Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Category/Rated: Gen, G
Year/Length: 2008/ ~450 words
Disclaimer: Not mine, no profit, only having fun.
Prompt: mer!Rodney 'verse, Meeting Ronon and his reaction (non-reaction?) to Meredydd.
The first time Rodney meets Ronon, Rodney happens to be hanging upside down by his ankle. They don't really get to talk much, not that Rodney had been in any mood to speak a language the other man would have understood. Rodney had been pissed off to holy hell, every spine out, hissing and furious. At the time he hadn't thought very much about it.
He continues not thinking very much about it back on Atlantis. People sometimes react badly to realizing that he's not human, but he doesn't have time to worry about the opinion of the strange man that John has apparently adopted. Many of the new arrivals from Earth are much bigger problems, and some of them make Rodney nervous.
He doesn't want to have to hurt any of the people that he lives with on Atlantis, but they don't seem to realize that their threatening behavior is putting them in danger. When they bump into him intentionally in the halls it takes a lot of effort for Rodney to keep his spines in, especially when more and more he is tempted to just not.
So Rodney doesn't particularly worry about Ronon knowing what he is. He barely sees the man, though John apparently wants Ronon to be on their team. Therefore, Rodney's slightly surprised when Ronon sits down across from him in the mess one day, reaches out, and grabs Rodney's wrist.
Rodney hisses automatically, spines raising all around Ronon's hand. It's so hard to keep the ones below Ronon's grip from extending, but he doesn't want to kill anyone, and he knows too well how deadly his poison is to the humans.
Ronon asks, "What are you?" gruff and abrupt, staring at the membrane between Rodney's fingers. He looks more openly curious than upset, and Rodney relaxes just a little. Oddly enough, he doesn't feel threatened by Ronon. It possibly has something to do with the fact that Ronon isn't squeezing Rodney's wrist, or twisting at Rodney's skin. He's just touching.
Rodney has to search for the right words for just a moment, resisting the urge to answer in his native language. He finally manages, "I'm a scientist," because that's what he is here, and that should be the important thing.
For a long moment Ronon is silent, and then he nods, grunting and releasing Rodney's wrist. Then Ronon is reaching out, taking half of Rodney's sandwich right off of his tray and shoving half of it into his mouth. It reminds Rodney of Ford so sharply that it hurts.
Rodney shakes himself, sliding the rest of the tray over towards Ronon. Maybe John was right to want to include to man on their team.
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