Warnings: Only slight spoils for 'Runner'.

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the stargate characters or their many worlds.

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The runner's entire body tensed as the ancestral ring came to life. He watched as the small team filed through the blue shimmering puddle without hesitation. His breath caught in his chest slightly as he thought of their controlled calm. Did they not worry about what laid on the other side? Ronan shook his head slightly, of coarse they didn't. They hadn't spent seven years of their life running from a persistent enemy. Teyla had said that he'd be welcome in the home of the ancestors but he wasn't so trusting. He had spent seven long years always hesitating to cross to the other side because innocent people laid on the other side.

So what was stopping him now? He knew what laid on the other side, he knew that the wraith wouldn't be able to track him anymore because of that blessed doctor. What was his name? Carson. Yes that was his name, he'd have to thank him later.

Ronan took a few more steps forward, knowing full well that a couple of guns would be aimed at him through the gate. Taking a few more looks around the planet, Ronan walked forward.

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Ronan sprawled out on the bedroom's twin size bed. It was heavenly soft on his aching back and a sweet comfort that Ronan felt guilty for having. He looked at his surroundings, it was a bland room with no decorations or any color. The large man had walked around its premises like a caged animal, knowing he could probably take out the two guards stationed at his door but not wanting to cause anymore unwanted trouble. The men hadn't been unnecessarily rough most likely because he stood a good two heads taller than anyone else in the gate room.

Ronan jerked as the noise of opening doors came to him. He sat back up eagerly waiting for his release. Instead Ronan saw the Scottish doctor.

"'Ello lad. How's your back? Mind if I look?" He said.

Ronan grunted his reply and slowly took of his shirt. He flinched mildly at the doctors touch.

"It's healing rather nicely. It'll be a scar for the ladies this one will." Carson said kindly.

Ronan didn't know if he wanted the reminder of the tracker but kept that to himself, instead he said, "Thank you Doc. I, I really-"

"Aye lad, you're welcome." Carson said with light pat on the shoulder as he walked from the room a broad smile lingering on his face.

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Ronan tried to wrap his head around not having a home or a place to go. He didn't truly believe that the shock of losing his home world had set in yet. He had been released from his room and could know visit the several different Atlantis facilities including the gym. Which Ronan loved. That and the food, don't forget the food, or the popcorn. And as Ronan walked the corridors of Atlantis he laughed inwardly at all the scientist who where brave enough to walk up to him.

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"So whose the new guy?" Said a scientist from one of the far tables in the mess hall.

"What new guy?" Another questioned back.

"You know, the one with the dreds and arms the size of canons. Come on Tim, tell me you haven't seen the man." Another scientist questioned further.

"Oh, you mean the one that's been kicking all the military personnel's asses. Yeah I've seen him around. Haven't talked to him though, been, busy." The scientist named Tim said.

The murmuring of conversation halted as Ronan made himself lunch and then promptly sat down, ignoring his utensils that were neatly wrapped in a napkin.

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