Dr. Rodney McKay walked through the hallway, feeling dead and completely miserable. He had no idea why Mr. Woolsey had called an emergency meeting for all chief staff, and to be perfectly honest, nor did he care.
Rodney should have been used to the wake up calls in the middle of the night, since he had been getting them for the past 5 years on the Atlantis base.
Rodney heard fast approaching footsteps, and he closed his eyes.
"Hello, Ronon…" McKay said, not even looking at the giant Satedan to know that he was there.
"What's wrong with you?" Ronon questioned, his voice in the same monotone pattern it was always in.
"It's the middle of the night! Why does Mr. Woolsey have to see us now?" McKay whined.
"Stop complaining," Ronon stated bluntly.
"Hey, I can complain if I can…." Rodney retorted.
"Well, you can't. Plus, its about a security threat to the base…." Ronon stated.
Rodney's quickly snapped into reality as he turned to look at Ronon. "What? Really?" Rodney asked, slightly panicked.
Ronon froze at the door that led to Mr. Woolsey's office and shot Rodney a look.
"Took you long enough," he stated, before pushing the door open.
Ronon stepped in the room and his attention immediately went to the pair that sat on the opposite side of the table.
He saw Amanda, her red hair slightly unkempt. She had her gun out, her arm resting comfortably on the arm of the chair. She had a look on her face that Ronon couldn't quite describe.
It looked like she was incredibly angry, but at the same time she looked perfectly content with her situation. She looked disturbed, but amazed at the same time.
He followed her gaze to see the figure sitting next to her. It was the same man he had seen turn into an owl earlier that day….the same guy who had tried to harm Amanda. His Amanda.
Ronon quickly reacted drawing his gun.
"Ronon!" came the voice of John, from his seat next to Mr. Woolsey at the head of the table.
Ronon watched as Amanda slowly turned so she was facing him, and that's when Ronon noticed something fully different about her eyes.
It was as if she was seeing a ghost, or maybe even as if Ronon was a stranger to her. Like he had just pulled her away from her greatest dream ever.
"Amanda…did this guy hurt you?" Ronon asked, ignoring John's order to stand down as he continued to point his gun at the new stranger.
"No," Amanda replied, her voice seeming distant.
"Ronon…if you please…" Mr. Woolsey spoke up, motioning for Ronon to lower his weapon.
Ronon continued to stare at Amanda, but her face remained in the same motionless state that it had been in since he entered the room.
Slowly and Reluctantly he lowered his weapon, before taking a seat directly across from the new stranger.
Jareth turned to look at Ronon, an eerie smirk on his face.
He heard the doors close once more, and Ronon watched as Teyla took a seat on the other side of Jareth.
"Wait a minute. This guy is the reason I was called here?" Rodney asked, motioning over towards Jareth.
"What did we wake you from a good dream?" John asked, sarcastically.
Rodney stood up straight, a small smirk on his face. "Well, as a matter of fact I…"
"McKay!" John cut in.
Rodney closed his eyes and sighed, before sitting in-between John and Ronon.
"Thank you, Rodney…." Mr. Woolsey said, before turning to look at Jareth.
"I need to ask you a few questions," Mr. Woolsey stated.
"Ah, but will he answer?" Jareth questioned.
McKay furrowed his brows together in confusion. "Wait, what? What did he just say?" he asked, looking over at Ronon.
Ronon didn't reply, but kept his same cold stare focused on Jareth.
"He has the tendency to talk in third person," Amanda replied, sounding bored.
"Oh that's just great…" Rodney muttered.
"Who are you?" Mr. Woolsey asked.
Jareth allowed a small smile to cross his face. "I am the Goblin King," he replied.
"Oh no…not another Lord of the Rings fan…." Rodney said, closing his eyes with an exasperated sigh.
Amanda cocked her gun, pointing it at Jareth again. She turned to face Mr. Woolsey. "His name is Jareth…" she replied.
She turned back to look at Jareth. "And apparently he is some sort of a King," Amanda finished.
Jareth smiled. "My dear…I have already told you…I am the Goblin King…" Jareth said, reaching up and gently stroking Amanda's cheek.
"Don't touch her!" Ronon yelled standing up abruptly, causing McKay to jump slightly in his seat.
