CHP. 1

She was still mad at him, he could tell because she refused to look him in the eye. Even if she caught a sudden glimpse of him and he noticed, she would quickly turn her head away. The only time she actually spoke to him was if it was work related and still she didn't hide her anger. Ronon sighed to himself, picked up the piece of bread that sat on his plate and look a bite out of it. He chewed it slowly, as if he didn't really want to eat it, and forced it down his throat. The last few days it seemed that no matter how much he ate he couldn't seem to get full. He looked around him, at Atlantis, his new home. He got a bad feeling in his stomach, a painful one, he put his hand on it, and winced. The pain quickly passed and he let out a deep breath. He could remember how he had been running all these years and how lonely he had been.

He smiled to himself, "Man, I'm a bad motherfucker," he said under his breath.

He was rather proud of himself and how far he had gotten in 7 years. Just then the door opened, it was Sheppard, he walked over to the table Ronon sat at and fell into the set across from him. There was silence for about 3 minutes and then the two of them let out bored, loud sighs at the same time. They looked at each other and laughed a little.

Sheppard was the first to speak, "So what's eating you?"

Ronon just shook his head and simply said "Nothing." Which he knew was a lie but he wasn't about to confess his feelings for Teyla to John. He knew John and Teyla had something going on, well at least he though so.

"What's bothering you, Sheppard?" Ronon asked while transfixed on the floor.

Sheppard let out a small grunt and answered, "Well, stress mostly."

Ronon looked up from the floor, "About what?" He prayed that it wasn't because of Teyla.

"Ohh, just about Ford...and...yeah" Sheppard gave Ronon a tiny smile.

Ronon crossed his arms across his chest and let his eyebrows drop, "Are you sure that's all or is there something more than that?"

Sheppard didn't answer at first but then looked at him, "Have you ever had strong feelings for a woman, but didn't know how to approach her, because you were afraid that it would mess up the professional relationship between the two of you?"

Now Ronon knew, he was in love with Teyla, he wanted to knock Sheppards face in. But he controlled his temper.

"Well Sheppard, number one, I have never been scared of anything in my life and two, I don't think you should mess up the professional relationship."

Sheppard looked at him heartbroken, "Well, maybe your right." He stood up from his seat and was about to head for the door when it suddenly opened. Elizabeth came in startled, he stood there frozen in front of her.

"Hello Dr. Weir," he blurted out finally and headed out of the room before she could reply.

Ronon sat at the desk confused. What had just happened? Could he have been wrong? Was Sheppard in love with Elizabeth instead?

"Ronon I've been look all over for you! Where have you been lately?" Elizabeth asked with concern.

"Ohh, I'm sorry, ever since I found out that some of my people were alive, I've just been trying to think." He didn't look at her as he spoke.

She looked at him with a saddened face and made her way to the seat that Sheppard just got up from.

"I understand, it's hard for you and you need time." She gave him a smile and placed her hand on his.

"Dr. Weir, do you have more then professional feelings towards anyone here?" Ronon looked at her trying to read her face.

She let go of his hand quickly and blushed fiercely, "No! Of course not!"

"Well, I know someone that I think might have feelings toward you." Ronon said slowly.

She got out of her seat, "I'm sorry, I don't have any feelings for you!" and walked out of the room.

Ronon sat there confused again, "What the heck...oohhh no...she thinks I'm in love with her!" He said to himself and slapped his forehead. Well, now he felt even worse, he just messed up Sheppards love life for no reason.

He sat there for three hours, thinking again and realized that even if Teyla shared his feelings, he couldn't pursue anything with her.