fic: Wrong Kind Of Guy - Part Ten [PG-13]
TITLE: Wrong Kind Of Guy - Part Ten
AUTHOR: Tielan
SUMMARY: Desperate times called for desperate measures - wasn't that the saying? But what about when the desperate times were over and the desperate measures done?
CATEGORY: crackfic, shermer_high AU
RATING: PG-13
NOTES: A short chapter since I'm going to be away for a while. We're nearly there - two more chapters!
Part Nine
Wrong Kind Of Guy - Part Ten
That night, Elizabeth fretted over what he'd said in class.
That doesn't mean that he wasn't stupid to go back for her, too.
After English Lit., she'd tried to get Ronon aside for a few minutes before the next class, but he'd made some excuse about needing to get there on time and practically run away from her. Tammy Gilmore had pushed past her standing in the hallway, smirking as she walked off, and Elizabeth gritted her teeth and went to Civics feeling very uncivil.
Lying in bed, she wondered if Ronon resented her.
I have an offer if you're interested...
Elizabeth wondered if Ronon regretted making the offer after all. He'd been cagey and distant since Friday night. Desperate times called for desperate measures - wasn't that the saying? But what about when the desperate times were over and the desperate measures done? Then you had to live with the choice.
Making the choice was easy; it was harder to live with the choice once it was made.
In the end, Ronon hadn't even been the one to make the choice.
Do it.
Elizabeth had made the decision, but she wasn't the one taking the risk.
And maybe that was why he'd kept his distance the last few days.
Tears stung her eyes and she brushed them away. The bruise on her cheek barely hurt anymore, although it was still looking colourful.
Elizabeth paused, remembering how Ronon had bent down to kiss her cheek on Friday night before he walked away. She could almost feel the gentle brush of his lips on her skin again.
Is love worth that loyalty?
She wondered until she fell asleep without answers.
The morning brought no more answers. Elizabeth woke up early, grimacing as she sat on the edge of her bed and contemplated the day. She skipped breakfast and went in to school early.
The walk to school was cold and brisk, and the tread of her sneakers echoed down the alleyway where she'd first encountered Ronon. The swings and playset of the big park sat empty, and the school was similarly deserted when she arrived.
In the senior locker corridor, Elizabeth paused and glanced both ways. She doubted there'd be anyone about at this hour, most students didn't turn up until five minutes before the homeroom bell rang, but there was no point in making gossip - especially after the gossip of the weekend and the scene she'd made on the senior lawn, yelling at John.
Not that he hadn't deserved it. Chaya Sar was welcome to him!
The note, folded into half, was shoved into the airvent slots of Ronon's locker and left for him to find when he turned up at school.
Elizabeth spent her early morning in the library, resisting the urge to go and check if he was anywhere about. The ball was in his court whenever he cared to pick it up - if he cared to pick it up at all.
She didn't have English Lit. on Wednesdays, so she didn't see him until lunchtime.
Unfortunately, she'd no sooner caught his eye when Ben Maroney sat down and started talking to her about a Civics project. Since it was due on Friday, she was torn between wanting to talk about the project, and wanting to ask him if this could wait. Intending to ask him to hold a few seconds she touched him on the hand.
"Ben, can you wait a moment? I have to have a word with someone..."
She looked for Ronon. If nothing else, she could arrange to meet him after school.
But Ronon was already gone.
Elizabeth spent the rest of lunch keeping half an eye on the door, almost expecting him to turn up out of nowhere and sit down next to Ben with a, "Hey."
Needless to say, he didn't.
She went to afternoon classes with a sense of disappointment, a strong desire to cry, and no desire to be seen as anything other than her normal self. So she went to classes and did her work, and smiled when her classmates made jokes. And if her smile was a little bit fixed, they didn't notice.
It was the start of the last class for the day when Mr. Felger announced that Mr. Hammond would be making an announcement at the end of class, and all students were to remain in their classes until it was done.
Elizabeth glanced at Teyla.
"Do you know anything about this?"
"Nothing." Teyla shrugged. "But I do not pay attention to these things."
"Sounds important."
Another shrug. "Perhaps it is." Teyla opened her pencilcase and selected a pen, then twirled it over her fingers as she regarded Elizabeth. "You look tired."
Trust Teyla to notice such a thing.
