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His body was tense, there wasn't a muscle in his body that wasn't burning at this point. He was alone in the training room and enjoyed the silence. It always helped him think. His hair was pulled back in a ponytail and sweat dripped from his forehead to his stomach. His bare chest glistened in dim light of the room and every curve of his arms, chest and back throbbed. He had been forcing his body to its limit for about 3 hours now. He closed his eyes and took in a deep breath as he begun another martial arts routine. His face changed from a relaxed expression to a focused one. With his legs apart and his sword in his hands, placed to the right of him, he moved the sword. He did it with such precision and grace that you would think he was gentle for a minute. He moved slowly at first and then cut the air with crisp, sharp moves that were so fast they seemed invisible to the untrained eye. The first hour in the room was easy because all his thoughts consisted of the imaginary Wraith that were in the room with him. He wasn't losing his mind, he was just trying to get his anger to increase. His sword swung to the left and then to the right. He used combinations that bent his body in ways that only a gymnast could move. By the second hour everyone that had ever done him wrong was in the room with him, including his dead ex-task master. He did anything to get Teyla off his mind, including brining back demons that he pushed to the back of his subconscious. His arms moved in sharp jolts and his sword followed, becoming part of his body. Ever so often they would come to him in his dream, the demons. He sliced another body in the air and imagined another Wraith coming at him. He had many of them and didn't know why they haunted him. He spun around and extended his arm with the sword in it and let out a loud roar. His chest raised as he took deep breaths and then released them. His heart was pounding out of every place that you could feel a pulse beat. He didn't stop even though he felt like collapsing on the floor. He walked over to the middle of the room again and got into another fight stance, except this time he had no sword. He bent his knees and crouched on the floor. He stood in that position for a while and let his spirit drift back into his body slowly. He tried to calm his nerves but blood was rushing to his head and his imagination was getting ahead of him. Now he had release all his demons; they were there with him in the room. He dared not open his eyes, he would go crazy if he did. He felt like he could hear them, whispering, waiting to strike. Suddenly Teyla popped into his head with a gentle gaze and a warm smile. He heart beat went back to normal and he slowly opened his eyes. They were gone; the room was empty and his soul returned.
"There is no getting away from you." He said to himself, while crouching on the floor. He extended his arms to the top of his head and lightly sprang off of the ground. His body twisted through the air like a feather and then gently landed again. He stood there for a second and then walked over to the balcony. He grabbed a towel of off the shelf as he headed in to the open. He wiped the sweat that was dripping off of him and put on his black shirt. The ocean breeze lightly touched his warm tanned skin. He leaned on the railing looking out to the world in front of him. He could smell the ocean all around him and it instantly cleared his head of all unwanted thoughts.
FLASHBACK
Ronon sat on a rock while pointing a gun at Teyla. He could hear Carson unpacking his equipment in the back of him.
"A little help," He said and clearly remembered her face as she headed for his shirt. He remembered even more how she looked at him when his chest was revealed. He saw the fear mixed with lust on account of the Wraith teeth hanging from around his neck. They stood there transfixed at each other.
"My God! Tell me you didn't try to cut this thing out yourself." Carson pulled him out of his dreamy gaze.
He looked away from Teyla, "Yeah, I tried once with a mirror. Couldn't quite reach. Most of it's from two different doctors."
"No-one I know who calls himself a doctor would do this," said Carson as he used an Ancient Device and pointed it at the Ronon's back.
"Is that Ancestor technology?" He asked Carson who was busy at work.
"That it is," Carson said in a voice that didn't sound too hopeful. Ronon didn't see Carson's expression, but he did see Teyla's eyes sadden.
"Son, you're gonna have to put that weapon down and lie down.," Carson said to Ronon with concern and sincerity in his voice.
"Not a chance," he said quickly, not taking his gun and eyes off Teyla.
"Now you listen to me. I've located the transmitter. It's in the soft tissue next to the second thoracic vertebrae." Carson tried to explain but doubted that Ronon would listen.
"Good, cut it out," he said without even thinking anything through.
"I can't do that with you sitting up like this, and I'm gonna have to give you some anaesthetic to make you sleep." Carson again tried to plead with the shirtless Runner.
"No you're not," Ronon remembered the fear that struck him when Carson said that. He didn't trust him at that time and putting him to sleep would definitely mean betraying him.
"Excuse me?" Carson said in disbelief of the young man's reaction.
Teyla's brown eyes locked with his and with such truth and hope she said, "Ronon, you need to trust us."
"I do," Ronon said as he raised his gun and pointed it at Teyla, "That's why he's here and you're still alive. Now get to work, Doc."
