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TITLE: Odysseus
SUMMARY: It's not home and can never be.
CATEGORY: Character study.
CHARACTERS: Ronon
SPOILERS: Well, kinda, sorta, not-quite spoilers for Sateda...although not technically since the ep hasn't shown...but if you don't know what happens in that ep, then don't read!
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lacenire who asked for a Ronon fic where he visits the village where the Satedan survivors have settled.
Odysseus
It's not home and never can be.
Ronon sees it in their eyes, hears it in their voices, knows it in his belly. They're okay for the moment, and it's enough. But it's not the same as being on Sateda.
He hunkers down among the survivors of his people, among men and women who speak in familiar patterns and rhythms, among people who don't look askance at him, or wonder what he's like in bed. He eats a meal of traditional flavours and drinks the brewed drinks with military men and women. Their ranks roll off his tongue with fluid ease, and he is Specialist Ronon Dex, once more.
But when the moon rises, a thin crescent of light, Teyla comes looking for him.
"Colonel Sheppard asks if you wish to stay with your people overnight."
He glances back at the village, at the light-brightened windows and the smell of the paghal leaves that lie in every Satedan drawer. He hears the kaneida's jerky rumble - a distant background noise - and the rise and fall of Satedan speech patterns in the cool, quiet night.
"No." He forces the word past his lips. "I'm going back to Atlantis."
Ronon's not home and never will be.
- fin -
SUMMARY: It's not home and can never be.
CATEGORY: Character study.
CHARACTERS: Ronon
SPOILERS: Well, kinda, sorta, not-quite spoilers for Sateda...although not technically since the ep hasn't shown...but if you don't know what happens in that ep, then don't read!
NOTES: Written for
lacenire who asked for a Ronon fic where he visits the village where the Satedan survivors have settled.Odysseus
It's not home and never can be.
Ronon sees it in their eyes, hears it in their voices, knows it in his belly. They're okay for the moment, and it's enough. But it's not the same as being on Sateda.
He hunkers down among the survivors of his people, among men and women who speak in familiar patterns and rhythms, among people who don't look askance at him, or wonder what he's like in bed. He eats a meal of traditional flavours and drinks the brewed drinks with military men and women. Their ranks roll off his tongue with fluid ease, and he is Specialist Ronon Dex, once more.
But when the moon rises, a thin crescent of light, Teyla comes looking for him.
"Colonel Sheppard asks if you wish to stay with your people overnight."
He glances back at the village, at the light-brightened windows and the smell of the paghal leaves that lie in every Satedan drawer. He hears the kaneida's jerky rumble - a distant background noise - and the rise and fall of Satedan speech patterns in the cool, quiet night.
"No." He forces the word past his lips. "I'm going back to Atlantis."
Ronon's not home and never will be.
- fin -
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