Dancing On Air

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She cornered him in the lunchroom, her twin’s annoying ranting having snapped her last nerves. Her target was sitting in a corner, bent over his food, using his fingers to shovel in the food. She stalked over to the man, who peered up at her curiously. Then she grabbed his food up, and away from him.
“Who’re you?” He asked, dark eyes suspicious. “Why’d you take my food?”
“Rose McKay, the woman who is going to teach you Earth-style manners, and polite conversation.”
“What do I need that for?” Ronon asked, his eyes going up the rounded woman’s form- well padded was definitely one way to describe the pest.
“My twin is Dr. Rodney McKay, and if he doesn’t shut up about your manners, I’m going to strangle him. With floss.” Ronon’s eyebrow inched upwards. “Rodney and I are what is referred to as linked twins. If we wish to, and sometimes if we don’t, Rodney and I can communicate in each other’s mind. And he’s been complaining. And I want him to shut up, so I can concentrate.”
“Concentrate?” Ronon had to ask; he’d never met the annoying doctor’s equally irritating sister before.
“I’m the expedition’s event organizer. Basically, I plan the group activities, organize the food and entertainment at the formal meetings between our Diplomatic Staff and that of other worlds. And we have a huge shindig coming up next week- with the Genii. They are still very brassed off at us, and we feel the same, but we are arranging a formal truce- for three months, where we agree not to fight with each other if we see each other.”
“The Genii?” Ronon knew about the meeting- all of SGA-1 had been invited, and Rodney had made some snide remarks. “What’s the story?”
“We were going to trade with them- turns out that their military is the only thing advanced about them, not to mention, its secret, they wanted to take Atlantis, and my twin- we refused, no trade, and they shoot on sight.” She grinned- with malicious intent. “The only reason we have to let them visit here is that they’ve recently come into some new technology- Wraith technology. Dr. Weir wishes to be given knowledge on that technology.”
“And what do you get out of training me?” Ronon asked, and winced when he saw the woman smile.
“Rodney is my twin, my elder twin, and he’s protective. He won’t let me go to the dinner, unless I find an escort- one strong enough to keep me safe if the Genii decide to bring weapons.”
“And I qualify.” Not a question, a statement. Ronon smiled at the woman, and decided. “Yes. You can train me in manners.”