SGA ficlets

[wesleysgirl]

And here are the Atlantis ones.



For ngaio, who requested Zelenka! In any way - Zelenka! How did he end up at Atlantis? What's it like working so closely with McKay? Does he miss Czechoslovakia?

Rodney McKay makes Radek want to break things. The man is obscenely arrogant and will listen to nothing anyone else has to say if they disagree with him. On at least two occasions, Radek has had to turn and walk from the room because to stay would mean not being able to resist the almost overwhelming urge to hit Rodney.

Hitting one's superiors is frowned upon, even in Atlantis.

Radek concentrates on his work -- not a difficult thing to do, as there is enough work here for three times as many people as they have -- but he does not bite his tongue. If there are arguments, there are arguments, but he will not keep quiet when he knows Rodney is wrong. That is not the sort of person Radek is, and he will not let Atlantis change him.


For reginagiraffe, who requested some kind of Rodney/Ronon interaction, maybe involving food.

No one was sitting at the table with Ronon, and Rodney was hungry, so he sat. Ronon glanced up at him, then shoveled another huge mouthful of potatoes -- or what passed as potatoes -- into his mouth.

Rodney would have been just as happy to exchange a few grunts and get to eating his own food, but just as he took a bite of his sandwich, Ronon looked up at him again and said, "There's lots of food here."

"That depends on what you call 'food,'" Rodney said, swallowing. He still thought the MREs were better, especially the Jamaican pork chops, but when he was hungry he'd eat whatever was around.

Ronon ate another bite. He held the fork like he'd never seen one before. "You don't like it," he said.

"Not all that much, no," Rodney admitted. "But it's food."

Considering that, Ronon ate two more huge bites. "I like it," he said finally.

"Well, good." Rodney was starting to wonder if this conversation was actually going anywhere. "Good. Very good."

Ronon eyed the food on Rodney's tray. "If you don't want yours, I'll eat it."

Rodney found himself curling his arm around the tray protectively. "No, no. That's okay. Thanks."

Ronon nodded and ate another enormous bite, and after a minute Rodney went back to eating, too, although he kept glancing at Ronon every few seconds. It was always a good idea to keep an eye on someone who might take your food.


For elfbystarlight, who requested Ronon, something radically unexpected.

Ronon has his own room. It's not what he's used to, but he needs somewhere to sleep. He's trying not to make anyone around him uncomfortable, but he can't help it -- he's taller than almost everyone, and a better fighter. They can't help being nervous around him, a stranger, a runner, not even when this whole place is strange to them.

He goes from an awkward conversation with Doctor McKay back to his room, opening the door to find Sheppard inside and leaning against the wall. "Sheppard," Ronon says, nodding warily.

"Sorry to barge in on you like this," Sheppard says. "I was kind of hoping we could talk."

"What do you want to talk about?" Ronon asks. This visit is unexpected enough that he's unsure, thrown off balance. It's not a feeling he likes.

"Oh, you know. How things are going. How you're doing." Sheppard straightens up and walks toward him as the door closes, and Ronon reminds himself that he doesn't need to run anymore.

"I'm fine," Ronon says.

Sheppard tilts his head to one side. His eyes are kind, and that's another surprise. "I just figured it can't be easy, going from out there to in here."

"It's not," Ronon says, as Sheppard reaches out and rests a warm hand on his shoulder. "But I'm not complaining."

Comments

[sjkasabi.livejournal.com]

They're great. I especially love the one about the food :-)