Fic-Stargate Atlantis-"The Ronon Dilemma"-Ronon/Keller
this is the 3rd part in series of one-shots. I would recommend reading the other two first, it can be enjoyed without doing so, but it'll make more sense.
Title: The Ronon Dilemma
Author: Nicole
Part:1/1 (although technically there is going to be one more one-shot in this series)
Pairing: Ronon/Keller
Category: friendship, pre-ship(oh but so close to ship)
Rating: PG-13 for a bit of language and adult themes
Spoilers: for Missing
Summmary: Jennifer has been getting lessons from Ronon, but she's finding she wants more than friendship. she just isn't sure if he feels the same.
this is unbetaed so please forgive and feel free to point out any errors.
Part one: http://nicole9514.livejournal.com/184779.html
Part two: http://nicole9514.livejournal.com/188600.html
Jennifer always felt like they were dancing when she sparred with Ronon. He made a move, she countered, he spun right, she left, it was so much more grace than she’d ever realized. Ronon was one hell of teacher, not to mention patient. He put up with her whining very valiantly. Although, she hadn’t really been whining much lately.
“Same time tomorrow?” Jennifer beamed at her tall instructor.
He nodded, but gave her that sly grin of his that she’d grown to love as he headed down the hall.
Dr. Jennifer Keller’s butt was sore, and every muscle ached, yet she was happy. She’d been taking lessons from Ronon for several weeks now, and she had to admit she was getting better. She was able to land a few hits every session now, although she still hadn’t gotten him on his back. But she felt good about herself. Her confidence was soaring and it was fun. If she and Teyla got stranded together on an alien planet again, she felt she’d be much more useful. For the first time in her life, she was feeling capable.
She reached her own quarters, hopped in the shower, and slid into a soft, blue, silk nightgown that barely covered the top of her knees.
Jen loved the feel of silk. It was cool and warm at the same time. Soft, yet strong. Just like Ronon. She sighed and told her brain to shut up before it got any more off track.
“Watch it Doctor, that’s dangerous territory. He’s a friend. And he definitely would not like being compared to women’s sleepwear. And now I’m talking to myself,” she groaned and buried her face in her pillow. She must have drifted off because the sound of a very persistent doorbell woke her.
“I’m coming,” She stumbled, half awake to the door.
It opened and Ronon was staring at her, no he was gaping. Ronon didn’t gape. The fog lifted from her mind and she realized that she hadn’t put on her robe. She was standing in front of him in a short, silk, very clingy outfit. “Oh... My... god...I’m,” She stammered while bolting to her closet and putting on her long, white, cotton robe.
He just smiled. “I’m not complaining.”
She blinked. Every time she’d given up hope of anything more than friendship he did something like this.
“I guess I woke you.”
“How’d you guess,” she smirked, her heart finally slowing down a bit.
He ignored her comment. “I just wanted to let you know I won’t be able to train with you tomorrow. I forgot I’d promised John we’d do some more golfing.”
She laughed.
“What?”
“I’m sorry, but the thought of you golfing is just-”
His own laughter cut her off. “Believe me it’s,” he paused, his eyes glued to hers for several moments. “I’d rather work with you. but I gave my word.”
“I understand,” she replied evenly, but her heart plummeted.
“So the following night then?”
“Sounds good.” She smiled.
He left her doorway and she was about to close it when he turned. She watched as his eyes traveled from her toes all the way back up to her face. “You should wear that. Without the robe, it’d just get in the way.”
She choked and struggled for a witty retort, but he was gone.
“Bastard.” She grinned.
******
Jen finished her shift and went to find Teyla. This was as good a time as any to discuss her friends impending motherhood , and her “Ronon dilemma“ as she‘d decided to call it. There was nothing like killing two birds with one stone. She found the graceful Athosian in one of the training rooms deep in meditation.
She thought about leaving, but she’d put this off long enough. “Teyla?”
Teyla smiled. “Come in Doctor Keller. It is good to see you.”
“Sorry. I’ve been a little busy after work lately.”
She smiled knowingly. “ I noticed.”
Jen sat down Indian style next to her. “How are you doing? Any problems?”
“None. Not physical anyway.”
“You’re worried.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yes.” Teyla sighed.
“I’m here if you ever need to talk.”
“I know,” Teyla said sadly.
“You know, you will need to tell-”
“I will do so when I feel the time is right.”
