Finally a long chapter! Hope you like it! I…took some liberties with Ronon's backstory. (I'm back to updating quickly again, by the way.)

"So…this is your favorite movie?" he asked with a frown as soon as the last shot panned out and faded to black. Before they had started watching it, she gave him a basic plot summary: it was a film made in the early 1950's about the late 1920's and the advent of the "talking picture." Emma told him that it was considered a classic and one of the best films ever made. He found it a bit boring.

"Yeah," she nodded in reply, stretching her arms out a bit.

"Why?" he asked bluntly.

"I know, not exactly your type of film," she laughed quietly, "I didn't really expect you to enjoy it," she admitted, glancing over at him.

"It's no Jaws," he smirked.

"No. Definitely not," she laughed, "It's not exactly a movie you have to love for the plot," she reasoned, "The plot is decent at best, but the way it's revealed is why I love it. And I think the music is wonderful," she smiled, "especially the title number. Haven't you ever been so happy that nothing could get you down and you could just sing in the rain not caring that you were soaking from head to toe?" she asked, more passionately than she had intended. If there had been more light in the room, she was sure he would have been able to see her cheeks flush.

Something flickered across his deep-set eyes. In one swift second, his features softened. And then they returned to normal. "Sing?" he reiterated.

"Ok, maybe not sing," she conceded, "but you know what I mean."

"I guess, yeah," he agreed.

"That's why I love it," she shrugged, "If I'm ever feeling sad, all I have to do is think of that sequence and I suddenly feel a little bit better. Because even in the rain, you can still find happiness," she finished quietly, looking down at her hands in her lap. She could feel him staring at her. It was silent for a moment except for the white noise of the television in the background. "Can I ask you something?" she enquired quietly.

"What?" he replied gruffly.

"When you leant me your coat that day we went to the mainland, I…I found the photograph in the pocket," she confessed, still looking at her hands, "Who was she?" she asked timidly.

She looked up at him and his entire body seemed to have gone rigid and frozen.

Shit, she thought. "I—I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked," she said quickly.

"Her name was Melena," he spoke, cutting her off. She stopped talking. He started tightening his leather wrist guards.

"Melena?" she repeated softly.

"Melena Dex," he stated, clenching his teeth.

She looked at him with wide eyes, silently begging for more details, for him to open up more to her.

"I was twenty when the Wraith attacked," he started, "Melena and I had known each other for a few years…she was twenty one." He hesitated. "One day, a few weeks before the initial attacks, I asked her to marry me," he revealed. She saw tears beginning to form in his eyes, but knew that the proud Satedan warrior would never allow one to fall.

"Why?" she prodded gently and cautiously.

"A number of reasons," he responded, taking a deep steadying breath in, "I loved her." He paused. "I still love her. Always will," his voice cracked, "I uh…I also had gotten her pregnant." Her eyes widened and she took in a sharp breath. "We eloped just two days before the Wraith arrived. We knew they were coming. I wanted to marry her before," he swallowed and took a long time to finish his sentence. It was as if the words would not form in his mouth. "Before we were killed," he finally finished. She saw the strain he was placing on himself not to cry, his jaw tense as he tried to control his emotions. "Hardly anyone knew about it…about the pregnancy and the marriage," he said, now just looking down into his lap, tapping his fingers on his leg. "You're the first person I've told," he quietly confessed.

She stared at him for a long time, stunned to see this side of him. Her heart ached for him. She slid closer to him on the couch, traversing the awkward distance they had maintained between themselves during the movie until their bodies touched. He looked down at her questioningly. She reached across his lap and took his large hand in hers, then laid her head against his shoulder. "I'm sorry," she whispered.

He wrapped his arm around her hip and pulled her closer to him.

"We can speak in here, Rodney," Teyla hissed in a low voice, warning him to keep his mouth shut until they were out of hearing range of any ears wandering the night corridors. She slid her hand over the control crystals and the door opened with a quiet swoosh. They took two steps forward, then stopped dead in their tracks. Ronon and Dr. Rogers were asleep on the sofa in front of the television. Ronon was in a slumped seated position in the corner of the couch, his arm around the young doctor's waist. Dr. Rogers was curled up on the couch with her legs pulled in tightly, resting her head on Ronon's broad chest. She held one of his hands in hers. Teyla smiled and backed out of the room. McKay gave them a confused last glance and followed her lead.

Ronon woke with a start and quickly scanned the whole dark room. His grip on Emma tightened. No one was there except for them.

"What is it?" she asked quietly, looking up into his face from his chest.

"Thought I heard the door," he replied in a voice that echoed in his chest, still holding her tightly.

Emma looked down at her timepiece on her left wrist. "I should go back to my room," she yawned.

"I'll walk you," Ronon stated, straightening his body. Together they stood up and Emma ejected the movie from the television. At first in the corridor, they walked apart from one another, but soon Ronon pulled her to him and snaked his arm around her waist. She reciprocated and did the same, smiling to herself. They stopped in silence in front of her quarters. She fiddled with the edges of the DVD box as he stared at her with his hazel eyes. He placed two hands on her hips, pulled her body to his and brought his lips down to hers. She dropped the movie and wrapped her arms around his neck, standing on the tips of her toes to reach him. With every minute, the kiss deepened and she released more and more control, losing herself against him. She felt something like an electric shock surge through her chest as his warm tongue touched her lips and her tongue. His hold on her hips turned into a full embrace around her lower back as he drew her in even closer. Their chests were pressed against one another, rising and falling in slow rhythm. She felt her head clouding and her knees weakening. His hand, accidentally she thought, slipped slightly up the back of her shirt. The warmth of his skin was a stark contrast to the perpetual coldness of hers, making her open her eyes and take a breath. Ronon pulled away and loosened his grip on her. She fell back onto the flats of her feet, looking up at him in the moonlight. Ask him to come in. Ask him to come in, her head screamed.

They stared at one another for a moment and Ronon moved his hand to the side of her neck, gently touching her cheek. "Good night, Emma," he spoke lowly. He let go of her and bent down to pick up the movie she had dropped. She followed his every movement with her eyes.

"Do you—" she started.

"Yes," he answered without pause, "But…I have that early mission tomorrow," he said calmly, handing her the movie.

"Rain check," she laughed quietly to herself, looking down at the cover of the film.

"What?" he asked with a furrowed brow.

"Never mind," she smiled, looking back up at him, "Good night Ronon." She stood on her tiptoes again and softly kissed his cheek, then ran her hand along the control crystals and walked backwards into her room.

A/N: I own no part of Singin' in the Rain. Can never be too cautious.

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