Fourteen Years (by Hth) (E)
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stargateficrecShow: SGA
Rec Category: John/Ronon
Characters: Ronon Dex/John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Teyla Emmagan, Elizabeth Weir
Categories: M/M
Words: 12,268
Warnings: No AO3 warnings apply
Author on DW:hth
Author's Website: Hth on AO3
Link: Fourteen Years on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: One thing I like about John/Ronon stories is that there's often more about Ronon's history and Satedan culture. We get that in this fic as it's from Ronon's POV, with alternating sections about his seven years as a runner and his first seven years on Atlantis. It's a realistically grim account of his time as a runner, made more bearable by being intercut with the story of him adjusting to Atlantis, becoming part of the team, and then getting together with John. Inevitably, things don't go completely smoothly between them, but across the years they work it out and there's an eventual happy ending. An interesting and very satisfying story.
The third year he was on Atlantis, a dozen high-ranking officers and politicians from Earth came through the gate to look the place over. Ronon didn’t know what the stakes were, but everyone who usually knew what was going on looked terrified, so he stayed on his best behavior, standing up straight and looking gravely interested in their conversations with Sheppard and Weir. He even saluted when he was introduced.
None of them spoke to him directly, except a grey-haired man who looked as slouchy and bored as Ronon was trying hard not to look, who gave him a long once-over and said, “Cool coat.”
The relief in the air was so strong Ronon could feel it against his skin when they finally left, and he knew Atlantis had dodged some grim fate, although he still didn’t know quite what and was frankly glad he hadn’t known enough to get nervous. The only thing that was different afterwards was that they took away part of Sheppard’s rank, which Ronon was upset about at first, until he realized that, counter-intuitively, that meant a promotion.
“Colonel Sheppard,” Sheppard kept saying gleefully. “Colonel Sheppard,” which Ronon didn’t understand, because that was already what everyone called him, but he wasn’t going to say anything.
McKay was. “I don’t know what it is that thrills you so much about saying that,” he said. “That’s exactly what we’ve all been calling you for three years.”
“Yes,” Sheppard said almost primly, “but the Lieutenant was implied.”
Rec Category: John/Ronon
Characters: Ronon Dex/John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, Teyla Emmagan, Elizabeth Weir
Categories: M/M
Words: 12,268
Warnings: No AO3 warnings apply
Author on DW:
hth Author's Website: Hth on AO3
Link: Fourteen Years on AO3
Why This Must Be Read: One thing I like about John/Ronon stories is that there's often more about Ronon's history and Satedan culture. We get that in this fic as it's from Ronon's POV, with alternating sections about his seven years as a runner and his first seven years on Atlantis. It's a realistically grim account of his time as a runner, made more bearable by being intercut with the story of him adjusting to Atlantis, becoming part of the team, and then getting together with John. Inevitably, things don't go completely smoothly between them, but across the years they work it out and there's an eventual happy ending. An interesting and very satisfying story.
The third year he was on Atlantis, a dozen high-ranking officers and politicians from Earth came through the gate to look the place over. Ronon didn’t know what the stakes were, but everyone who usually knew what was going on looked terrified, so he stayed on his best behavior, standing up straight and looking gravely interested in their conversations with Sheppard and Weir. He even saluted when he was introduced.
None of them spoke to him directly, except a grey-haired man who looked as slouchy and bored as Ronon was trying hard not to look, who gave him a long once-over and said, “Cool coat.”
The relief in the air was so strong Ronon could feel it against his skin when they finally left, and he knew Atlantis had dodged some grim fate, although he still didn’t know quite what and was frankly glad he hadn’t known enough to get nervous. The only thing that was different afterwards was that they took away part of Sheppard’s rank, which Ronon was upset about at first, until he realized that, counter-intuitively, that meant a promotion.
“Colonel Sheppard,” Sheppard kept saying gleefully. “Colonel Sheppard,” which Ronon didn’t understand, because that was already what everyone called him, but he wasn’t going to say anything.
McKay was. “I don’t know what it is that thrills you so much about saying that,” he said. “That’s exactly what we’ve all been calling you for three years.”
“Yes,” Sheppard said almost primly, “but the Lieutenant was implied.”