“Okay.” Jennifer bit back any other comments on that subject. She really felt her team needed to know, but it was Teyla’s choice.
“There is something else.” Teyla said.
Jen tried to keep the surprise off her face. Sometimes she wondered if Teyla might be a little bit psychic. That or I’m just very obvious.
She took a breath. “It’s kinda embarrassing.”
“Tell me anyway.”
“Well. It’s about Ronon. I’ve been meaning to ask you...has he...do you think he might... God I feel like a high school girl with a crush.”
Teyla laughed. “Love makes us act strangely.”
“Love?” I never said..” She sighed. “We are so different though.”
“But you are also very much alike. Either of you would do anything to protect a friend. Not to mention that there is more than meets the eye to both of you. I have seen this myself.”
Well...wow. I guess you have a point.”
Teyla crossed her arms across her chest. “So what is the problem. I see the way you two look at each other.”
“I’m just not sure if he’s interested in being more than friends.”
“There is a way to find out.”
“Yeah, but that can lead to awkwardness if he doesn’t feel the same way. I’d loose my friend,” she felt tears behind her eyes. Jennifer hadn’t realized until this moment how much he had come to mean to her. Losing his friendship would hurt like hell.
“Jennifer, I don’t feel it is my place to reveal things that are said to me in confidence. I will tell you, he speaks very fondly of you.”
Jen felt her heart do a cartwheel.
“You seem surprised.”
“I am. That he talks about me at all.” Jennifer blurted.
“You underestimate yourself.”
“I’m getting better.”
“Yes, I think you are.”
“He never speaks about his past much, but I can tell there is so much he holds inside,” Jennifer said without thinking.
“There is...but that is not my place. Ask him.” She said.
“I might just do that...carefully.”
“Indeed.”
“Thank you Teyla, You’ve given me a lot to think about.”
“Good luck.”
“You too.”
They both smiled and then Jennifer left her friend alone to meditate.
She pushed aside her doubts. Teyla was right, there was only one way to know how he felt. She made herself a silent promise. Next session she would stop dancing around him. It was time to tango.
TBC: yes i'm evil....should i stop there...no i wouldn't do that :) feedback is loved :) i'd love to know what you thought :)) next fic will be called "Do you tango?" for a little teaser :)
feel free to friend this journal for updates :)
Title: The Ronon Dilemma
Author: Nicole
Part:1/1 (although technically there is going to be one more one-shot in this series)
Pairing: Ronon/Keller
Category: friendship, pre-ship(oh but so close to ship)
Rating: PG-13 for a bit of language and adult themes
Spoilers: for Missing
Summmary: Jennifer has been getting lessons from Ronon, but she's finding she wants more than friendship. she just isn't sure if he feels the same.
this is unbetaed so please forgive and feel free to point out any errors.
Part one: http://nicole9514.livejournal.com/184779.html
Part two: http://nicole9514.livejournal.com/188600.html
Jennifer always felt like they were dancing when she sparred with Ronon. He made a move, she countered, he spun right, she left, it was so much more grace than she’d ever realized. Ronon was one hell of teacher, not to mention patient. He put up with her whining very valiantly. Although, she hadn’t really been whining much lately.
“Same time tomorrow?” Jennifer beamed at her tall instructor.
He nodded, but gave her that sly grin of his that she’d grown to love as he headed down the hall.
Dr. Jennifer Keller’s butt was sore, and every muscle ached, yet she was happy. She’d been taking lessons from Ronon for several weeks now, and she had to admit she was getting better. She was able to land a few hits every session now, although she still hadn’t gotten him on his back. But she felt good about herself. Her confidence was soaring and it was fun. If she and Teyla got stranded together on an alien planet again, she felt she’d be much more useful. For the first time in her life, she was feeling capable.
She reached her own quarters, hopped in the shower, and slid into a soft, blue, silk nightgown that barely covered the top of her knees.
Jen loved the feel of silk. It was cool and warm at the same time. Soft, yet strong. Just like Ronon. She sighed and told her brain to shut up before it got any more off track.
“Watch it Doctor, that’s dangerous territory. He’s a friend. And he definitely would not like being compared to women’s sleepwear. And now I’m talking to myself,” she groaned and buried her face in her pillow. She must have drifted off because the sound of a very persistent doorbell woke her.
“I’m coming,” She stumbled, half awake to the door.
