's the only thing I know, I was dishonourably discharged from the Army and as the only thing I knew how to do was fight, I went out and found me a war" he replied bitterly.

"And I'm sure you're never out of work" she retorted,

"You may not like what I do but when people cry Havoc they will let slip the Dogs of War". Her eyes widened in surprise "what, just because I'm a soldier you don't think I have an education?". She smiled and relaxed a little

"No I don't think that at all" she replied,

"Why do you do what you do?" he asked

"I hate guns and I hate war, if my negotiations can save one life then my job is done" she replied. He bowed his head

"I wish you luck" he said. One of the other soldiers began shouting and gesturing, "we have to carry on" he said with regret in his voice. He began to tie the blindfold around her eyes "I'm sorry Elizabeth" he murmured "It's ok Ronan" she replied. She stood up and felt him place his hand in the small of her back as he began to guide her through the jungle.

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AN: Who knew Ronan could quote Shakespeare eh, for those that are still confused Dogs of War is a euphemism for Mercenaries. Thanks for the reviews and suggestions, keep 'em coming. Some senarios would be good too.