A/N: This chapter was inevitable. I thought about making it earlier, but decided not to. Hope you enjoy! -pj

Disclaimer: If I owned them, they wouldn't be getting cancelled.

Day Thirty-One

"And how long have you been seeing each other, again?" Scooter huffed, trying, as always, to keep the pace with Remy.

"A little over a month," she answered, only slightly out of breath. She held off continuing as they passed a group of scientists, "and nothing."

Scooter shrugged, "I don't get it. You're sure he's straight right?"

"Oh yeah. I'm sure," she grinned, in her minds eye remembering many evenings spent on the couch or the peir or the balcony with Ronon while they rounded second base with flying colors.

"Focus, Remy," Scooter snapped his fingers in front of her face and she blinked back to the present, "Maybe you should ask him," he gasped for air, "he'd be crazy not to be crazy about you."

Remy glanced at him suspiciously, "Why so nice all of a sudden? What about all that talk about 'forbidden fruit'?"

"I want you to be happy, Ace. And you've never taken my advice before, why would you start now?"

"True enough." Remy nodded.

Scooter shrugged, "To be honest, I'm kind of surprised you two weren't going at it after the first mission, that's always been your style."

"Ronon's different than other guys I…hey!" Remy reached over and punched him hard in the arm, knocking her running mate off balance, "You're practically my brother, what happened to defending my honor?"

He rubbed dramatically at his arm, "don't you have to have an honor to defend in the first place?" He grinned at her and took off full speed down the hall, an indignant Remy on his heels.

"You're so gonna pay for that you little rat!" She shouted, sprinting after him.

Scooter seemed to have stumbled across his second wind and stayed out ahead of Remy for three flights of stairs and two hallways before she caught him just outside one of the weight training rooms. She pulled up beside him and grabbed him around his neck, putting him down into a headlock while pulling one of his arms behind his back. Scooter used his other arm to reach behind, trying to find a weak point in Remy's stance, although the whole thing was made twice as difficult as they were both laughing hysterically.

"Ahem."

Both Remy and Scooter looked up to see Colonel John Sheppard staring at them, his hands on his hips, the look on his face a cross between amused and perplexed. Slightly behind him Ronon had his arms folded over his chest with his eyebrows raised.

Disentangling themselves from one another, they both stood up straight and made to salute.

John returned the gesture somewhat sloppily, "at ease and, um…carry on," he added with a smile, "see you later Ronon." He turned and walked away from the rest.

Remy's cheeks were red with embarrassment, just because she still felt twelve years old most of the time didn't mean she had to act like it! And in front of her CO and her Ronon no less.

Scooter, taking his queue to leave, bumped Remy slightly with his shoulder as he walked by, "maybe you're just sending the wrong signals."

Remy glared at him as he jogged away and then smiled when she realized Ronon was still watching her.

"Ready?" She asked as she started to jog in the opposite direction. She felt Ronon fall into step beside her.

"What was that all about?" he said, not sure if he was referring to the comment or what had preceded it.

Remy shrugged, "nothing." They ran for a while in silence, both lost in their own thoughts, before she spoke up again.

"Actually. You know what? Not nothing," she slowed to a stop.

Curious, Ronon did as well and turned to face her as they both caught their breath.

"I have a question."

Ronon waited.

"Why haven't we slept together?"

Ronon looked confused for a moment and then shrugged, "What about that night we watched The Godfather?"

She shook her head, smiling at his tendency to take things literally, "no. Not 'sleep' together like 'fall asleep watching a movie and wake up the next day horrified at the way your hair looks'. I mean sleep together sleep together."

Ronon paused and then, catching her meaning, he shifted on his feet, shoving his hands in his pockets, "Sheppard says Earth girls like to wait."

Remy couldn't help it, she laughed. "Sheppard? That's where you're getting your love advice?"

He shrugged.

Shaking her head and still smiling, Remy stepped forward, encroaching on his personal space.

"Did Sheppard tell you what this means?" Then she reached up, took a handful of Ronon's sweaty shirt and yanked down until his face was level with hers. Then she took her other hand and pressed it to the back of his head and pulled his lips to hers. Kissing him long and hard and hot and leaving no room for mistaking her intention.

When Ronon was allowed to pull back several seconds later his eyes had darkened several shades and his voice came out in a growl, "I don't need Sheppard to tell me that."

He bent to kiss her again, this time turning to push her roughly against the wall and she suppressed a squeal at the sudden movement. To both their surprise the 'wall' turned out to be a door and they stumbled forward into a darkened supply closet.

Remy thought the door shut again and grinned against Ronon's mouth when he showed his approval of the action with a low, vibrating sound that came deep from his throat. She closed her eyes and wrapped her legs around his waist, as he left off kissing her mouth and moved down to her neck.

When her shoulders started to shake he tore his lips and teeth away and looked up, only to find Remy's face red and biting her lip to keep from laughing out loud.

"What?" He asked, curious about her laughter and irritated at the interruption.

She shook her head, "never mind. Keep going."

"What is it?" Ronon asked again, starting to smile himself.

"Did Sheppard teach you this too?" she barely got out before dissolving in giggles.

Ronon growled to keep from laughing and descended on her lips again, determined to turn that infectious giggle into euphoric screams.

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Ronon settled down with his tray at the table Teyla and Sheppard. The two had been laughing about something one or the other had just said. They paused when Ronon joined them, and exchanged a look of interest.

"You look happy, Ronon," Teyla said in a voice Sheppard had often heard her use when trying to coax information out of shy townspeople.

Ronon glanced up at them, shrugged and continued eating. Sheppard watched him a moment longer.

"He doesn't look happy," he paused, "he looks…pleased. And amused with himself."

Teyla eyed the Satedan a little bit closer.

Sheppard smirked, "a girl. It's a girl isn't it?"

Ronon didn't answer, but that didn't stop John from speculating.

"You believe Ronon's good mood is caused by a woman?"

"Have you ever seen that look on someone's face before?"

Teyla paused and then nodded, "yes."

"And what has that person usually just finished doing?" John continued with the leading questions, his smiling eyes still watching as Ronon ate his food with unusual enthusiasm.

Suddenly Teyla's eyes widened, understanding dawning like a new day. She looked away to hide a surprisingly Sheppard-like smirk.

"So who's the lucky lady, big guy?" Sheppard balled up his napkin and dropped it on his tray, leaning his crossed arms on the top, "It's Remy isn't it?"

Ronon, having finished, pushed aside his own tray and looked up, meeting Sheppard's inquisitive, slightly teasing look squarely.

Sheppard looked taken aback. "I'm right? Really?"

"Yeah," and then he added at John's surprised expression, "what?"

"Nothing, just after the other day I thought…" Sheppard shook his head, "nothing." He looked at Ronon for several more seconds and then nodded, "I'm happy for you Ronon. If she makes you happy, then I'm happy."

"As am I." Teyla added, "when do you see her again?"

Ronon smiled and gathered his tray, standing to leave the table, "Now."

"Where is she?" Sheppard asked as his friend started to walk away.

"Don't know," He called back, not turning around.

"What if she's busy?"

"Don't care."

Sheppard smiled and shook his head. He had no doubts the Satedan would find what he was after.

"Ronon and Remy, huh?"

"It appears so."

He nodded, looking back up to where the man had disappeared through the doors, "has a nice ring to it, don't you think?"

"Yes. It has."

TBC