It opened and Ronon was staring at her, no he was gaping. Ronon didn’t gape. The fog lifted from her mind and she realized that she hadn’t put on her robe. She was standing in front of him in a short, silk, very clingy outfit. “Oh... My... god...I’m,” She stammered while bolting to her closet and putting on her long, white, cotton robe.
He just smiled. “I’m not complaining.”
She blinked. Every time she’d given up hope of anything more than friendship he did something like this.
“I guess I woke you.”
“How’d you guess,” she smirked, her heart finally slowing down a bit.
He ignored her comment. “I just wanted to let you know I won’t be able to train with you tomorrow. I forgot I’d promised John we’d do some more golfing.”
She laughed.
“What?”
“I’m sorry, but the thought of you golfing is just-”
His own laughter cut her off. “Believe me it’s,” he paused, his eyes glued to hers for several moments. “I’d rather work with you. but I gave my word.”
“I understand,” she replied evenly, but her heart plummeted.
“So the following night then?”
“Sounds good.” She smiled.
He left her doorway and she was about to close it when he turned. She watched as his eyes traveled from her toes all the way back up to her face. “You should wear that. Without the robe, it’d just get in the way.”
She choked and struggled for a witty retort, but he was gone.
“Bastard.” She grinned.
******
Jen finished her shift and went to find Teyla. This was as good a time as any to discuss her friends impending motherhood , and her “Ronon dilemma“ as she‘d decided to call it. There was nothing like killing two birds with one stone. She found the graceful Athosian in one of the training rooms deep in meditation.
She thought about leaving, but she’d put this off long enough. “Teyla?”
Teyla smiled. “Come in Doctor Keller. It is good to see you.”
“Sorry. I’ve been a little busy after work lately.”
She smiled knowingly. “ I noticed.”
Jen sat down Indian style next to her. “How are you doing? Any problems?”
“None. Not physical anyway.”
“You’re worried.” It wasn’t a question.
“Yes.” Teyla sighed.
“I’m here if you ever need to talk.”
“I know,” Teyla said sadly.
“You know, you will need to tell-”
“I will do so when I feel the time is right.”
“Okay.” Jennifer bit back any other comments on that subject. She really felt her team needed to know, but it was Teyla’s choice.
“There is something else.” Teyla said.
Jen tried to keep the surprise off her face. Sometimes she wondered if Teyla might be a little bit psychic. That or I’m just very obvious.
She took a breath. “It’s kinda embarrassing.”
“Tell me anyway.”
“Well. It’s about Ronon. I’ve been meaning to ask you...has he...do you think he might... God I feel like a high school girl with a crush.”
Teyla laughed. “Love makes us act strangely.”
“Love?” I never said..” She sighed. “We are so different though.”
“But you are also very much alike. Either of you would do anything to protect a friend. Not to mention that there is more than meets the eye to both of you. I have seen this myself.”
Well...wow. I guess you have a point.”
Teyla crossed her arms across her chest. “So what is the problem. I see the way you two look at each other.”
“I’m just not sure if he’s interested in being more than friends.”
“There is a way to find out.”
“Yeah, but that can lead to awkwardness if he doesn’t feel the same way. I’d loose my friend,” she felt tears behind her eyes. Jennifer hadn’t realized until this moment how much he had come to mean to her. Losing his friendship would hurt like hell.
“Jennifer, I don’t feel it is my place to reveal things that are said to me in confidence. I will tell you, he speaks very fondly of you.”
Jen felt her heart do a cartwheel.
“You seem surprised.”
“I am. That he talks about me at all.” Jennifer blurted.
“You underestimate yourself.”
“I’m getting better.”
“Yes, I think you are.”
“He never speaks about his past much, but I can tell there is so much he holds inside,” Jennifer said without thinking.
“There is...but that is not my place. Ask him.” She said.
“I might just do that...carefully.”
“Indeed.”
“Thank you Teyla, You’ve given me a lot to think about.”
“Good luck.”
“You too.”
They both smiled and then Jennifer left her friend alone to meditate.
She pushed aside her doubts. Teyla was right, there was only one way to know how he felt. She made herself a silent promise. Next session she would stop dancing around him. It was time to tango.
TBC: yes i'm evil....should i stop there...no i wouldn't do that :) feedback is loved :) i'd love to know what you thought :)) next fic will be called "Do you tango?" for a little teaser :)
feel free to friend this journal for updates :)