jendavis

Title: I Am The Weapon (a.k.a. Miles To Go Before we Sleep Together)
Rating: PG-13 for now, will go up...eventually...
By: Jenda Vis
Spoilers: Oh, all the way through to the bitter end. Seriously. Pretty much every episode.
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: Sheppard/Dex
Genre: Drabbles, Episode Tags
Warnings: Unbetaed AND it's the first thing (well, er, things) I've ever written of my own free will.
Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue, don't take this too seriously.
Summary: They don't always get along...

1

These people are fools, easily caught, easily disarmed, and eager to trust. Are you sure you want their doctor digging into your back? They've been overlong in the sun, though maybe the same could be said for you. You don't have time for these people, regardless of their promise. And they will probably die as a result.

He was aware that Sheppard was aiming at him from atop the rocks; the man either wanted to be seen, or was completely incompetent. The outcrop up to Ronon's right would have afforded Sheppard a better view of the doctor's hands, Teyla's face, and Ronon's gun. If Sheppard wanted to see his face, it brought him no advantage. He could easily shoot Teyla before his eyes belied his intention.

He wondered what would happen if he did put the gun down. He would have liked to. It was hard to keep Teyla in his sights while the doctor was operating, but the gun remained trained until the world went gray.

The night air was cool when Ronon awoke, but it was more unnerving than pleasant. He didn't know how long he'd been out- hadn't yet learned the stars of this world, but he knew he'd been still too long.

He knew he couldn't afford hopes of that nature. He had woken alone, and his gun was missing. If they'd betrayed him, he needed to regain any lead that he could.

He stood up, rolling his shoulders experimentally as he scanned the perimeter. The tight pull of the bandage bracketed a painful twinge that he didn't test. Neither meant anything. Neither did the bloody device sitting in the tray. They could be trying to trick him.

His shirt was sitting next to the tray, which wasn't surprising. That his gun was wrapped inside it, however, was. It hadn't been tampered with, that he could see, but maybe they'd found a new way to rig it.

He set it to kill, and back to stun again. It sounded right. But he didn't trust it yet.

A whole lot was riding on the answer to two questions: Is this real, and can I trust them?

He ducked back into the cave, finding his cache by memory and feeling through the pack.

He'd taken the map off a dead wraith years ago, hoping that as it showed them his position, it would show him theirs. It didn't. He'd almost thrown it away, but pocketed it instead. It was only a small confirmation of his own existence, but it was the only proof of life he had most days. Once he died, the tracking device would have no power source, and its signal would die with him.

So when the device showed him as dead, it took him a moment to feel the first waves of freedom washing over him.

He set off towards the gate, to dial home for the first time in seven years.

And if he happened upon Sheppard's people, he could afford to help them out. As for their missing friend, well, he could happily stun the hell out of that wraitheyed freak. It wouldn't take long. Though Sheppard's company probably had it under control anyhow.

Then again, he allowed, coming into another clearing, maybe they need all the help they can get.

"Hi! Doctor Rodney McKay. Could you, um, get me down, please?"


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