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Title: Red Sky At Dawn - Part Five
Author: Kellifer_fic
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis, that is,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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Rating: Mild (later chapters mature)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They come from the SciFi Original Series Stargate:Atlantis. Don't own, don't sue!
Summary - “At first I thought they were offering you in exchange for information.” Ronon’s face was carefully neutral, but Daniel knew every reaction he had was being carefully weighed and measured. He wasn’t quite sure what Ronon meant and was about to ask, when it hit him.
“It’ll be an act of good faith.”
Daniel was back in Ronon’s cell. The man was pacing like a caged tiger and Daniel could imagine that that would be how he would feel. He finally paused and took a moment to look at Daniel, that puzzling-out expression back on his face.
“Look, I want to get you released, but you’ve got to give me something,” Daniel spread his hands in supplication.
Ronon sighed heavily and then shrugged. He reached a hand up behind himself, dug around in his hair and brought forth a small but wicked looking blade. He palmed it carefully for a few moments, before shrugging again and offering it to Daniel, hilt first.
Daniel canted his head and raised an eyebrow.
“Fine,” Ronon grumbled.
Three more blades were produced and Daniel, watching the whole proceedings carefully, still couldn’t have said for certain where they came from. “Is that it?” He prompted. Ronon nodded somberly and although Daniel didn’t really believe him, he knew it was a step in the right direction.
“Why did they send you down?” Ronon asked, finally relinquishing his pacing and lowering himself to the floor. Two chairs had been brought into the cell but Ronon had merely circled them warily, before dismissing them completely. Daniel, ever the student of human behavior, mirrored Ronon’s action.
“I guess they thought I would be more reassuring,” Daniel shrugged, a gentle lift of one shoulder. Ronon regarded him with dark eyes and Daniel fought the urge to fidget under that weighty glare. Never a recalcitrant man himself, Daniel still knew how to deal with them and simply waited for Ronon to speak his mind. He was curious about something and Daniel didn’t want to lead him, hoping instead Ronon would reveal information naturally and without feeling like he had been questioned.
“Hmm,” Ronon quirked an eyebrow. “I just figured that your people were unusually perceptive.”
Daniel blinked. “How so?”
“At first I thought they were offering you in exchange for information.” Ronon’s face was carefully neutral, but Daniel knew every reaction he had was being carefully weighed and measured. He wasn’t quite sure what Ronon meant and was about to ask, when it hit him.
“Oh…ah…no, no, nothing like that.” Daniel exclaimed in a rush and felt heat travel up his throat and flood across his cheeks. He ducked his head and flapped his hands. “We don’t… I mean, our military wouldn’t, we just wouldn’t do that.”
There was a smirk on Ronon’s face and Daniel wasn’t entirely sure if he was just being messed with, but then Ronon canted his head. “Wouldn’t be the first time, but it’s usually a pretty woman placed in the cell to get information.”
Daniel grimaced. “No, nothing like that. I’m just for … talking.”
Ronon sighed and stood, rolling his shoulders. “No, you’re just the nice face they put on the news that you’re not going to release me.”
Daniel was stunned. He opened his mouth and then closed it with a snap. It was true, Elizabeth had explained to him exactly why Ronon was not going to be able to be set free and while Daniel agreed in principle, he was having a hard time with it morally. Such was his life, he supposed. “We’re not ruling it out completely,” he offered, knowing it sounded lame to his own ears.
“Did they tell you how to say prisoner without making it sound like I’m a captive, because that would be a neat trick.”
“You’re not a captive,” Daniel protested. “We should be able to let you get out of this cell soon and then you can have free run of the city, within limits.”
“It’s just a bigger cage,” Ronon said, turning his back on Daniel, effectively dismissing him.
It was only as Daniel was trudging up the brig stairs, feeling like he had failed on some epic level, that some of what Ronon had said played back in his mind.
… but it’s usually a pretty woman placed in the cell to get information.
… just figured that your people were unusually perceptive
Daniel halted on the stairs, breathing rapidly. He saw Chee lean down, looking at him with worry creasing his brow. “You okay Doctor J?”
Daniel let out a shaky bark of laughter and flapped a hand.
“Fine, perfectly fine.”
xxxxxx
“Just check out if the Wraith are still there and then come right back,” Elizabeth said, eyeing the team before her. It was actually a mish-mash of their usual away team configuration but Elizabeth figured they needed it going to a planet where they actually knew Wraith were likely to be present.
John was standing with hands resting on top of his P-90, looking his usual jovial, relaxed self. Elizabeth checked that. Actually it had been a long time since John had looked that way and she wondered if he had finally found a balance. Teyla stood beside him, wearing matching offworld gear. She’d been given a helmet and had eyed it suspiciously until John had taken it out of her hands and tossed it aside.
Frakes and Chee, the two youngest marines in the city, were practically bouncing on their heels with pent up excitement. Elizabeth was loathe to let them go, but knew the group needed a more military presence if they ran into trouble. Teresa stood beside them, tapping her fingers on the top of her own P-90. When they vibrated too close to her, she turned her sharp gaze on them and they both subsided.
