A/N: I can't go back and change chapter one without reloading it and, I'm pretty sure, re-alerting everyone of it's postedness, so I'm giving notice here: Chapter one is now titled 'Day One'. Sorry about that. Thank you if you're still reading, and hit me with a review if you feel so inclined.

Disclaimer: They all belong to Sci Fi, except Remy and Scooter. They're mine.

Day Two

Ronon felt the eyes on him long before a voice ever accompanied them, but he didn't acknowledge their owner. If they were content to watch, he was content to let them. He did not often get the gym to himself, so when he did he liked to use the time for exercises, a sequence of stretches and battle ready positions that had been drilled into his brain while he was in basic training. They served to center him more than meditating with Teyla ever had, and found that the stretches improved the pain from the bruises he so often seemed to aquire off world.

When he was finished, he bowed out of habit and dismissed himself to get water. It was then that the eyes from the shadows stepped forward.

"It's like a dance."

Ironically, it was the very cause of his need to center, the girl from the mission.

"It's called Santei," he finally set aside his water and looked at her, she was wearing a pair of red running shorts and a white tank top, her hair in much the same pony-tail it had been when they went off-world.

"Teach me?" She stepped forward onto the mat, her request made without intimidation, but also without hesitation or embarrassment. He expected the first one because it seemed to be what everyone showed when he was in the room, especially new arrivals from the Deadalus whom Sheppard and the more seasoned marines liked to call 'Dead-headers'.

But the second two he had grown accustomed to after spending so much time with Jennifer. There were still times when she would blush just because he was around, or stumble over her words when talking to him. It wasn't that he liked Remy's approach better, it was just…different.

He looked at her appraisingly for a moment and Remy stood without flinching, looking him squarely in the face while she waited for him to finish.

"Okay," He threw aside his towel and stepped forward, "put your legs shoulder length apart and bend your knees." Remy did. "Now step forward a little with your right leg."

She did that as well and then balled her hands into fists as instructed.

"This is called Seinsa. It's the ready stance. All the other positions originate from his stance."

Remy nodded.

"You ready?"

"For what?" Remy looked up at him. Without warning Ronon stepped forward ands shoved her shoulders, hard. She stumbled back several steps, her face turning red with indignation.

"What did you dot that for?"

"Absorb the impact, don't fight it," Ronon told her, ignoring the question, "Go back to Seinsa."

After a moment Remy did, and then he repeated the whole thing, she did better the second time, but still stumbled. Then they moved on to Sein, Seani and finally Seiran. Each stance required more balance and strength to hold under challenge and Remy often ended up in a butt to floor position.They did this over and over until she got so frustrated with literally being pushed around that she lashed out at him. He hadn't really anticipated the attack but managed to get his feet under him quickly, blocking her fist with his left hand, stepping to one side and letting her momentum drive her to the floor.

With a huff she jumped back onto her feet, quicker than Ronon expected with the weight of her fall, and then came back at him. Again, he read her body language, ducked and swept his legs under hers. She jumped and swung back around. Ronon caught her hand and twisted around so that, instead of hitting him, she hit the mat-covered wall.

She stayed there for a moment and then turned, leaning against the wall while she rested her hands on her knees, breathing hard.

Ronon put his hands on his hips and tilted his head to one side, he was sure there had been no malice in the attack, and certainly no danger. But the fact that she'd made it at all was...different.

"Feel better?"

"Not yet," Remy grumbled, glancing at him from beneathe her bangs.

"You should never let your emotions get the better of you they-"

"-cloud your judgment," Remy finished, standing a little straighter, "yeah yeah. I know. I've always had trouble with that."

She noticed Ronon looking at her curiously and she smiled slightly and held up two fingers.

"Two older brothers. Both were black belts in karate. They tried to teach me."

"Tried."

Her grin widened, "the only thing I ever really learned was how to take a hit and get back up again."

In a flash she was off the wall, running at him again and Ronon was both surprised at her resilience and amused at her seemingly unbreakable spirit. Again he anticipated and countered her move and she was hard pressed to avoid landing on her tailbone once more. In a last, desperate move, she ducked under her arm and swung all her weight to one side, slamming her body into Ronon's stomach and sending them both careening to the floor.

A few seconds later, Ronon was a little taken aback to find himself looking up at the ceiling and feeling a weight pressed to his pained chest.

