A/N: Haha, this one was fun. Enjoy! -pj

Disclaimer: Yeah. Right.

Day Fifty-Two

"Have you seen my red running shorts?" Remy called from the main room of her quarters, picking up and subsequently throwing aside piles of books and shoes and cast off blankets.

"You left them in my quarters," Ronon answered from the bathroom where he'd just finished his shower.

"What? When?"

"The last time we were there."

"Wait. As in two days ago?" Her voice raised an octave and a few decibels.

"Yeah." Ronon pulled on his pants and stepped to the doorway giving her a funny look, confused as to why she seemed to worked up.

Remy made a disgusted noise, throwing aside a pair of blue pumps in anger, "Well why didn't you say anything then,? I need them for my run later today with Scooter."

Ronon walked over to the bed to retrieve his shirt. "Why don't you do that kick-boxing thing you've been doing?"

"Because, Ronon, today is Wednesday. Wednesday, Friday and Sunday I run. You know that."

Ronon crossed his arms at her, "You're yelling."

"Damn right I'm yelling. I can't believe you were so inconsiderate, you could have said something. I need those shorts!" She snatched her com off her bedside table and stomped out the door. She'd made it all the way out into the hall, almost to the corner that led to the transporter, before she realized she was fuming…absolutely livid…over shorts.

She rolled her yes at herself and shook her head.

Damn PMS.

She did an about face to return to her quarters and ended up running directly into Ronon's chest. He reached out to steady her and then withdrew his hands from her arms quickly, as if worried she would bite his head off for that too.

Tears sprang unbidden to Remy's eyes and she bit her lip.

"I'm sorry. Ronon it's not your fault," she began, not realizing until it was too late, that she was rambling, "I forgot my stupid shorts in your quarters and it was unfair of me to think you would know my schedule when you have so many other things on your plate."

By the time she was finished she was just short of sobbing hysterically, which only served to further Ronon's confusion and concern. She stepped forward, folding herself up in his embrace and he automatically wrapped his arms around her.

"I-I'm sorry I y-yelled at you-u," she hiccupped, turning her face away from his chest so he could hear her.

The sheer absurdity of the situation finally got to him and his shoulders shook with the effort not to laugh. "It's alright," he said, kissing the top of her hair.

Remy stepped back. Wiping her eyes, she slapped him good-naturedly.

"Don't laugh. I'm hormonal."

Sidestepping that particular land-mine, Ronon slung his arm around her shoulders and pulled her close, guiding them both back into the crew barracks.

"C'mon, I'll walk you to my quarters and we'll get your running shorts."

Snuggling further into Ronon's side, Remy nodded, "sounds good."

TBC