Disclaimer : I do not own Stargate Atlantis nor am I making a profit from this story, I do own Dr. Orla Grant though.

Rating : M for sexual content

Plot : Off World, Mud, mild whumpage (I'm new) and hopefully a pairing you will all love.

Pairings : Ronon Dex/Orla Grant

Spoilers : Set in Season 5 but I had changed a few things, Ronon has Season 4 hair NOT that wig, Teyla has not had her baby (hurry up John), Laura Cadman is now stationed on Atlantis and Carson Beckett is the CMO, I love him sorry.

A Massive thank you to bailey1ak for you patience and guidance your a star.

Please read enjoy and review please. Do you want more or ......

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Sheppard, Orla and Teyla slowly approached Ronon and Rodney understanding why Rodney hadn't wanted to check out the irritated large man.

Orla decided she better step in. "Ronon, calm down please. I'm sure it was an accident and Dr. McKay is sorry". She called out to him hoping to soothe his temper.

Ronon looked at Orla and felt a little calmer. Though glancing back at Rodney had him snarling once more.

Once Orla reached Ronon's side she reached for him. "Ronon can you bend down a bit please?" she asked.

Taking the wet cloths from her TAC vest she cleaned his head noticing he was going to be bruised but the bleeding had been minor and had stopped. It was more a graze that would hurt like hell rather than a deep cut.

"You won't need stitches or a bandage, but it's going to be sore as hell for a bit. Do you want some painkillers?" Orla offered.

Ronon quieted at Orla's gentle touch. He decided that for his reputation it was a good thing she usually stayed on Atlantis.

"No thanks, I'm fine. Really little one," he said smiling at her beautiful upturned face and placed a gentle kiss on her lips.

"Wow, you are a good influence on Chewie," Sheppard grinned.

Ronon glowered at his commanding officer.

"Oh yes," Rodney muttered, "Pity you can't learn that kind of control Ronon when she's not here. He bullies me you know." He continued to say.

"I DO not bully you McKay, if I did, you'd know about it. Talking of bullying what about you, huh? You're always shouting at Orla and the others" Ronon argued.

"Okay, Okay that's enough." Sheppard wearily shouted. "In case anyone has forgotten we have a mission to do," Sheppard shook his head, today was going to be hell, no amend that he thought. Today is hell.

The team started back toward the ruins in silence. Ronon offered Orla his hand to steady herself though she seemed to be coping better than everyone else.

"So, how come you're coping so well here? Not that I want to see you fall over." He asked genuinely looking puzzled.

"Ah well Glastonbury trains the body and mind to be one with mud, grasshopper," she answered.

"What?" Ronon was sure she was spending too much time around Sheppard.

With that Orla laughed and explained the rituals of music festivals and muddy fields though he couldn't understand she'd actually paid to sleep in mud. Now he knew people from Earth were insane.

After they'd walked for forty minutes Rodney begged Sheppard to stop and in truth Orla was grateful too.

"Okay folks, fifteen minute break. Grab some water and a power bar." Sheppard instructed.

"Hang on a minute Sheppard, so how come when we have Conan's girlfriend here we get fifteen minutes? When it's just me five minutes, I am more important you know," Rodney whined.

"Okay Meredith, are you aware the rumbling snarling noise you hear is Ronon? "Sheppard asked.

"I am now," Mackay yelped.

"Good. Now, Orla goes off world infrequently and isn't used to hiking, so, the polite thing to do is allow her to rest periodically. Especially when she is protected by the big guy. Now if you want to argue the point further with Chewie, fine. But be aware, McKay, Teyla hasn't forgiven you yet, so the likelihood she'll stop Ronon from beating you to death with your own limbs is pretty low." Sheppard said in a low voice.

Teyla turned to Ronon and glared, "Ronon do not frighten Rodney further please. He seems more of a danger in mud and I do not wish to be covered in any more."

Ronon just smiled "No promises," he chuckled.

Ronon turned to look at Orla, he knew she was getting tired. "You okay, little one?" he asked bringing his hand to her nape and gently rubbing lazy circles there with his thumb.

"I'm fine, Ronon, just a bit tired. Too used to being on Atlantis all day" she replied.

Ronon looked about at the mud knowing that it was deeper than when they first arrived it was hard work, she hadn't said anything.

"You want to sit down?" he murmured gently, stroking her face.

"There seems to be a lack of seats, Ronon, so I guess standing will have to do" she laughed.

"If you could, would you sit?" he persisted.

"Yes if truth be known. But I can't so I'm not going to worry about it, Ronon" she said as she buried her face into his chest.

Ronon gently pushed Orla back against the tree much to her surprise and disappointment. Suddenly the huge man threw himself into a sitting position in the mud grabbed her arm and yanked her onto his lap. "Now you have a seat," he said looking into her shocked face.

"Ronon are you mad?" Orla yelled.

"Yes," shouted his team mates looking at the Runner who had obviously just lost his mind.

As Sheppard and Teyla started to laugh at the site of Ronon's slighted expression, McKay tapped Colonel Sheppard on the shoulder.

"Laugh it up fly boy, whose gonna get the mammoth mostly likely wedged into mud up again? Don't look at me, I have a bad back, ask Carson." Rodney barked.

"Damn it, Chewie!" Sheppard yelled.

TBC

A/N - Glastonbury is the biggest festival of music and performing arts in the world, 170,000 people spend the weekend in 900 acres of field to experience it, it always rains.