He lifted his head off the mat and stared at Remy, who looked just as winded from her little stunt as he.

"That move will get you killed in battle."

She shrugged one shoulder, her eyes roaming over his face for a long moment before answering, "if I'm ever fighting somebody like you I have a feeling I'll be dead either way."

"Not if I have anything to say about it."

"Oh? and what have you got to say?" the corner of Remy's mouth started to kick up and her brown eyes sparkled. She smiled a smile he was pretty sure he hadn't seen on her before. It wasn't teasing, it wasn't cocky it was just...a smile. He became aware of her warm breath calling on his collar bone and realized how close they really were. Inches close. Ronon's own eyes betrayed him, as they dropped more than once to her parted lips, the man in him becoming more and more aware of the fact that she way laying on top of him.

Remy's pulse was pounding, her screaming that this was another one of her poorly thought out, likely to get her in a hell of a lot of trouble, ideas. Ronon had never been one to think before he acted anyway. He'd never had time and, as far as he was concerned, this was no exception. Bringing his hands up to cradle her head he moved his face until it was mere breaths from hers. He waited.

Remy didn't hesitate. She didn't know how. The smile fell off her lips and leaned down to kiss him.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, when she pulled back a few moments later. She took a deep breath the decidedly chaste kiss had only made her heart pound harder.

"For what?" Ronon was slightly distracted by a tingly feeling on his lips and licked them to see if he could make it stop.

"For that. I probably shouldn't have."

"Why not?" He asked, sounding a little perplexed.

She shrugged and slid off of his chest to sit beside him on the floor.

"I don't know. It's probably against the rules."

Ronon turned his head to look at her, "you guys have too many rules."

"You're telling me." She pursed her lips and then shifted them to one side thoughtfully. "I'd ask you if you wanted to go get something to eat but I probably shouldn't do that either."

"Why not? Aren't you hungry?" He probbed himself up on his elbows.

"Well yeah. But…it probably wouldn't look good."

"So?"

Remy raised an eyebrow, and looked at him critically, "you're one of those – close your eyes, grit your teeth and hope for the best – kind of guys, aren't you?"

Ronon got to his feet and held out his hand to help Remy up as well, "no. I'm a – stun anyone who doesn't like it – kind of guy." He finished with a mischevious grin which Remy returned.

"Then lets go eat," she turned to lead the way out of the gym, "I've got to get my hands on one of those blasters."

Ronon followed her, shaking his head and laughing, "never gonna happen."

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"So, are all of your missions like the one we went on yesterday?" Remy asked. She pulled a piece off her bread and glanced down at the stitches on her right forearm.

"Na," He shook his head, "only the fun ones."

Remy was quiet for a moment before nodding, "Cool."

Ronon was surprised by her answer, and looked at her.

"What?"

"You're different from most Earth women."

Remy raised an eyebrow, pushing aside her empty tray, "maybe I'm just different from most Earth girls you've known."

Ronon nodded, agreeing.

"Or, maybe those girls were different from most Earth girls and I'm just like the rest of us back home."

Ronon gave her a puzzled look, "maybe."

She shrugged, "or maybe…you're right."

Ronon smiled and shook his head, which he seemed to do a lot around Remy. He returned to his meatloaf, "so, you're a pilot. Like Sheppard."

She snorted, glancing around and realizing that, although the mess was not very full, their table seemed to have attracted a lot of attention. "Not as much as I'd like to be, but more than most of my COs have appreciated."

"What does that mean?"

She sighed, "it means the Colonel is arguably the best pilot I've ever had the privilege of sharing the same base with, but to become that good," she decided to ignore the curious looks and went back to watching Ronon eat, which was really quite facinating if she thought about it. "you have an aversion to green?"

Ronon looked up and saw Remy looking pointedly at his tray, where he'd partitioned his peas and green beans from his diced carrots, and removed the cucumbers from his salad. He shrugged and continued eating, "what do you have to do to become that good?"

Remy frowned, trying to recall what she'd been saying before, "oh. Well, it's just that sometimes you have to break the rules. Disobey orders," she shrugged again, as if the situation could not be helped, "The USAF doesn't really look kindly on that kind of thing."

"But they let you come here," he pointed out.

This time Remy's smile was one he recognized, "that's because, next to the Colonel, I'm the best pilot on this base. The IOA already knows it and as soon as I can get into those puddle jumpers, so will everyone else."

TBC