Rodney made up the last member of the team and was struggling with his backpack as he entered the ‘gateroom, grumbling about an experiment he’d had to leave in the middle of to be there. Once he’d stopped fussing, however, Elizabeth had to admit that he looked more comfortable in his BDUs than when they’d first arrived. He was full of grim determination and although people could sometimes make the mistake of thinking him ridiculous, Elizabeth never would.
Jack stood at her side and she could feel his glower. He’d requested to go but she had pointed out that it was reckless to send both of their senior military officers into a possibly volatile situation.
He’d understood her logic, but she knew he would be suspicious that she still didn’t quite trust him in a military situation yet.
She wasn’t sure she did.
xxxxxx
“Hiya.”
Kate Heightmeyer looked up from her breakfast and saw Jack drop his own tray down in front of her and drop into the seat opposite. She swallowed and then cleared her throat. “Colonel, always good to see you. Was there something I could do for you?” She remembered all too well the stoic way he would sit through any sessions they had attempted. He hadn’t ever objected about going, but he hadn’t actually ever talked, protest through non-involvement.
“Well, I’m still getting that crazy vibe from a few people and thought it was probably time I actually stopped kicking my own ass and bite the bullet, so to speak.”
“I’m not sure I follow,” Kate said, lowering her spoon to the table warily.
“I’m saying I’m ready. Hit me with your head shrinkage.” Jack made a ‘give it to me’ gesture with his hands, before tucking into his own cereal, or the grains and pieces of dried fruit the Athosians had cobbled together as a halfway decent cereal alternative.
“Oh, well, if you want to make a time to come to my office-“
Jack made a noise and tipped back in his chair, rubbing his stomach. “See, there’s my problem. If I actually come and see you then it means that I’m, you know, seeing you.”
“Isn’t that what you want?”
“Not exactly. If I come and see you then I’m in… therapy, and I just can’t go there. This way-“ Jack gestured between them with a hand, still holding his spoon and managing to flick Kate’s top with droplets of milk substitute. “We’re just two people having breakfast.”
“Uh… fantastic.” Kate sighed. She sat up a little straighter in her chair and dug a huge spoonful of her own porridge, gesturing at Jack with it. “So, tell me about your mother.” At Jack’s stony glare, Kate grinned and held up her hands in surrender.
“Sorry, little therapy humour. Okay, how about you start?”
Part Six
Title: Red Sky At Dawn - Part Five
Author: Kellifer_fic
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis, that is,
pegasus_bRating: Mild (later chapters mature)
Disclaimer: I don't own any of these characters. They come from the SciFi Original Series Stargate:Atlantis. Don't own, don't sue!
Summary - “At first I thought they were offering you in exchange for information.” Ronon’s face was carefully neutral, but Daniel knew every reaction he had was being carefully weighed and measured. He wasn’t quite sure what Ronon meant and was about to ask, when it hit him.
“It’ll be an act of good faith.”
Daniel was back in Ronon’s cell. The man was pacing like a caged tiger and Daniel could imagine that that would be how he would feel. He finally paused and took a moment to look at Daniel, that puzzling-out expression back on his face.
“Look, I want to get you released, but you’ve got to give me something,” Daniel spread his hands in supplication.
Ronon sighed heavily and then shrugged. He reached a hand up behind himself, dug around in his hair and brought forth a small but wicked looking blade. He palmed it carefully for a few moments, before shrugging again and offering it to Daniel, hilt first.
Daniel canted his head and raised an eyebrow.
“Fine,” Ronon grumbled.
Three more blades were produced and Daniel, watching the whole proceedings carefully, still couldn’t have said for certain where they came from. “Is that it?” He prompted. Ronon nodded somberly and although Daniel didn’t really believe him, he knew it was a step in the right direction.
“Why did they send you down?” Ronon asked, finally relinquishing his pacing and lowering himself to the floor. Two chairs had been brought into the cell but Ronon had merely circled them warily, before dismissing them completely. Daniel, ever the student of human behavior, mirrored Ronon’s action.
“I guess they thought I would be more reassuring,” Daniel shrugged, a gentle lift of one shoulder. Ronon regarded him with dark eyes and Daniel fought the urge to fidget under that weighty glare. Never a recalcitrant man himself, Daniel still knew how to deal with them and simply waited for Ronon to speak his mind. He was curious about something and Daniel didn’t want to lead him, hoping instead Ronon would reveal information naturally and without feeling like he had been questioned.
“Hmm,” Ronon quirked an eyebrow. “I just figured that your people were unusually perceptive.”
Daniel blinked. “How so?”
“At first I thought they were offering you in exchange for information.” Ronon’s face was carefully neutral, but Daniel knew every reaction he had was being carefully weighed and measured. He wasn’t quite sure what Ronon meant and was about to ask, when it hit him.