END FLASHBACK
Ronon leaned his head on his arm, not wanting to believe that he acted that way towards them. That seemed so long ago now, ages since he was so untrustworthy of everyone. He was still the same Ronon, but now he had something else to look forward to then just hunting the Wraith. He walked off the balcony and headed towards the door. He lazily made his way to his room and then shut the door as soon as he could. He was too tired to do anything except just go to sleep. He laid on his bed with his aching arms folded behind his heavy head. He remembered the expression on Teyla's face as Carson was cutting the device out of his back. She had horror in her eyes but at the same time she looked as if she wanted to hug him and help him.
"I'm such an idiot," Ronon muttered to himself as he stared at his white ceiling. He wanted to turn back time and make himself put the gun away and welcome her to help him. Instead, he was doing it again, pushing people away. He was alone again, lonely and his bones and muscles burning intensely. He got up and headed to the bathroom, "Geeze, what the fuck was I thinking?" he said under his breath, "I can't to sleep like this." He turned the showerhead on and removed his clothes. The water burned his ice cold skin as he moved under it. He closed his eyes and let the tiny sprinkles of water hit his face. As the water wet his hair he let out a sigh of relief. He was glad he could have a warm shower whenever he wanted now. The water almost put him in a trance, a sort of sleep-like state. He was standing up the whole time, but his mind wasn't alert. His imagination ran wild as he felt small hands come up behind him and felt them lightly run over his stomach. His muscles tightened and bulged at the feel of soft, warm skin upon them. He let a small moan leave his lips as he felt the hands move up his body around his chest muscles. He tiled his head back at the warm sensation of lips on his back. Soft kisses trailed up his spine. He felt himself get hard so he gripped the tiles around him. The hands moved from his chest back to his back and the kisses increased as he felt fingers massage his shoulders. He let out another moan and mumbled, "Teyla," as water gently entered in between his lips. As soon as he said her name his mind caught up to his body and sent him back to reality. His skin gave off a hint of red because the water was so hot. He quickly rubbed the plain white soap which was almost gone, all over his body. He washed himself off and stepped out of the shower.
"Man, I need to stop using so much soap," Ronon smiled to himself, "I've taken almost 3 showers per day since I've been here." He began to laugh at himself, and his obsession for making up for the last 7 years of being dirty. He dried himself off and put on a fresh pair of underwear and cotton shorts that were provided by the Atlantis team.
"I still don't know what the hell is cotton," Ronon said quietly as he peaked at his underwear and then at his shorts, "But it sure feels good." He let out a painful grunt as he slowly laid his body to rest. His mind was clear, except for the erotic experience he just had in the shower floating round his head. He though of the new planet they would go to tomorrow and how Teyla would act around him. He drifted off into sleep as his tired body went limp and became part of his bed.
He was dreaming again, he was back on Sateda, once more laying by the same rock watching the same exact sky as the night before. He was well aware that he was deep asleep but this time he didn't hear Teyla's laugh and as he looked around he didn't see her either. He got up and started walking down the hill with the bright sun above him and the soft green grass below. The air was crisp and clean and he took it all in. He could make out a small house in the distance. He began to walk faster towards it and as he sped up he found himself running. He ran faster and faster until he couldn't breath, but he didn't stop, but he also didn't make it. In the blink of an eye, the house was gone; turned to dust. He jolted out of his dream and quickly sat upright on his bed. His head was spinning and he had sweat trailing round his forehead. He took in a few deep breaths and shook of the spinning feeling. The sun broke in-between the blinds on the back wall of his bed. The sun had barely risen and was his wake-up call that morning. He violently jerked the covers off of himself and walked over to his closet. He put on all his clothing and sat down on his bed, waiting for Sheppard to radio him over to the Gate. He couldn't help but be worried if Teyla was gonna act weird around him. He wanted it to be like before, when she gave him warm smiles that kept him happy.
Flashback to Alien Planet occupied by Prisoners
Teyla and John sat in the front and McKat and Ronon sat in the back of the Puddle Jumper. As they made their way out of the Gate they saw a landscape covered in green.
"Look familiar?" Sheppard asked Ronon who looked more lost then he did.
"No" he answered plainly.
Teyla sighed, "Me either. I do not believe I have been to this planet before," she looked through the windows hoping to see something familiar..
"There's no sign of any settlements -- at least, nothing recent," McKay said.
Ronon pointed towards a hill, " Other than the smoke from that campfire."
"Ah. Yes, well, other than that," McKay said as he turned red.
He recalled how Teyla turned towards him and grinned. She didn't know it but that smile made his whole day okay. He always became mesmerized by her beautiful smile.
