stargateficrec | Where the Running Stops by Tielan (PG-13)

Show: SGA
Rec Category: Ronon Dex
Characters:: Ronon Dex
Pairing: None
Het/Slash/Gen: Gen
Warnings/Spoilers: 3.04 Sateda
Author on LJ:

tielan
Author's Website: Tielan's Fanfic
Link: Where the Running Stops

Why This Must Be Read: I have a thing about fics where Ronon explores how Atlantis has affected him, and compares his life now to what he had before. Basically fics that explore Ronon.

I like this fic because it makes you giggle in the beginning and then has you tearing up at the end. I also really enjoyed the hints of relationship (platonic or not) between Rodney and Ronon here. Drunk Rodney is hilarious, but it's Ronon's internal monologue at the end that really hits you. They came for him when Ronon thought he was alone. - that's basically all you have to know.

Excerpt:

"Use your jacket to mop it up, Rodney, " Teyla's advice is laughing yet practical as she removes several mugs threatened by the drink's flow.

"But then my jacket will be drunk!" McKay protests. Still, he fumbles with his collar, lifting the upper part of his body off the floor, trying to get the jacket off.

"Jackets don't get drunk." Scorn tinges Sheppard's words as he moves his legs away from the fluid creeping across the floor towards his bare toes. "But if you don't mop that up soon, then my feet will be wet."

McKay snorts. "Get Teyla to lick them off. Or Ronon. He's the one with the foot fetish."

Sheppard turns wide eyes on him. "Foot fetish?" Ronon's about to say that he has no idea what McKay's on about when a grunt from McKay - actually, more like a moan - gets their attention.

The jacket's mostly off McKay's shoulders, but he's having trouble getting it down over his elbows, and he can't seem to move it back up his arms. "I think I'm stuck."

Ronon snorts. Sheppard laughs. Teyla has a choking fit, hastily putting down the mug and running the back of her hand beneath her nose as her shoulders shake.

"You okay there, Teyla?"

"Is she okay?" McKay demands, incensed. "I'm the one who's stuck!" He flails around a little, trying to get himself free, but only binds himself up even further. When he comes to a halt, the blue eyes rest on Ronon, pleading. "I'm really stuck. Help?"

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