Strangers When We Meet by Jendavis (R)
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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: John/Ronon
Characters: Ronon Dex, John Sheppard, Tyre, Teyla Emmagan, Rodney McKay, Elizabeth Weir, OCs.
Pairings: John/Ronon
Categories: Slash, AU
Wordcount: 13,962
Warnings: none
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jendavis
Author's Website: jendavis on AO3
Link: Strangers When We Meet
Why This Must Be Read: I am such a huge sucker for "What if Sateda Never Fell?" stories. Unfortunately, they are few and far between, but lucky for us, this one is a complete gem, with terrific world building and a fascinating first meeting and developing relationship between Ronon and John. We're thrown in media res into a tense political situation for Commander Ronon, and here come these strangers who claim to want to be allies. Will the Satedans trust them or not? Shifting perspectives add tremendous depth to this long and satisfying story.
"Rumor has it that you're from the City of the Ancestors," The commander waves them into chairs in front of his desk, but doesn't sit himself.
"We're originally from a planet a long way out. Came out exploring, found the city abandoned, and set up base there, a little over a year ago."
The commander frowns, like he knows John's holding out on him. "Thought they were just stories, people finding the city. Traders telling tales."
"Well, they're true. We're looking for allies against the wraith, and. We're also looking for a friend of ours. He's sick, a little insane, and we'd like to get him back before he does something stupid or has something stupid done to him."
Ronon scowls in confusion. "What's his story?"
John slides one of the pictures Beckett managed to snap of Ford before he escaped from the infirmary and tells him the tale, which is accepted with a few wary glances in Tyre's direction.
"Why are you really here?" Ronon- because Commander isn't working so well in John's head, not with the dreads, and Dex had been killed in Afghanistan- asks irritably, and John stumbles. He hadn't realized he'd been that transparent, and he looks to Teyla to bail him out. It's McKay, though, who speaks up.
"Our databases show that you've got an Ancient outpost here, that wasn't completed before they fled."
"And if that's the case," John jumps in, before McKay can get to mentioning the ZPMs, "Then we might be able to help you get them up and running."
"I know of the facilities you're talking about," Ronon begins, wary, but his interest is piqued, "but most of us believe them to be useless."
"That's okay," John needs to reassure him. He's on the hook, but he's not buying it. "McKay is seven kinds of genius when it comes to that sort of thing," You could back me up any time here, Rodney. "If you could show him what you've got, he'd be able to make it work."
Ronon grimaces, and it's then that John realizes that he's not talking to some punked out college student, that this guy means business. "A few problems, there." Fixing John with a hard look, he enumerates them, ticking them off on his fingers. "I don't know you, and don't trust you, your intentions, or your capabilities."
"That is understandable and wise," Teyla finally speaks, glancing briefly at the guards. "But I assure you, we mean you or your people no harm."
Ronon nods as he stands, but it's because he's been looking at what appears to be a clock hanging on the wall. Infuriatingly enough, as close as they've come, their audience seems to be over.
"I'll have this posted in the square and alert the security squads," Ronon waves Ford's picture. "As to the rest, I will confer with the Council."
Tyre opens the door, and one of the guards goes into the hallway while the other waits for them to leave. John glances back over his shoulder to see Ronon limping, a bit, around the edge of his desk, and wonders if it was war, or another form of attack that caused it.
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Rec Category: John/Ronon
Characters: Ronon Dex, John Sheppard, Tyre, Teyla Emmagan, Rodney McKay, Elizabeth Weir, OCs.
Pairings: John/Ronon
Categories: Slash, AU
Wordcount: 13,962
Warnings: none
Author on LJ:
jendavisAuthor's Website: jendavis on AO3
Link: Strangers When We Meet
Why This Must Be Read: I am such a huge sucker for "What if Sateda Never Fell?" stories. Unfortunately, they are few and far between, but lucky for us, this one is a complete gem, with terrific world building and a fascinating first meeting and developing relationship between Ronon and John. We're thrown in media res into a tense political situation for Commander Ronon, and here come these strangers who claim to want to be allies. Will the Satedans trust them or not? Shifting perspectives add tremendous depth to this long and satisfying story.
"Rumor has it that you're from the City of the Ancestors," The commander waves them into chairs in front of his desk, but doesn't sit himself.
"We're originally from a planet a long way out. Came out exploring, found the city abandoned, and set up base there, a little over a year ago."
The commander frowns, like he knows John's holding out on him. "Thought they were just stories, people finding the city. Traders telling tales."
"Well, they're true. We're looking for allies against the wraith, and. We're also looking for a friend of ours. He's sick, a little insane, and we'd like to get him back before he does something stupid or has something stupid done to him."
Ronon scowls in confusion. "What's his story?"
John slides one of the pictures Beckett managed to snap of Ford before he escaped from the infirmary and tells him the tale, which is accepted with a few wary glances in Tyre's direction.
"Why are you really here?" Ronon- because Commander isn't working so well in John's head, not with the dreads, and Dex had been killed in Afghanistan- asks irritably, and John stumbles. He hadn't realized he'd been that transparent, and he looks to Teyla to bail him out. It's McKay, though, who speaks up.
"Our databases show that you've got an Ancient outpost here, that wasn't completed before they fled."
"And if that's the case," John jumps in, before McKay can get to mentioning the ZPMs, "Then we might be able to help you get them up and running."
"I know of the facilities you're talking about," Ronon begins, wary, but his interest is piqued, "but most of us believe them to be useless."
"That's okay," John needs to reassure him. He's on the hook, but he's not buying it. "McKay is seven kinds of genius when it comes to that sort of thing," You could back me up any time here, Rodney. "If you could show him what you've got, he'd be able to make it work."
Ronon grimaces, and it's then that John realizes that he's not talking to some punked out college student, that this guy means business. "A few problems, there." Fixing John with a hard look, he enumerates them, ticking them off on his fingers. "I don't know you, and don't trust you, your intentions, or your capabilities."
"That is understandable and wise," Teyla finally speaks, glancing briefly at the guards. "But I assure you, we mean you or your people no harm."
Ronon nods as he stands, but it's because he's been looking at what appears to be a clock hanging on the wall. Infuriatingly enough, as close as they've come, their audience seems to be over.
"I'll have this posted in the square and alert the security squads," Ronon waves Ford's picture. "As to the rest, I will confer with the Council."
Tyre opens the door, and one of the guards goes into the hallway while the other waits for them to leave. John glances back over his shoulder to see Ronon limping, a bit, around the edge of his desk, and wonders if it was war, or another form of attack that caused it.
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