For Jennifer

[feltgoodthough]

It was dark in New Atlantis when Ronon got back from the compound after showering. He'd been for yet another late night run but he still wasn't sleeping much - not even for him. He looked at the circle of homes in the gloom and realised any one of them could be unexpectedly empty at any moment. He didn't like it. He'd never like it. Even on a wraith cull there would be the warning of the darts - here there was nothing.

He made his way to Jennifer's hut and listened carefully - he could hear her moving about so he assumed she was awake and he knocked quietly, waiting for her response.

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[feltgoodthough.livejournal.com]

Ronon knew what she meant, he felt like that after a fight not after a run. "Staring at the ceiling it is then," he teased her.

[dojustfine.livejournal.com]

"You know what I mean," she retorted, poking him in the arm. (She was going to have to be careful with that; a hard enough poke and her finger would just crumple.) "I don't have the energy for anything but sleep, but I'm not tired. Not really."

She didn't have much energy for teasing, either. When the attempt fell a little flat, it brought her back to why they were both so glum in the first place, and she hugged him tightly again, in earnest this time.