Sorry about the delay from the last chapter. I couldn't upload a chapter, for some reason. It said something like taking too much time to do it, or something. Well, thanks for your comments and reviews and stuff. If you have any suggestions, I'm open to them, but I just want you guys and gals to like the story. I don't own these characters-wait-everyone knows that, already. I mean, if I said that I owned them, no-one would believe me, anyways, so why do I have to say that I don't own them? Everyone already knows that I don't, anyways. Well, here's the next chapter:0D

Chapter 8

"Elizabeth!" John yelled from down the hall. Elizabeth turned around to find John running after her.

"So, you finally got away, huh?" asked Elizabeth.

"Finally, yes. Have you heard anything from Caldwell?" asked John.

"No, why?" Elizabeth asked him, concerned.

John was quiet.

"John?" Elizabeth prompted.

"I have to go back to Earth. They said that my injury caused permanent damage," said John.

"What!" yelled Elizabeth. "No-one said anything to me about it! Where the hell is that bastard?"

"Elizabeth!" John laughed.

"What the hell's so funny?" she asked.

"Oh, I got you!" he laughed. "I'm sorry! I just couldn't help it! I mean, I've been trapped inside the infirmary for God knows how long, and no humor whatsoever," said John.

"I am going to kill you!" she said. "How's your arm? It'd be a shame for you to 'accidentally' rebrake it..."

"Ok, ok, I'm really sorry. Is that better? And I'll never do it again...today," said John.

"John, you're such a screw-head," said Elizabeth.

"A screw-head? What the heck is that?" asked Sheppard.

"Nevermind. Ronon tells me that you still owe him a basketball game. How do you think you could do with a broken arm?" asked Elizabeth.

"Yeah, just kill me now. I just taught him a month ago, and he's kicking my-"

"Just thought I'd remind you, John. And Rodney? You need to get caught up with him. He was just looking for you. I sent him down to the infirmary. He thought that you got out, and he was right. But I suppose he could get a little more excersize-"

"Elizabeth! Are you calling him-"

"No, John. That's not what I meant. You wanna go for a walk? I'm off duty," said Elizabeth.

"Off duty? I thought that you were never off duty," said John.

"Yeah, but I wanna go for a walk. So lets go. You could use the excersize, too," said Elizabeth, then started walking the opposite way of John.

"Excuse me?" said John, then changed the subject. "How's Ronon doing with the Wraith thing?"

"To tell you the truth, I don't know," said Elizabeth.

"I should talk to him. And how are you doing?" he asked Elizabeth.

"Me? I'm fine, why?" she asked.

"Just thought I'd ask. I'm gonna go visit Ronon. You wanna come with?" he asked her.

"No, I'm on duty," she said, then smiled and took off back in the other direction.

Sheppard finally made it to Ronon's quarters and stood in front of the open doorway.

"You ok? Elizabeth told me what happened with the Wraith. You handling?" John asked Ronon as he entered the room.

"I'm fine," said Ronon, turning toward his team mate. "I heard you broke your arm. I've never broken a bone. Just dislocations and torn muscles."

"Can't say that's much better. Those hurt as much as a break. Can I sit down?" asked John.

"Go ahead," Ronon said to him, so John sat at the end of the bed Ronon was sitting on.

"You wanna talk about what happened with the Wraith?" asked John.

"I though that Elizabeth told you. Lorne was-"

"That's not what I'm talking about," said John, then Ronon knew.

"There's nothing to say. My past is behind me. They used me for hunting practice. My life as a Runner is long gone. There's no reason to bring it up, now," said Ronon.

"There is," said John. "To make you feel better inside. A little thing we call bottled emotions isn't really good. It causes people to blow up, and I'm not too keen on having you spend the rest of your life in a holding cell because you did something you'll regret."

"Ok, fine, then. The Wraith captured me and my friends, killed them by sucking out their life, took me and stuck a tracker in the back of my neck, then let me loose. I ran from planet to planet, trying not to starve or dehydrate, while they hunted me. I don't know what happened to the rest of the Wraith that captured and hunted me, and I really don't care, but I do wish that they suffer a horrible death," said Ronon. "This one, he was lucky that Lorne was in there, or I would've taken my time with him."

Sheppard nodded, but kept quiet.

"Do you want to know anything else?" asked Ronon.

"Do you feel better?" Sheppard asked.

Ronon didn't say anything for a moment then answered, "Yes, I do."

"There, you see? It's not too hard. I hate it, too, but it does help, you have to admit. If you want to talk, you know where to find me-"

"Everyone knows where to find you, Sheppard. They just have to listen for the alarm, and they'll find you," Ronon joked, and got a smile from Sheppard.

"Gee, thanks. I'm gonna go to the gym. Can't really do anything, but I can learn. See you later," said John.

Just when he was about to leave, Ronon stopped him. "Sheppard, do you mind if I come with you?"

Sheppard smiled. "Sure. Elizabeth was wondering how I'd do in a one-armed basketball game verse you. I'm kinda curious, myself..."

"Doctor Beckett would kill us both, just so he wouldn't have to worry about it happening again," said Ronon, then laughed. "You're on."

THE END

That's it! That's my story. I'm going back to SG-1, now. The story's called Somebody's Knockin' Pt. 2. Before you read it, read Somebody's Knockin', first, if you're interested. Thanks for staying with me, expecially Seanait and lil Cwick! Bie:0D