This story I think may be a tad confusing. Here is some back history before I start chapter 2.

Kayla is Sam's niece. The Stargate wiki says that Sam has a brother with kids and this is his kid. She is adopted, although she doesn't know that. When she was 15 her parents were killed by a rouge Wraith and Sam is now raising her. She was introduced to the Stargate world when she was little and knows almost everything about it including about Atlantis. She had wanted to go for a while now but they just now gave her the clearance. She has grown up faster then most children and is very mature for her age. She's 20 now although she acts like she is 30. There are times when her little kid side shows, like when she is finally home. You will see more of that soon.

On to the story.

Kayla was taken to the infirmary for her post- gate travel checkup. Ronon had escorted her there and stayed until she was done, stating that it was required for all personnel when they first get to Atlantis. She griped and complained but she wasn't really mad. She looked into his eyes and had felt something for him. She wanted his friendship and she was determined to get it.

"Come with me. We have set up temporary quarters for you. They are close to Colonel Carter's so you will be comfy," he says in his gravely voice. She looked up at him and smiled softly.

"Thank you."

She followed Ronan to her room and reached her mind out to the door. It swung open with hardly a thought. She turned to ask Ronan to come in. He leaned on the door and told her that he had to stand guard at the door.

"Standard procedure for all people new to Atlantis," his gravely voice echoes down the corridor.

"But I'm not new to Atlantis." her voice is softer than his. "Or at least I don't feel like I am. I feel like I've lived here my whole life. I feel like I finally have a home."

He smiles. "The same thing happened to me. Atlantis is a home for people who never had one or who lost it. It is truly a wonderful place to be." She smiles back and shuts the door whispering, "Goodnight," through the door.

Midnight

Kayla steps through the door as it opens, looking to the left. Ronon stands there, leaning against the wall just as he had in the hours before.

"Would you like to come in?" she asks hesitantly. "I can't sleep and I could use the company."

"Very well." Ronon walks in and sits down on the couch.

"Are you hungry? I have some food in here. It's not much but I have popcorn!" She smiles and looks into his eyes.

"I would love some popcorn. Thank you."

Kayla walks into kitchenette to make the popcorn. "Feel free to search the DVD compartment. I asked Aunt Sam to organize all my DVD's last time I saw her."

"Wow!" Ronon calls out. "You have a video collection that is almost as large as John's."

"Thank you," she smiles at him. "I do so try." The horribly fake British accent made Ronon and her laugh.

They pop in the movie just as the popcorn is finished. Kayla grabs the popcorn and they settle into the couch.

2 hours later

"Wow, remind me to never let you pick the movie ever again. That was a horrible movie!" Kayla laughs as Ronon looks at her, a perturbed expression on his face. His face then slowly slips into a grin.

"So you plan on having this happen again?"

Kayla places a smile on her face. "Yes. I mean… I hope so… your decision." She laid everything out there.

"I would really like that," Ronon says softly. They get up and go towards the door.

"I had fun tonight." Ronon looks into her eyes. "So did I," Kayla says softly. She stands on her tippy toes and kisses his cheek softly. "See you tomorrow." She watches as he walks down the hallway. He turns back one last time and waves as a smile stretches across his face. She smiles back and watches as he retreats down the hall. She nods to the guard stationed outside and goes back into her room.

Kayla hears a beep signifying someone is at the door. She calls for them to come in, opening the door as she does.

"K! where are you?" Sam's voice rings through the little apartment.

"I'm in here Aunt Sam!" Kayla's voice calls from the bedroom. She slowly walks out, pulling her p.j. pants up as she comes out.

"What's up?"

"We need to talk, sweetheart."

Oooohh sounds ominous. Please read and review. They really do make my day.