Author's Note: This is a series of vignettees, for Stages of Love, on Livejournal. It's going to be Ronan/Weir, so brace yourselves! FOR A WILD RIDE!

Basically, how this works is that I have a whole story to write, with five separate sections. Each section can only be 500 words, and must contain the theme. For this first section, the theme is first fight. Wish me luck, readers! And I hope you enjoy!

The Trouble With Lust...

Summary: Post-Michael, Pre-Allies; Ronon and Weir have only recently realized their attraction, but recent events throw a wrench into the relationship before it's even formed.

Vignette 1: ...You Say Things You Regret

"It wasn't the complete disaster I thought it would be," Elizabeth Weir stated as she entered her office. She wasn't alone, since Ronon Dex was sitting in one of two chairs in front of her desk. The day had been tough on her, both as a woman and as a leader. Ronon didn't reply, but looked at her skeptically. "It wasn't."

"It could have been worse?" He questioned as he straightened in the chair, locking her in his amber gaze. Instead of taking her customary seat behind the desk, she opted for the chair next to him. Even as she sat, she ran her hand across the back of his chair, not mentioning that she loved it when he was angry. He was so sexy.

Elizabeth dragged her thoughts out of that murky territory back to the subject at hand. Michael, former wraith, had escaped today. Taking Teyla with him, leaving Sheppard and Ronon to follow and rescue her. Elizabeth wondered if Ronon was more upset about Michael escaping and still being alive, or for Michael to have taken Teyla. It'd always intrigued her, the connection between Teyla and Ronon. Now, since she and Ronon were…er…seeing each other, it wasn't intriguing, it was worrying.

"We could have all died."

"Tell that to the guy who did die."

Elizabeth looked away, guilt and grief coloring her face. If Ronon had been anyone else, he'd have comforted her. As it was, he was who he was. "If you'd listened to me in the first place, we wouldn't be in this mess."

"Mess? We got a lot of valuable knowledge out of this 'mess'."

"Like what?"

"We found a new weapon against the Wraith. We know how their bodies work. We know that with this new weapon they can't feed."

"Was it worth someone's life?"

Elizabeth glared at him, getting up and walking to her usual seat on the other side of the desk. She wasn't in the mood to be close to him anymore. Ronon had never taken this tone with her. They'd only been together for several weeks, and before now nothing had ever really caused them to disagree. "When this information can be used to save hundreds of humans who are currently on this planet, then yes."

"The needs of the many, eh?" Ronon asked, raising so that he towered over Elizabeth in a vaguely intimidating manner. "Will that keep you warm at night?"

"I thought you liked to keep me warm at night?" Elizabeth asked, feeling ornery with no idea as to why.

"I don't sleep with murderers."

Ronon left, and Elizabeth gaped after him. It took her a few seconds to realize that she felt an overwhelming urge to cry. She hated him in that moment. She hated him, because he was right.