SGA Fic: O in Ronon
Title: O in Ronon
Rating: PG
Words: 255
Genre: Gen, Humor
Characters: Ronon, John, Rodney, Teyla
Disclaimer: I don't own SGA.
Summary: Ronon couldn’t help but overhear the bickering coming from his teammates.
O in Ronon
Ronon strode down Atlantis’ majestic hallways to his final destination. Food. He was starved after giving a beating to a bunch of Marines.
Having made the turn into the commissary, Ronon stood in line and piled his tray full of a variety of different foods. Heading towards his usual table, Ronon couldn’t help but overhear the bickering coming from his teammates.
“I’m right.”
“Don’t think so.”
“I know I’m right McKay.”
“Yeah right, coming from the guy that didn’t get into MENSA.”
Taking a seat next to Sheppard, Ronon shot Teyla a questioning look as he took a bite of his meat.
“John and Rodney wish to enquire as to how to spell your given name,” Teyla answered.
“Yeah buddy. So what is it? A, I, or O?”
“Why?”
Rodney pondered, “Huh. I never thought of that, but I suppose that people have been spelling their children’s names with a ‘Y’ since the beginning of the 19th century, on Earth anyway…”
“McKay. Enough,” Bellowed Ronon, halting Rodney’s prattling, “I meant ‘Why,’ as in ‘Why do you care’?”
"Sheppard had some newbie spell his name wrong on a mission report,” Rodney declared, “They added some extra letters. Sheppard the Shepherd. It has a nice ring to it. But anyway, that’s how it came up, so?”
“O-N.”
“Ha. I knew it,” Sheppard smirked at McKay.
“Yeah. Yeah. Eat it up Sheppard.”
Ronon shook his head continuing to eat his meal. He had the strangest friends, but he loved them anyway.
“You sure it’s not with an ‘A’ caveman...”
Rating: PG
Words: 255
Genre: Gen, Humor
Characters: Ronon, John, Rodney, Teyla
Disclaimer: I don't own SGA.
Summary: Ronon couldn’t help but overhear the bickering coming from his teammates.
O in Ronon
Ronon strode down Atlantis’ majestic hallways to his final destination. Food. He was starved after giving a beating to a bunch of Marines.
Having made the turn into the commissary, Ronon stood in line and piled his tray full of a variety of different foods. Heading towards his usual table, Ronon couldn’t help but overhear the bickering coming from his teammates.
“I’m right.”
“Don’t think so.”
“I know I’m right McKay.”
“Yeah right, coming from the guy that didn’t get into MENSA.”
Taking a seat next to Sheppard, Ronon shot Teyla a questioning look as he took a bite of his meat.
“John and Rodney wish to enquire as to how to spell your given name,” Teyla answered.
“Yeah buddy. So what is it? A, I, or O?”
“Why?”
Rodney pondered, “Huh. I never thought of that, but I suppose that people have been spelling their children’s names with a ‘Y’ since the beginning of the 19th century, on Earth anyway…”
“McKay. Enough,” Bellowed Ronon, halting Rodney’s prattling, “I meant ‘Why,’ as in ‘Why do you care’?”
"Sheppard had some newbie spell his name wrong on a mission report,” Rodney declared, “They added some extra letters. Sheppard the Shepherd. It has a nice ring to it. But anyway, that’s how it came up, so?”
“O-N.”
“Ha. I knew it,” Sheppard smirked at McKay.
“Yeah. Yeah. Eat it up Sheppard.”
Ronon shook his head continuing to eat his meal. He had the strangest friends, but he loved them anyway.
“You sure it’s not with an ‘A’ caveman...”