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 and hopefully a pairing you will all love.
Pairings : Ronon Dex/Orla Grant more later
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 *hugs*.
A/N There are words are Scottish included for Carson, thanks mum.
nae = no
mare = more
didnae = didn't
winnae = will not
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"Unscheduled off world activation," Chuck the head technician in Atlantis's gate room loudly announced.
"Who is it?" Woolsey asked leaving his office approaching the technician.
"Colonel Sheppard's IDC, sir," Chuck replied with a smile.
"Medical team to the gate room," Woolsey ordered activating his radio.
Chuck looked confused at the expedition leader.
"They missed their appointed check-in time and this is SGA-1," Woolsey said aloud.
Chuck nodded understanding the team's reputation.
The Stargate whooshed into life and the water like substance held within the ring of the Stargate shot forward and back into itself. Moments later SGA-1 stepped through the gate, Ronon carrying a weary Orla in his arms.
Woolsey ran down to meet the team. His jaw dropped at the sight of SGA-1. They were beyond muddy, they were covered in the stuff. As he slowly came closer to the team he noticed their clothes were torn and they looked battered.
"What the…what happened, Colonel? You missed your check-in time, Major Lorne's team came back from their mission and they're getting re-supplied to go and look for you," Woolsey ranted.
"It's a long story, Mr. Woolsey, right now my team needs to get some rest and food, sir," Sheppard responded.
Orla started to wriggle in Ronon's arms suddenly aware he seemed to have forgotten to put her down, his arms held her tighter making it obvious he knew full well she was in his arms. He had just chosen not to put her down.
"Right, where's the emergency? Bloody hell! What the hell's going on here then? " Carson said bursting into view.
"That's what I'm waiting to know also, Doctor," Woolsey smiled.
"We got to "Planet Mud" sorry P3X-665M, it was… muddy. After a few accidents, the mud had gotten worse than when we'd been before. We, or specifically Ronon and Orla, were caught in a landslide. We spent the rest of our time rescuing them and getting back, sir," Sheppard explained.
"Oh my god, a landslide! Right, what injuries do you have? Ronon your carrying Orla is she badly hurt?" Carson's medical training kicking in.
"It's mostly muscle damage I think, Doc, she's mostly exhausted," Ronon said gripping the scientist closer to him.
"Okay, then if there are nae broken bones… head injuries or open wounds then you can all use the locker room showers. I am nae having all that mud trailed through my infirmary. I'm pretty sure that Mr. Woolsey winnae want you going to your quarters trailing that muck either. I'll have fresh scrubs sent to the locker rooms for you to change into then I want you ALL in the infirmary," Carson ordered and promptly turned and headed for the infirmary.
Sheppard's team headed to the changing rooms, Ronon finally letting go of Orla.
"You want me to come help?" Ronon smirked.
"I don't think Teyla would appreciate your appearance and I prefer the sight of you naked kept purely for me," she grinned.
Ronon growled, put his hand onto Orla's face and told her gruffly "Good, I don't like sharing what's mine either."
He turned Orla around and gently pushed her forward. "Go, little one," he didn't want to leave her but knew she was right. Teyla would probably beat him black and blue with her bantos rods for walking in on her showering, despite the good intentions.
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One by one they started arriving in the infirmary for their post mission check ups.
Rodney McKay was first, demanding a full check up of his blood and any bacteria that could live on skin.
Carson patiently nodded and checked him for any cuts and bruises. Carson announced to Rodney that he was fine just a few bruises but he could stay if he wanted until a full work up had been made on the mud.
Next was Colonel Sheppard, tired and sore but mostly bruised. Carson agreed and offered the Colonel a bed until the results were known, he refused and left to change into real clothes.
Teyla and Orla were next, both arriving together as Teyla had helped Orla to get cleaned. With the injuries to her arms it made it difficult to wash her hair.
Teyla had bruising and a few minor cuts. Carson offered her a bed for a few hours but like John she was eager to return to her quarters.
Orla had pulled muscles and damaged tendons in her upper arms and shoulders. It'd be painful for a while but with pain killers not too serious. She was covered in minor cuts and bruising. Carson noticed she was developing very nasty purple bruises about her wrists and asked her if she knew what had happened.
"Its fine, Dr. Beckett, Ronon had to help me a lot and he held onto me by my wrists, I guess I bruise easily," Orla quietly explained.
"If he hadn't you'd probably be dead," Rodney interjected absently picking at the fluff on his blanket.
Carson looked at Orla understanding that it was bruising that couldn't have been avoided.
"How do you feel lass?" Carson asked.
"Numb… tired… unfit?" Orla smiled, pick any, they all work.
"Okay, lass, I'm gonna keep you in overnight for observation, you might need some mare pain killers later when all the bruising comes out. I want to make sure you didnae get any nasty germs from the landslide too," Carson told Orla while directing her to an empty bed in a secluded part of the infirmary.
