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Kitty - Part two

With Sheppard now in the bathroom it sunk in that Rononwas taking care of Rodney. As in, if something terrible were to happen, it would be Ronon Colonel Protective flayed alive. But of course, this is Ronon we're talking about, he's not one to scare easily, nor is he stupid.

"Can you stop projecting your emotions?"

The kitten just looked up at him, a little ruffled, but calming down.

"Want to get some food?" Ronon felt a bit silly talking to a cat, but reminded himself that it was Rodney, and stranger things have happen. Plus, he figured it was his best chance to stop feeling so anxious, and what do you know, he was starting to feel happier now. He smiled down at the little buddle.

Cafeteria

They were halfway done eating – Ronon had pseudo stake and potatoes, Rodney the safe tuna – when Sheppard frantically barged into the commissary. Meeting Ronon's gaze he stormed over to their table.

"Where have you been?" He took a calming breathe, "I was . . . worried." He said turning away, offhand now, as if it didn't really matter, but the gaze he stuck to Ronon when he turned back clearly said otherwise.

"Eating."

Sheppard nodded, "Right, well, next time tell me where you're going; I don't want to lose Rodney," He looked awkward again, but then it seemed to dawn on him exactly what it was he said, "I mean, uh, h-he can't open doors, and he'll get scared." Sheppard looked away, but back again quickly, coming to sit next to Rodney who was lying on the table bench next to Ronon. "Hey little guy," he started absently scratching behind Rodney's ears.

"It's alright to be protective." Ronon wasn't looking at him.

"I-"

"Sheppard!" Lorne ran over to them, "SG-4 needs back up now."

"What!" He stood up in alarm, "Why didn't you radio me?"

"I was just outside the commissary when they radioed me, SG-11 and -13 are going after them now."

Gate Room

"They're coming in hot!"

Little Rodney hid behind a control panel as Sheppard and Ronon provided cover fire for SG-4, -11, and -13.

"We're in! We're in! Close the iris!"

Sheppard straightened with a sign of relief. Then, turning back to look at Rodney, he smiled.

Briefing Room

"So, the natives just attacked you?" Weir asked looking up from a small metallic panel.

"It was right after Jeremy picked up that panel thing."

"Ancient technology?"

"Yeah, we think so; we didn't have time to try to give it back."

Weir nodded in understanding and turned to Jeremy, "Do you have any idea what it is?"

"I'm not positive, but it has the same symbol as the machine that turned Rodney into a cat. I was thinking that it might be a part of a similar machine on their planet, our machine used to be one of the rooms that got flooded, so this little thing could have floated away."

"Good thinking, get it to Zelenka," She sighed, "I guess that's one more planet we won't be trading with," She stood up, now walking to the door, she turned back, "Worth it though, if it even helps Rodney a little." The team leader – Jake Anderson – and Jeremy nodded.

Sheppard's Quarters

"Zelenka's working his butt off y'know?" Sheppard was lying on his bed with Rodney on his stomach, absently scratching behind his little scientist's ears. They had been lying there for a little while, and John found he really loved the sound of Rodney purring – so close, so happy – bliss certainly. After a while though, he found himself missing Rodney's rants, his complaints and complicated explanation, so he started talking for him, just saying what ever popped into his head.

"And Jeremy, you know that guy on SG-4 – Jake Anderson's team – he found this little pallet –y panel like thingy. It's like a flat piece of metal, but it has little buttons and different colored patches. Miko and Simpson are working on it with some other random scientists." He looked down at Rodney who had stopped purring and was now looking right at him. "What? Do you know what it's for?"

"Mreeeow!"