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tidal_raceTitle: Maybe
Rating: G
Author:writerrising
Summary: Ronan Dex drabble.
Spoilers: Just as long as you know who Ronan is you should be fine.
A/N My first Ronan fic, it's un-beta'd but should be pretty error free.
A/N2: This is also part of thewildwest_lantis community. Go to its user profile for a rundown on the universe.
Atlantis, Colorado is a small town, much like every town he and Sheppard have traveled through in their hunt for the Wraith. It’s got potential, but he’s seen any number of towns just like it dry up and blow away. Yet, Sheppard has lingered far longer than necessary. True, Atlantis has been attacked, seems to be in the middle of the storm that’s building and is bound to be attacked again, but never before have they waited. They have pursued. It galls him the way Sheppard continuously dismisses his questions about when they will move on. Their injuries have long healed.
But he has also never seen his friend smile quite like he does when the tall mercantile owner Elizabeth Weir is mentioned. Sure, Sheppard’s always had a weakness for a pretty face, Chaya had almost gotten them killed, but he’s never lingered around a respectable woman for so long. And Elizabeth is the epitome of respectable in Atlantis. Some days he wonders if the woman’s corset could be laced any tighter. Now, Vala, there’s a woman with some spirit. It’s too bad that school teacher Jackson is too much a fool to see it.
So he waits, because Sheppard might have finally found a place to call home. For all his cockiness and bravado that‘s all John really wants; peace, safety, a good woman, and a place to call his own. He’ll be a good father and raise his sons to be good upstanding men.
And when that time comes Ronan will move on, just as he’s always known he would. Already he’s already gotten too used to the company. He takes for granted that there will be somebody to have his back. There will be no peace for him, no place to call home. He is not John Sheppard and he has no greater destiny. He has only one thing to accomplish before he dies, and that is to see every last drop of Wraith blood spilled. Then, maybe, the spirits of the murdered will be able to rest, maybe then his spirit will be able to rest.
And maybe, just maybe, he will be forgiven.
Rating: G
Author:
writerrisingSummary: Ronan Dex drabble.
Spoilers: Just as long as you know who Ronan is you should be fine.
A/N My first Ronan fic, it's un-beta'd but should be pretty error free.
A/N2: This is also part of the
wildwest_lantis community. Go to its user profile for a rundown on the universe.Atlantis, Colorado is a small town, much like every town he and Sheppard have traveled through in their hunt for the Wraith. It’s got potential, but he’s seen any number of towns just like it dry up and blow away. Yet, Sheppard has lingered far longer than necessary. True, Atlantis has been attacked, seems to be in the middle of the storm that’s building and is bound to be attacked again, but never before have they waited. They have pursued. It galls him the way Sheppard continuously dismisses his questions about when they will move on. Their injuries have long healed.
But he has also never seen his friend smile quite like he does when the tall mercantile owner Elizabeth Weir is mentioned. Sure, Sheppard’s always had a weakness for a pretty face, Chaya had almost gotten them killed, but he’s never lingered around a respectable woman for so long. And Elizabeth is the epitome of respectable in Atlantis. Some days he wonders if the woman’s corset could be laced any tighter. Now, Vala, there’s a woman with some spirit. It’s too bad that school teacher Jackson is too much a fool to see it.
So he waits, because Sheppard might have finally found a place to call home. For all his cockiness and bravado that‘s all John really wants; peace, safety, a good woman, and a place to call his own. He’ll be a good father and raise his sons to be good upstanding men.
And when that time comes Ronan will move on, just as he’s always known he would. Already he’s already gotten too used to the company. He takes for granted that there will be somebody to have his back. There will be no peace for him, no place to call home. He is not John Sheppard and he has no greater destiny. He has only one thing to accomplish before he dies, and that is to see every last drop of Wraith blood spilled. Then, maybe, the spirits of the murdered will be able to rest, maybe then his spirit will be able to rest.
And maybe, just maybe, he will be forgiven.