"It's been a long day," was all she said. Of course, her friend wouldn't be fooled by such an answer, and Elizabeth knew it.
Still, Teyla was willing not to pursue the matter now, although Elizabeth guessed that if she continued to look tired, then Teyla might push the matter further.
In the meantime, there was Trig.
This afternoon's class was long and difficult, and not just because Elizabeth felt wrung out by the week. Mr. Felger drew his diagrams wildly across the board, and although Elizabeth consulted her textbook, trying to reconcile his lesson with the textbook explanations, she wasn't entirely sure she succeeded, even when she managed to get the correct answer to the problem on the board.
They were two minutes shy of the bell when the speaker over the board beeped as the prelude to an announcement over the PA.
"Excuse the interruption, Shermer High, this is Principal Hammond with a general notice." Mr. Felger paused in scribing down his final notes on the blackboard, and the class rustled a bit as Principal Hammond continued. "This morning, the local police department informed me of a situation that I feel warrants your attention at this time. It seems there's been an increase of gang activity in our local area, and the officer I spoke to is concerned about the possible inclusion of our students in the violence."
Elizabeth looked to Teyla, found the other girl staring back. She didn't need telepathy to know what was going through her friend's mind - or the minds of the other students who'd been there on Friday night.
God, Ronon, what did you do?
"While it appears that these gangs are specifically going after the members of rival gangs, I would like all students to be watchful and alert when travelling to and from the school and to keep in mind your safety and the safety of others at all times. If you encounter any situations which you think might be related to gang activity, please inform your year advisor, Vice-Principal O'Neill, or myself as soon as possible."
There was a rustle through the stunned classroom as people began leaning over to whisper to their friends, and Elizabeth saw the surreptitious below-the-desk movement that indicated cellphone messages were being sent, but she just sat there exchanging looks with Teyla, her pen limp between lax fingers.
"Our intention in broadcasting this news is not to scare you, but to keep you informed of potentially dangerous situations. Notes have been arranged for you to take home to your parents and your teachers should be handing them out now. On behalf of the staff of Shermer High, we hope you'll stay calm and remain safe. Thank you for your time and patience in this matter."
And, right on cue, the end bell rang through the silent halls of the school.
--
Part Eleven
AUTHOR: Tielan
SUMMARY: Desperate times called for desperate measures - wasn't that the saying? But what about when the desperate times were over and the desperate measures done?
CATEGORY: crackfic, shermer_high AU
RATING: PG-13
NOTES: A short chapter since I'm going to be away for a while. We're nearly there - two more chapters!
Part Nine
Wrong Kind Of Guy - Part Ten
That night, Elizabeth fretted over what he'd said in class.
That doesn't mean that he wasn't stupid to go back for her, too.
After English Lit., she'd tried to get Ronon aside for a few minutes before the next class, but he'd made some excuse about needing to get there on time and practically run away from her. Tammy Gilmore had pushed past her standing in the hallway, smirking as she walked off, and Elizabeth gritted her teeth and went to Civics feeling very uncivil.
Lying in bed, she wondered if Ronon resented her.
I have an offer if you're interested...
Elizabeth wondered if Ronon regretted making the offer after all. He'd been cagey and distant since Friday night. Desperate times called for desperate measures - wasn't that the saying? But what about when the desperate times were over and the desperate measures done? Then you had to live with the choice.
Making the choice was easy; it was harder to live with the choice once it was made.
In the end, Ronon hadn't even been the one to make the choice.
Do it.
Elizabeth had made the decision, but she wasn't the one taking the risk.
And maybe that was why he'd kept his distance the last few days.
Tears stung her eyes and she brushed them away. The bruise on her cheek barely hurt anymore, although it was still looking colourful.
Elizabeth paused, remembering how Ronon had bent down to kiss her cheek on Friday night before he walked away. She could almost feel the gentle brush of his lips on her skin again.
Is love worth that loyalty?
She wondered until she fell asleep without answers.
The morning brought no more answers. Elizabeth woke up early, grimacing as she sat on the edge of her bed and contemplated the day. She skipped breakfast and went in to school early.
The walk to school was cold and brisk, and the tread of her sneakers echoed down the alleyway where she'd first encountered Ronon. The swings and playset of the big park sat empty, and the school was similarly deserted when she arrived.
