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Dancing On Air
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Stargate: SG-1 › Stargate Atlantis
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
8
Views:
2,367
Reviews:
4
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0
Currently Reading:
0
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I do not own Stargate Atlantis, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Explanations of A Relationship, and the Beginnings of a New One
disclaimer- I in no way own the Stargate Atlantis television show. That, I believe, is the property of SciFi Channel and Jonathon Glassner. Rose is mine however- So if you wanna borrow her, ask first.
Ronon hated the feeling. He was sitting in a high-backed chair, his hands stretching out towards the table on which a formal place setting was laid out, his shoulders tied back to the chair with a brightly colored silk scarf. He knew that he could break the pseudo-bondage if he wished it, but the way that irritating woman had looked at him as she tied his shoulders flat discouraged that idea.
He grasped one of the implements, holding it in a grasping hold. A hand reached down to him, carefully manipulating his fingers to grasp the fork correctly, then have him set it down, and guide his fingers to the fork on the outside of the rest of the forks.
“A general rule on formal eating is to start on the outside of the implements, then work inward.” Rose McKay smiled at him, dressed in a rather billowing caftan in a blue that complimented her hair. “And if that fails, look to your dinner partner, and copy them.”
“How many times have you done this?” Ronon asked, watching Rose smile politely.
“My grandmother first started tutoring me at the age of three. Rodney as well. Our parents were socially active, and to them, we were great assets. We were taught that children were to be seen, and never heard- the result of that is that Rodney talks as much as possible.” She patted him reassuringly. “I’ve taught manners before, several times.”
“How did you get stuck with this job?” Ronon asked, carefully taking a bite, using his fork, from the leafy green ‘salad’ on his plate.
“Rodney’s special skills, from our bonding, are telekinesis, and a gift for telling different metals apart. He also has a small amount of resistance to heat and electricity emissions. However, my gifts prevented me from attending university. Telepathy and precognition, not to mention empathy, I couldn’t control them through college, the number of minds, would have driven me insane.”
“Then why accept the Atlantis offer?” Ronon lifted an eyebrow as he set down the fork, and the salad plate was lifted away by some young Marine that had been harnessed into this farce of eating. “And why do your people make you eat so- slowly!?” He added the next part with a hint of exasperation.
“I think that the slowly part is so when one is eating with ones enemies, one can avoid being rude to them by strategically interrupting your speech to eat.” Rose said with a grin. “I used to have to manipulate my twin bond with Rodney to shut him up at the dinner table- not that it worked, Mother and Father kicked him out when we were sixteen. I followed him. Rodney and I spent the next few years alternately living on the streets or at a home for unwanted teens. Rodney and I finished High School, and he applied to University. He got in, earned a scholarship, I sold some of my grandmother’s jewelry to pay for the rest, and worked two jobs to keep us at an apartment, eating. I took the Atlantis mission because I didn’t want Rodney to be all alone. He forgets to eat, forgets to sleep when left alone.”
Ronon hated the feeling. He was sitting in a high-backed chair, his hands stretching out towards the table on which a formal place setting was laid out, his shoulders tied back to the chair with a brightly colored silk scarf. He knew that he could break the pseudo-bondage if he wished it, but the way that irritating woman had looked at him as she tied his shoulders flat discouraged that idea.
He grasped one of the implements, holding it in a grasping hold. A hand reached down to him, carefully manipulating his fingers to grasp the fork correctly, then have him set it down, and guide his fingers to the fork on the outside of the rest of the forks.
“A general rule on formal eating is to start on the outside of the implements, then work inward.” Rose McKay smiled at him, dressed in a rather billowing caftan in a blue that complimented her hair. “And if that fails, look to your dinner partner, and copy them.”
“How many times have you done this?” Ronon asked, watching Rose smile politely.
“My grandmother first started tutoring me at the age of three. Rodney as well. Our parents were socially active, and to them, we were great assets. We were taught that children were to be seen, and never heard- the result of that is that Rodney talks as much as possible.” She patted him reassuringly. “I’ve taught manners before, several times.”
“How did you get stuck with this job?” Ronon asked, carefully taking a bite, using his fork, from the leafy green ‘salad’ on his plate.
“Rodney’s special skills, from our bonding, are telekinesis, and a gift for telling different metals apart. He also has a small amount of resistance to heat and electricity emissions. However, my gifts prevented me from attending university. Telepathy and precognition, not to mention empathy, I couldn’t control them through college, the number of minds, would have driven me insane.”
“Then why accept the Atlantis offer?” Ronon lifted an eyebrow as he set down the fork, and the salad plate was lifted away by some young Marine that had been harnessed into this farce of eating. “And why do your people make you eat so- slowly!?” He added the next part with a hint of exasperation.
“I think that the slowly part is so when one is eating with ones enemies, one can avoid being rude to them by strategically interrupting your speech to eat.” Rose said with a grin. “I used to have to manipulate my twin bond with Rodney to shut him up at the dinner table- not that it worked, Mother and Father kicked him out when we were sixteen. I followed him. Rodney and I spent the next few years alternately living on the streets or at a home for unwanted teens. Rodney and I finished High School, and he applied to University. He got in, earned a scholarship, I sold some of my grandmother’s jewelry to pay for the rest, and worked two jobs to keep us at an apartment, eating. I took the Atlantis mission because I didn’t want Rodney to be all alone. He forgets to eat, forgets to sleep when left alone.”