"Ronon!" Teyla warned.
Ronon looked back at Amanda, who once again slowly turned her gaze to meet Ronon's. Ronon began to twitch in slight frustration. Why was Amanda not resisting the touch? Why was she letting him getting away with him calling her 'dear'?
Ronon slowly returned to his seat, biting his lower lip in slight anger. He could even taste the slight bit of blood from biting it so hard. Had he not done so, he probably would have already hopped over the table and strangled Jareth to death.
"Where are you from?" Mr. Woolsey further questioned.
"Far away…" Jareth replied, looking down at the table.
Rodney sighed, before looking at Mr. Woolsey. "Look, with all due respect Mr. Woolsey…I don't think we are going to get much out of this guy. This is pointless…" Rodney stated.
While Rodney went on a ramble to both John and Mr. Woolsey, Ronon kept his glance on Jareth.
He watched as Jareth held his hands together, moving them in a circle-like pattern. After a few seconds, he opened his hands and a small glass ball was there. He turned to face Teyla, and held it out to her.
Teyla briefly glanced down at it, before narrowing her eyes slightly at him. Jareth clapped his hands together and the glass ball disappeared. He opened up his hands and a small pile of blue rose petals was there.
Jareth slowly turned to face Amanda, before opening his palm and blowing slighty so that the petals flowed all over her.
"Will you stop that!?" McKay asked, turning away from his conversation with John and Mr. Woolsey to look at Jareth. Teyla had wondered how Rodney had seen what was going on, when he wasn't even paying attention.
McKay turned back to look at Mr. Woolsey.
"Look, all of us here…minus the freak in the robe…"
"Speaking of which, nice bathrobe McKay…." John said, with a playful smile.
McKay glared at John slightly, before resuming his lecture.
"Minus the freak in the black robe with the leather gloves, and blonde spike hair….we all know a threat when we see one. Clearly a man who speaks in third person and creates strange fantasies about pony castles that are in a fairy land, is not one…." Rodney said, rolling his eyes.
"The wise man likes to ramble…" Jareth stated.
Rodney turned to face Jareth. "Hey! First of all…really? You think I'm….I'm that wise?" Rodney questioned, his expression going to a gleeful one.
"Oh yes, even better than some of the prophets I house…" Jareth stated.
"Okay, this just got weird again…" John said, looking at Mr. Woolsey.
"Sir, may I request holding him in the containment cell?" John asked, speaking up again.
"Granted," Mr. Woolsey responded, with a nod.
"I'll take him…" Amanda offered, before standing up.
She pressed her gun to Jareth's back. Jareth smiled at her over his shoulder, before looking over at Ronon with the same mysterious smirk he had earlier.
Amanda led him out of the room, Ronon trailing behind her.
"I don't think that's a good idea…" Ronon said, placing a hand on her shoulder.
"Why not? I got him to the office myself, I can take him down one or two levels…" Amanda said, turning to look at Ronon.
"Yea, how did you get him in the office? It doesn't look like the two of you fought? How did you even find him?" Ronon questioned.
"He was in my room," Amanda stated, before she could stop herself.
Ronon felt his blood beat in slight anger. He turned to look at Jareth. "What?" he asked, through clenched teeth.
"He was in my room," Amanda repeated, softer than she had said the first time.
Ronon slowly turned to face her. "What was he doing in there?" Ronon asked.
"I couldn't help it. She's just so beautiful. I was gazing upon my lovely Queen to be…" Jareth stated.
Ronon turned abruptly, taking a large stride towards Jareth.
"Hey!" Amanda yelled, cutting inbetween the two.
"I have a pretty good idea what you're thinking Ronon, and its not like that. I can't believe you could even let that thought cross you're mind. You stay here!" Amanda said, raising her voice slightly.
"Her power to order is so maginificent…" Jareth muttered, with a soft sigh.
"And you," Amanda said, turning to face Jareth. "You shut up!" she said.
She turned to look at Ronon, her gaze softening slightly. "I'll see you later," she said, before standing on her toes and kissing his cheek.
She turned back to Jareth, pressing her gun onto his back.
Ronon watched as Jareth gave him one final smirk, before he allowed Amanda to lead him down the hallway.