Firstly-thanks so much for the reviews guys,you have no idea how encouraging they were!

I sent individual replies for all the signed ones but for the anon-

Lyc-Wow, thank you so much! Your comment really shocked me! And yeah I loved that idea too, only problem was when this started in my head, Sam was boss and I really could'nt picture this scenario ever taking place with her. Woolsey was the perfect villain for this piece!

Sam-Im takin' it to Ronon town thats where! :D

Josephine-Yeah I love it too when she gets tough,theres not nearly enough of Keller in lets-kick-some-ass mode!

This is the R/K chapter people, but beware there will be some angsty/angry stuff first.

A/N- A meela is a Satedan cow type thing. It likes shiny stuff and blue grass. So...yeah,onwards!

Ronon watched the exchange between Woolsey and the doc across the main balcony.

He couldnt hear what they were saying,but in reality he didnt really need to. It looked like it wasnt so much an exchange but the doc yelling and Woolsey trying to get a word in edgeways.

Good. Someone needed to take the little weasle down a peg or two. He'd intended to do it himself, but judging from Woolseys expression as Keller all but ran from his office, she'd done a better job than he ever could.

He couldnt look more shocked if it hed been poked in the behind with a 200V meela prod. He winced internally at the memory of that drunken...occasion.

He was coming to see Woolsey when she beat him to it and proceded to apparently rip him a new one. Another earth saying courtesy of Sheppard.

He'd seen how hard she was working latley, how exhausted she looked, how he rarely saw her outside the infirmary. He wondered if she even ate.

And Woolsey had gone and put this on her. She was already overworked,over-stressed. So he'd decided to come and have a word with him. Whether words would have actually been used was up for debate,but now it looked like it wasnt needed.

It looked like he was needed somewhere else entirely. The tears threatening to spill over from her eyes,as she sped away told him so. Her eyes. How they amazed him. In her eyes, so many things could be conveyed in just one glance. Swirling pools of dark emotion. He could lose himself in them if he wasnt careful.

He followed her as she made her way rapidly to a quiet balcony, away from the main pathways in the city. Damn she ran fast. If he hadnt been, well...him, he might have had trouble keeping up with her.The evening lights were on, activating at their presence, dimming as they left. She must have the ancient gene. They never did that for him. Was why he thinking about that?

He knew she wasnt aware of his presence at the doorway. It startled him to realise that with everything that had happened, the disasters, the people theyd lost, hed never seen her break down. Never seen a tear.

He hesitated,still in the general safety of that exit. If he took that last step,well. He was in uncharted territory. Comfort wasnt really his...thing. Hell,words were'nt really his thing. What if he said the wrong thing? Screwed up royally and made her feel worse? Oh man. He was so far out of his depth.

He peered out as her from his hiding place, slapping himself internally. What was her waiting for? This was just plain cowardly. Except that he was afraid. Of hurting her. Of being hurt in the process.

The light from the twin moons shone on her pale face; the glittering tears tracks running down it. That coupled with the soft sheen of her blonde hair,the glow of the delicate exposed skin of her neck and arms, giving her an almost ethereal look. She sniffled, evidently get her tears under control and rose into a standing position, gripping the rail of the balcony.

This time his feet didnt really give him an option, propelling out towards her. Maybe he wouldnt need words.

In the serene quietness of the isolated balcony, Jen heard someone approach her from behind. Turning her head, she saw that it was Ronon. Making way less noise than a man of his size should. She turned back. She didnt want him to see her now. To affirm just how weak she really was. He was the one who'd said it. Now she'd just gone and given him the proof.

She gripped the rail tighter, her fingernails biting into her palm. She relished in the pain. It brought her back from the brink, affirmed that she was still there. She didnt turn as he came up beside her,unspeaking.

For the longest time they just stood there. He seemed contented to just stare out as the sight that was the city at night. She cast her gaze unseeingly over it, eventually being the one to speak first.

Sighing,she faced him. "You dont have to do this you know.Im fi-"

She was cut off by him pulling her to his chest, enveloping her in a hug. She allowed herself to press against his broad chest, to feel the comfort he was lending, let the pain recede slightly.

Let the anger return. She didnt deserve comfort. Tensing against him she pushed her palms against his front, pulling away and retreating along the length of the balcony. He followed.

She swung around. "Look just stop it ok?" her tone was sharp. "I dont need-"

He cut her off again. Hugging her again.

She tried to fight, but he wouldnt let her. Not this time. She needed this. Whether she knew it or not.

She began to hit him, her small fists impacting against his chest and shoulders.

"Stop" -Thump-

"Just -thump- stop." It came as more of sob. "I dont...cant...its not right..."

He released her, grabbing her wrists in the process. She was hurting herself a hell of a lot more than she was hurting him.

"It not fair!" she yelled at him "Why him? Why did it have to be him?" It came as more of a plea than anything else. Begging him for answers that he didnt have. Why any?

"Why couldnt it have been me?" He paused. Wait, what?

Which was what he eventually managed to growl out.

"He had a family.A life to go back to, people who would miss him. The only person who would miss me is my Dad and even then-"

"You really think that?" His tone was incredulous." You really think no-one here would miss you?"

"You said it yourself" she threw at him "I dont belong here, like I never have anywhere."

"I said I was wrong. About that and about you being weak."

"Ive only been here six months" she said flatly, turning away. "Its not like anything here would change without me. They'd just bring in a new CMO like they did with Carson, and everything would go one functioning like always."

"Thats what you think?" He could feel himself getting angry now.

"Its what I know."

"Thats bull and you know it." He strode towards her. She turned,surprised. "If that was true,if no-one gave a damn then why would so many people have risked their lives to save you from that wraith virus?! Why would half of them nearly died trying to get you out? McKay, Sheppard, Zelenka?"

"You" it came so quietly, he nearly didnt hear it.

"Me" he said.

She looked abashed momentarily, then her expression changed again.

"And you dont think I feel terrible about that?" she replied angrily. "You dont think Im plagued with guilt everytime I think about it? About the risk they, you took? It wasnt worth it-"

"It was" Ronon glared "not a single one of us regrets it. And Id do it again. Id do worse to get to back."

"But why?" The question tugged at his heart, as if she couldnt understand why someone that didnt have to would care so much about her.

"Because." he said simply. "Youre one of us. I dont really know what us is, but I know youre part of it. And we, I look after our own."

He pulled her towards him. This time she came willingly, wrapping her arms around his middle, her head fitting neatly under his chin, her anger spent.

"Maybe some more than others." He said, inhaling the scent of her hair. "You wont see me doing this for McKay."

She laughed against him. To be honest it was more of a hiccup but it was a start.

It wasnt ok. And it wouldn't be for a long time. Something like this...you didnt just bounce back from. But he'd be there for those days.

"Ronon?"

"Mm?"

"I just yelled at my boss."

"Yeah."

"Oh...crap."

"Indeed."

That was little reference to Midway there-that awesome Ronon and Teal'c episode! Did they give those wraith a whoopin' or what?

So there you have it folks. All done. So whaddya think? Good? Bad? Retreat into a cave and never write a word again?

Thanks for reading! Doll, ;)