"We'll land within a few hundred yards," Sheppard announced to the three of them. They sat silently as the Jumper landed on a clear spot. They unbuckled themselves out of their seats and opened the door of the Puddle Jumper. As the door opened before them they saw an empty camp. Ronon took a few steps around the very dilapidated and barely held together shacks around the central are. There was debris whereever you stepped and Ronon saw McKay's face become disgusted by the littering. Ronon hopped over a metal plate on the ground and noticed that there was a fire still smoking. He looked around carefully but still couldn't see anyone in sight.
"It's primitive -- definitely primitive. Probably not even worth making contact. What is that smell?" McKay's nostrils flared which made Ronon chuckle.
Ronon inspected the fire from afar while Sheppard called out, "Hello!"
"It appears they left in a hurry," Teyla said to the team, while squinting at the blaring sun hitting her eyes.
"Not used to friendlies coming out of the Gate." Ronon heard Sheppard say as he finally strolled over to the fire. He bent down over it and lifted the wooden spoon out of the pot and into his mouth.
"What are you ... oh my God, he's tasting it! You don't know what that is -- that could be their laundry!" McKay shouted at Ronon in horror.
"Very good!" Ronon said with his mouth full of food.
"Oh yes, good idea! And when you're finished with their porridge, why don't we try their beds, hmm?" McKay shouted at Ronon ,again, as if he was speaking to a young child.
"Want some?" Ronon asked Teyla who held back a smile. He laughed a little as she turned away from him.
"How good is it?" McKay asked Ronon hoping to get some also.
"Leave it be, Goldilocks," Sheppard warned the hungry McKay.
END FLASHBACK
Ronon snapped out of his daydream as Sheppard radioed him.
"Ronon, be in the Gate Room in one hour." Sheppard said over the radio.
"Yes sir," Ronon radioed him back.
Ronon put the radio down on his night stand and got into a more comfortable position.
FLASHBACK
"Take cover!" He heard Sheppard yell as they all ducked. He didn't know what hit them, he was too busy eating that he forgot that they could be attacked at any moment. He looked over the bushes and they saw a whole army of dirty men, untidy, and dressed in scruffy leather. He saw the rest of his team duck again as they hear explosions near by.
"What the hell's in those slingshots!" Ronon asks Sheppard while they return fire.
Ronon remembered the burning sensation in his leg just above his ankle.
"You alright?" McKay asked Ronon who was examining his leg.
"I'm fine," he answered as he snapped off the back end of the arrow and pulled the rest of it through his leg.
He winced in pain and Sheppard shouted at the men, "You know, this is not a good way to make good friends! But we'll leave if you want us to!" He looked up at Sheppard as they waited for a reply.
Sheppard turned to them, " I'll take that as a yes. Let's go back to the Jumper. Teyla, you're on point; I'll take the six; McKay, help Ronon."
"Don't worry about me," he told Sheppard trying to make his injury seem far worse then it already was.
"I'm a worrier -- let the man give you a hand," Sheppard said in a sincere voice.
They all stood up and heard a man yell, "Fire!"
In a split second slingshots were buzzing by them again and they had to return fire.
Ronon remembered the tense stand-off and how the jets blew the locals off their feet. He didn't even remember seeing the ship come into view, until it was in front of them.
"Alright, move! Move!" Sheppard yelled to them and they raced off. Sheppard took the Jumper off of the ground and looked back at his small crew, "Everyone in one piece?"
"Yeah -- thanks to that ship, " Ronon stood up to get a better look at the ship but Teyla made him sit down again.
"Be still," she said gently as she bent down and looked at his leg. He tensed and melted at the same time. He remembered her warm hands on his leg, how good it felt. He wanted to kiss her so bad but he held back with every fiber of his body.
END FLASHBACK
Ronon got up from his bed and stretched his arms.
"Now," he rubbed his palms together, "Time for some food." He gathered his weapons and put them in their places around his body. He walked out of his room and headed down the hall. As he was getting closer to the turning the corner, he heard giggles and a man's voice. He stood close to the wall and then slowly peaked a little over the corner and hid out of sigh again. It was Elizabeth and John, acting a little too friendly.
"John," he heard her say in whisper, "what if someone sees us?" Ronon smirked at the situation and held back the urge to laugh.
"Don't worry," he heard John say in a seductive voice, "Just one kiss–that's all!" Ronon didn't know whether to turn the corner and interrupt them or wait till they left, both was rude. He heard a smack of the lips and then a giggle. He couldn't make out the next few word they said to each other except when Elizabeth said, "My room!" Ronon felt uncomfortable listening to the lovers conversation, but he had no choice. He peaked around the corner to make sure the coast was clear and went back to trying to reach the cafeteria.
"Fucking Sheppard," Ronon thought to himself, "Her room huh?" He shook his head in disbelief.