In the senior locker corridor, Elizabeth paused and glanced both ways. She doubted there'd be anyone about at this hour, most students didn't turn up until five minutes before the homeroom bell rang, but there was no point in making gossip - especially after the gossip of the weekend and the scene she'd made on the senior lawn, yelling at John.
Not that he hadn't deserved it. Chaya Sar was welcome to him!
The note, folded into half, was shoved into the airvent slots of Ronon's locker and left for him to find when he turned up at school.
Elizabeth spent her early morning in the library, resisting the urge to go and check if he was anywhere about. The ball was in his court whenever he cared to pick it up - if he cared to pick it up at all.
She didn't have English Lit. on Wednesdays, so she didn't see him until lunchtime.
Unfortunately, she'd no sooner caught his eye when Ben Maroney sat down and started talking to her about a Civics project. Since it was due on Friday, she was torn between wanting to talk about the project, and wanting to ask him if this could wait. Intending to ask him to hold a few seconds she touched him on the hand.
"Ben, can you wait a moment? I have to have a word with someone..."
She looked for Ronon. If nothing else, she could arrange to meet him after school.
But Ronon was already gone.
Elizabeth spent the rest of lunch keeping half an eye on the door, almost expecting him to turn up out of nowhere and sit down next to Ben with a, "Hey."
Needless to say, he didn't.
She went to afternoon classes with a sense of disappointment, a strong desire to cry, and no desire to be seen as anything other than her normal self. So she went to classes and did her work, and smiled when her classmates made jokes. And if her smile was a little bit fixed, they didn't notice.
It was the start of the last class for the day when Mr. Felger announced that Mr. Hammond would be making an announcement at the end of class, and all students were to remain in their classes until it was done.
Elizabeth glanced at Teyla.
"Do you know anything about this?"
"Nothing." Teyla shrugged. "But I do not pay attention to these things."
"Sounds important."
Another shrug. "Perhaps it is." Teyla opened her pencilcase and selected a pen, then twirled it over her fingers as she regarded Elizabeth. "You look tired."
Trust Teyla to notice such a thing.
"It's been a long day," was all she said. Of course, her friend wouldn't be fooled by such an answer, and Elizabeth knew it.
Still, Teyla was willing not to pursue the matter now, although Elizabeth guessed that if she continued to look tired, then Teyla might push the matter further.
In the meantime, there was Trig.
This afternoon's class was long and difficult, and not just because Elizabeth felt wrung out by the week. Mr. Felger drew his diagrams wildly across the board, and although Elizabeth consulted her textbook, trying to reconcile his lesson with the textbook explanations, she wasn't entirely sure she succeeded, even when she managed to get the correct answer to the problem on the board.
They were two minutes shy of the bell when the speaker over the board beeped as the prelude to an announcement over the PA.
"Excuse the interruption, Shermer High, this is Principal Hammond with a general notice." Mr. Felger paused in scribing down his final notes on the blackboard, and the class rustled a bit as Principal Hammond continued. "This morning, the local police department informed me of a situation that I feel warrants your attention at this time. It seems there's been an increase of gang activity in our local area, and the officer I spoke to is concerned about the possible inclusion of our students in the violence."
Elizabeth looked to Teyla, found the other girl staring back. She didn't need telepathy to know what was going through her friend's mind - or the minds of the other students who'd been there on Friday night.
God, Ronon, what did you do?
"While it appears that these gangs are specifically going after the members of rival gangs, I would like all students to be watchful and alert when travelling to and from the school and to keep in mind your safety and the safety of others at all times. If you encounter any situations which you think might be related to gang activity, please inform your year advisor, Vice-Principal O'Neill, or myself as soon as possible."
There was a rustle through the stunned classroom as people began leaning over to whisper to their friends, and Elizabeth saw the surreptitious below-the-desk movement that indicated cellphone messages were being sent, but she just sat there exchanging looks with Teyla, her pen limp between lax fingers.
"Our intention in broadcasting this news is not to scare you, but to keep you informed of potentially dangerous situations. Notes have been arranged for you to take home to your parents and your teachers should be handing them out now. On behalf of the staff of Shermer High, we hope you'll stay calm and remain safe. Thank you for your time and patience in this matter."
And, right on cue, the end bell rang through the silent halls of the school.
--
Part Eleven