"Nice," Rodney pouted, "why does she get the nice bed and I get this uncomfortable one?" he continued to moan.
"Because, Rodney, Dr. Grant's staying over night here and you're not, "Carson replied shaking his head at Rodney.
By far, Ronon was the longest getting cleaned up, his deadlocks taking ages to clean, again.
"Ronon, come sit down lad," Carson beckoned.
"How's Orla, Doc?" Ronon demanded.
"She's okay; she has some muscle and tendon damage to her upper arms and shoulders. She is quite badly bruised but… to be expected. I'm keeping her, and you, overnight. I want to make sure that there are nae bacteria from the landslide that will cause problems later. I want no argument either, Ronon, you're staying, both of you and that's an order." Carson answered.
"So lad, can I check you out?" Carson argued.
"I'm fine," Ronon stated trying to find Orla.
"Hold on, son, no your bloody not, you were in a landslide," Carson firmly protested at his most difficult patient.
"Doc, I'm fine," Ronon hissed.
"Aye, you and the bloody Black Knight, son," Carson tisked.
"Black Knight? What's that?" Ronon asked looking confused.
"Ask Dr. Biro for the DVD, son, it's a film by Monty Python and if it hadn't been made when it had, I would've sworn it'd been made after someone had met you and Colonel Sheppard. It's a comedy about a knight whose so bloody minded that despite having his arms and legs cut off he says he's fine, it's a flesh wound," Carson chuckled at Ronon. "No offence lad, but you would say your fine even if your arm fell off," Beckett grinned.
Ronon laughed which made Beckett jump, it was a rare noise.
"Have to borrow that DVD, Doc," Ronon smiled.
After checking Ronon over Beckett decided he was okay, minor cuts and some muscle strain but the way Ronon healed, he didn't see a problem. Beckett then tried to settle the Satedan for the night next to Orla.
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Colonel John Sheppard walked into the infirmary to get reports on his team, reasonably confident that Beckett would keep Ronon and Orla over night after what they'd been through.
"Carson, how's my team doing?" Sheppard asked.
Carson explained everyone's state of health and explained that whilst the mud itself had no bacteria that ought to be a problem he was going to keep Ronon and Orla overnight, who knew what had been in the water and filth.
Normally if members of Sheppard's team were injured they would stay but they all knew that Ronon would want to be alone with Orla.
Dr. Carson Beckett started explaining to Colonel Sheppard he may have a giant Satedan exposed to Monty Python soon, Sheppard had groaned with the idea. "Good job it's not the TV show," Sheppard said gratefully. "Can you imaging Ronon and The Ministry of Silly Walks?" Sheppard looked at Beckett and they burst into laughter at the idea of Ronon walking down Atlantis like John Cleese.
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Ronon pushed back the blankets of his bed and slipped out of it. He walked the short distance to Orla's bed.
She was asleep, Carson had given her some of his good drugs to help with the muscle pain she'd been in, it also made her sleep.
Ronon looked at Orla; she was nearly as pale as the scrubs she wore. The bruising was starting to appear, he winced at the sight of her wrists despite knowing he'd only held her so tight to keep her safe.
Ronon pulled at the blankets covering Orla and gently slid in beside her. Orla moaned at the movement then quieted under Ronon's hushed reassuring words. As they settled Ronon finally relaxed, they were home, she was safe. He kissed the top of her sleeping head and whispered, "I love you."
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The Colonel and the doctor headed towards the two beds occupied in the "over night" wing and saw a bed empty… Ronon's bed.
"So help me Colonel, that lad canna stay in one place," Carson ranted.
John put his arm on Beckett's shoulder and pulled him to one side.
"Doc, look. He's with Orla; I know he should technically be in his own bed, but Ronon's fallen big time for her. That's rare, Doc, with Ronon, believe me. He's also a bit jittery at the moment though he'd never tell you. He nearly lost her in that landslide; I think he needs to be close to her at the moment." John shuddered himself at the memory.
"You want him to stay all night, let him be. He will stay if Orla's here. Besides Your choice, Doc, you want to spend all night fighting with the big guy to get back into his bed?" Sheppard asked.
"Not really," Carson said resigned to the fact he knew Sheppard was right.
"Night, Doc," Sheppard threw over his shoulder as he headed over to Rodney's bed to say good night.
"Good night, Colonel," Carson replied.
Carson walked over to Orla's bed seeing the Satedan wrapped around her small form.
Carson gathered the privacy curtains and drew them about the couple. He went to the lamp at the bedside and went to switch it off when Ronon lifted his head.
"Doc?" Ronon quietly mumbled.
Carson put his hand on the Runners arm, squeezed it gently mindful of his injuries and told him to go back to sleep.
"Thanks, Doc," Carson turned to see Ronon curl around Orla keeping her safe, keeping her close.
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