As long as the chapters are so short I'll keep posting two at a time.
Disclaimer: Don't own SGA, the characters, etc.
"So. You and Teyla?" Ronon asks over his beer as they watch the waves.
John swallows his drink. "What?"
Ronon shrugs. "C'mon, I figured that the two of you would've hooked up by now." John doesn't say anything but Ronon doesn't second guess himself.
Even when John says, "Maybe we're close because we're a team. But that's it."
He doesn't buy it. "Really. That's it."
"Sorry to disappoint you."
"Heard that you were the one who helped her get clean."
"I guess."
"Must've been hard." Ronon crushes his can with one hand. "And a few years ago, heard you guys almost bit it."
"You could say that, pretty close call."
"Sometimes situations like that—"
"Drop it." John takes his sunglasses off and stands, grabbing his board. "Whatever you think that you know, you don't."
"Okay." Ronon tosses his can and they watch as it arcs into the plastic trash bin by the beach access. "Let's surf."