And yet..., Stargate Atlantis, G
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phantismaFandom: Stargate Atlantis
Title: And Yet...l
Charcater: Ronon Dex
Rating: G
Word Count: 514
Summary: Ronon, after Atlantis returns to Earth...
A/Ns & Warnings: So that second card for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
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ladywinchester picked the SGA fandom for five prompts from that card. This is the third of those five prompts. Written for my second card for angst_bingo.
He wonders sometimes if he just…walked away, would anyone even notice?
They don't need him now. Not like they did.
At first Sheppard tried. He'd come by, they'd go for drinks and talk about the old days. He pulled some strings, got Ronon a place to stay, a job.
But he didn't come around as much anymore. Busy on his new assignment, half way around the world. And the job was a joke.
Ronon feels naked in the clothes they make him wear, no weapon at his side. He feels useless and alone.
He would drive for hours to find a place that reminded him of home. Even a little.
Teyla still comes around some, though her attention is always divided with the kid. Like him, she was an alien on American soil, but she has her family to keep her from feeling alone.
He had seen McKay once since they had landed Atlantis on Earth. Ronon had been called in to Stargate command for a debriefing and Rodney had been there, complaining about everything.
Ronon smirks into his beer at the memory. It wouldn't be McKay if he wasn't complaining about something.
He actually sees Lorne from time to time. They live in the same neighborhood and they wave, talk a little when they run into each other at the grocery store.
Colonel Carter came to see him a few weeks after he got the house, checking in to make sure he's adjusting, asking if he needed anything. He hasn't seen her since.
He's already resigned himself to never seeing the familiar things he's known his whole life, and on the upside there are no Wraith hunting him down here. There are things to like on this little planet, and honestly it isn't all that different than it had been on Sateda before the Wraith came.
It just isn't home.
He isn't sure it ever would be.
And this life…it isn't what he wants.
He needs more.
He finishes the beer and turns off the hockey game. He walks to the bedroom and opens a drawer, pulling out the leather pants and tunic. He strips slowly and dresses in the old clothes, the cling of the leather a welcome embrace.
He pulls out the boots and slips his feet into them, closing his eyes to savor the feeling of himself…as if he's putting on his old self with the clothes. It is comfortable and familiar, and it reminds him of a time when what he did, who he was, mattered.
He's fairly certain that he doesn't mean to do anything…just put on the familiar clothes. He's pretty sure he has no intention of even going outside dressed like this.
And yet, he finds himself on the street, looking around himself. He looks back at the house, at the open front door and he wonders for a minute how he could ever have lived there.
It isn't him.
He thinks about that as he starts to walk. He's not going anywhere, just walking. He's not leaving. Not looking to disappear…not really.
And yet….
Title: And Yet...l
Charcater: Ronon Dex
Rating: G
Word Count: 514
Summary: Ronon, after Atlantis returns to Earth...
A/Ns & Warnings: So that second card for
angst_bingo Yeah...ladywinchester picked the SGA fandom for five prompts from that card. This is the third of those five prompts. Written for my second card for angst_bingo.He wonders sometimes if he just…walked away, would anyone even notice?
They don't need him now. Not like they did.
At first Sheppard tried. He'd come by, they'd go for drinks and talk about the old days. He pulled some strings, got Ronon a place to stay, a job.
But he didn't come around as much anymore. Busy on his new assignment, half way around the world. And the job was a joke.
Ronon feels naked in the clothes they make him wear, no weapon at his side. He feels useless and alone.
He would drive for hours to find a place that reminded him of home. Even a little.
Teyla still comes around some, though her attention is always divided with the kid. Like him, she was an alien on American soil, but she has her family to keep her from feeling alone.
He had seen McKay once since they had landed Atlantis on Earth. Ronon had been called in to Stargate command for a debriefing and Rodney had been there, complaining about everything.
Ronon smirks into his beer at the memory. It wouldn't be McKay if he wasn't complaining about something.
He actually sees Lorne from time to time. They live in the same neighborhood and they wave, talk a little when they run into each other at the grocery store.
Colonel Carter came to see him a few weeks after he got the house, checking in to make sure he's adjusting, asking if he needed anything. He hasn't seen her since.
He's already resigned himself to never seeing the familiar things he's known his whole life, and on the upside there are no Wraith hunting him down here. There are things to like on this little planet, and honestly it isn't all that different than it had been on Sateda before the Wraith came.
It just isn't home.
He isn't sure it ever would be.
And this life…it isn't what he wants.
He needs more.
He finishes the beer and turns off the hockey game. He walks to the bedroom and opens a drawer, pulling out the leather pants and tunic. He strips slowly and dresses in the old clothes, the cling of the leather a welcome embrace.
He pulls out the boots and slips his feet into them, closing his eyes to savor the feeling of himself…as if he's putting on his old self with the clothes. It is comfortable and familiar, and it reminds him of a time when what he did, who he was, mattered.
He's fairly certain that he doesn't mean to do anything…just put on the familiar clothes. He's pretty sure he has no intention of even going outside dressed like this.
And yet, he finds himself on the street, looking around himself. He looks back at the house, at the open front door and he wonders for a minute how he could ever have lived there.
It isn't him.
He thinks about that as he starts to walk. He's not going anywhere, just walking. He's not leaving. Not looking to disappear…not really.
And yet….