“Oh…ah…no, no, nothing like that.” Daniel exclaimed in a rush and felt heat travel up his throat and flood across his cheeks. He ducked his head and flapped his hands. “We don’t… I mean, our military wouldn’t, we just wouldn’t do that.”
There was a smirk on Ronon’s face and Daniel wasn’t entirely sure if he was just being messed with, but then Ronon canted his head. “Wouldn’t be the first time, but it’s usually a pretty woman placed in the cell to get information.”
Daniel grimaced. “No, nothing like that. I’m just for … talking.”
Ronon sighed and stood, rolling his shoulders. “No, you’re just the nice face they put on the news that you’re not going to release me.”
Daniel was stunned. He opened his mouth and then closed it with a snap. It was true, Elizabeth had explained to him exactly why Ronon was not going to be able to be set free and while Daniel agreed in principle, he was having a hard time with it morally. Such was his life, he supposed. “We’re not ruling it out completely,” he offered, knowing it sounded lame to his own ears.
“Did they tell you how to say prisoner without making it sound like I’m a captive, because that would be a neat trick.”
“You’re not a captive,” Daniel protested. “We should be able to let you get out of this cell soon and then you can have free run of the city, within limits.”
“It’s just a bigger cage,” Ronon said, turning his back on Daniel, effectively dismissing him.
It was only as Daniel was trudging up the brig stairs, feeling like he had failed on some epic level, that some of what Ronon had said played back in his mind.
… but it’s usually a pretty woman placed in the cell to get information.
… just figured that your people were unusually perceptive
Daniel halted on the stairs, breathing rapidly. He saw Chee lean down, looking at him with worry creasing his brow. “You okay Doctor J?”
Daniel let out a shaky bark of laughter and flapped a hand.
“Fine, perfectly fine.”
xxxxxx
“Just check out if the Wraith are still there and then come right back,” Elizabeth said, eyeing the team before her. It was actually a mish-mash of their usual away team configuration but Elizabeth figured they needed it going to a planet where they actually knew Wraith were likely to be present.
John was standing with hands resting on top of his P-90, looking his usual jovial, relaxed self. Elizabeth checked that. Actually it had been a long time since John had looked that way and she wondered if he had finally found a balance. Teyla stood beside him, wearing matching offworld gear. She’d been given a helmet and had eyed it suspiciously until John had taken it out of her hands and tossed it aside.
Frakes and Chee, the two youngest marines in the city, were practically bouncing on their heels with pent up excitement. Elizabeth was loathe to let them go, but knew the group needed a more military presence if they ran into trouble. Teresa stood beside them, tapping her fingers on the top of her own P-90. When they vibrated too close to her, she turned her sharp gaze on them and they both subsided.
Rodney made up the last member of the team and was struggling with his backpack as he entered the ‘gateroom, grumbling about an experiment he’d had to leave in the middle of to be there. Once he’d stopped fussing, however, Elizabeth had to admit that he looked more comfortable in his BDUs than when they’d first arrived. He was full of grim determination and although people could sometimes make the mistake of thinking him ridiculous, Elizabeth never would.
Jack stood at her side and she could feel his glower. He’d requested to go but she had pointed out that it was reckless to send both of their senior military officers into a possibly volatile situation.
He’d understood her logic, but she knew he would be suspicious that she still didn’t quite trust him in a military situation yet.
She wasn’t sure she did.
xxxxxx
“Hiya.”
Kate Heightmeyer looked up from her breakfast and saw Jack drop his own tray down in front of her and drop into the seat opposite. She swallowed and then cleared her throat. “Colonel, always good to see you. Was there something I could do for you?” She remembered all too well the stoic way he would sit through any sessions they had attempted. He hadn’t ever objected about going, but he hadn’t actually ever talked, protest through non-involvement.
“Well, I’m still getting that crazy vibe from a few people and thought it was probably time I actually stopped kicking my own ass and bite the bullet, so to speak.”
“I’m not sure I follow,” Kate said, lowering her spoon to the table warily.
“I’m saying I’m ready. Hit me with your head shrinkage.” Jack made a ‘give it to me’ gesture with his hands, before tucking into his own cereal, or the grains and pieces of dried fruit the Athosians had cobbled together as a halfway decent cereal alternative.
“Oh, well, if you want to make a time to come to my office-“
Jack made a noise and tipped back in his chair, rubbing his stomach. “See, there’s my problem. If I actually come and see you then it means that I’m, you know, seeing you.”
“Isn’t that what you want?”
“Not exactly. If I come and see you then I’m in… therapy, and I just can’t go there. This way-“ Jack gestured between them with a hand, still holding his spoon and managing to flick Kate’s top with droplets of milk substitute. “We’re just two people having breakfast.”
“Uh… fantastic.” Kate sighed. She sat up a little straighter in her chair and dug a huge spoonful of her own porridge, gesturing at Jack with it. “So, tell me about your mother.” At Jack’s stony glare, Kate grinned and held up her hands in surrender.
“Sorry, little therapy humour. Okay, how about you start?”
Part Six
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