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Ronon would never have said it to Heightmeyer or the woman who eventually replaced her who he had also been obliged to talk to on occasion (for a given value of talk). But every time he ran, every time he shifted his posture, picked up the pace and moved at speed, he could feel the Wraith at his back whether they were there or not. Running through the city levels with Sheppard, running through the buildings of Earth that mirrored Sateda just enough to make him think, racing back to the Jumper laying down cover fire. Ronon could feel the adrenaline race through him, his hands itching for a weapon even when he was already holding one. Ronon was no longer a runner – but he became one every time he ran. He'd mostly stopped wondering if that would ever change.

However it was not inaccurate to say that even now long after he has stopped being a runner that the Wraith had often been at his back. Right now - as he dodged through the empty corridors of the Daedalus trying not to think of Jennifer's stubborn, stupid sacrifice which he should have seen coming - that was certainly the case. Todd would kill her, Ronon was sure. Never trust a Wraith and right now Ronon had had enough of running as he had so many times before. He would stand, he would fight, Wraith would die and as he listened to the footsteps of drones and a prisoner, he realised he could do a little more good at the same time.

He ducked into an armoury and grabbed a extra gun.

The next bit was more complicated but whatever the reason for the design, the hand holds in the ceiling were thankfully obvious. He clambered up bracing himself. Now it was just a matter of waiting and he did not have long endure inactivity long. He shot quickly as he swung down before the orientation of the angle could confuse his aim and handed the spare gun off to Jennifer, dampening down his surprised relief that she wasn't dead because there were still drones coming.

Then there weren't. There weren't live drones. There wasn't Jennifer. There was no more Daedalus. There were trees, there was snow on the ground, two prone Wraith drones and the gun he had handed her lying on the jungle floor. One Wraith twitched and instinctively he put another blast of energy into it before bending to check they both were dead. He snatched up the machine gun and examined the area. There were no tracks. None. Snow normally made tracking easy - and this didn't look that freshly fallen.

Ronon had never seen Wraith tech that could do this and were normally incapable of using anything ancestral. But there was little he put past them even this had been an odd moment to try it. Todd had already betrayed them.

"Jennifer?" he called, first outloud and then into his static filled ear piece, receiving no response. He shivered, shrugged, armed his energy weapon picked a direction and set off at pace. Running again.

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"My son," she repeated his words, using the time to think on what he said. "I do not understand."

"I come from when the child you carry is already born," Ronon said, not understanding why she did not understand. "He's a fine healthy boy,"

Ronon knew better than to share the circumstances of the birth with a pregnant woman - unless she asked. "And Kanaan was restored with the rest of your people," he added in an attempt at reassurance.

"Kanaan?" That caused even more of a sharp look. She and Kanaan had once had something between them, but that had been many years before when they were both much younger. It seemed they had much to talk of. "This is not Kanaan's child, Ronon. Perhaps I should take you back to New Atlantis."

As much as Ronon respected Teyla's choice and found this turn of events baffling, there was the thought that the child not being Kanaan's might not be the worst thing - Michael would no longer want him as much if only one of his parents had the gift. "Okay," he said, "do people go home from here?" If she was from far enough back in time he could warn her of Michael and his attempts to take Torren - in case the change of father wasn't enough.

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She was still in a certain amount of shock from hearing his news. It did not stop her from pulling off her scarf to mark the trees the Wraith were nearest to, "they will have to be disposed of," she explained, sure that he would have realised what she was doing already.

"This place makes little sense. People come from many times and places. I am sure Rodney can explain his theories to you on the matter, if you would like," that at least brought a smile to her face, small though it was. She wanted more information from him, but it could wait for the moment, "people arrive, and people leave, but with no control over the events. John has been here three years now."

Ronon would probably have remembered the spot but then he had no idea how often it snowed and he knew how that could change the landscape. "I'll deal with them," he said - and he would as soon as everything else was dealt with.

But he was unprepared for her next words, "three years," he repeated - it was not the sort of thing Teyla would joke about, but three years. He looked at her clearly hoping he'd heard wrong.

"Three years," she said it again, unsure of what else exactly she could say about it. It bothered her still, some days. "Carson the same. Myself for nearly two. You were here, but you vanished, as many do."

Ronon did not remember that but he would not - could not doubt Teyla. "I'm back now," he said. And he had no intention of going anywhere without the rest of the team.