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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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Kaylee still liked to be out in the cold sometimes, she had devoted a lot of time to the clothing box and so had her own set of warm winter clothing; including a thick, foresty-green parka with a faux fur lined hood - some days she just felt too guilty admiring how soft and warm the fur coat Robin had given her was ..and how it must have kept the animal so warm, and at least the animal in question wasn't cold, but that would be because it was dead. That was a train of thought that could ruin a snow sculpting afternoon, really it could. There were Polar Bears to be mindful of, and other large snow animals, but Kaylee thought she night build one today.

She heard someone calling out, not her name - but clearly they were sort of worried, and maybe cross and so Kaylee abandoned the four stumps of snow that were a polar bear's legs, and trod on the crunchy snow to see someone coming her way, she darted out at a hurry to catch him before he sprinted past, calling out to try get his attention. Not that she was sure she knew a Jennifer, but if need be she could at least give him some direction if need be.

At four months pregnant, Teyla could still jog each day, at least for a while longer. With what she had learned the week before, she found her peace broken in a way it had not been in a very long time. Because of that, even in the snow, she found herself out each morning, running along paths and through the woods.

Coming across the body of a Wraith had not been expected. It was a surprise that was extremely unwelcome.

At first she thought it was only a vision, again. That this was in her mind only. After all she had learned and seen this was not something that she was prepared for in any way.

She froze.

It had taken Brendan an embarrassingly long time to acknowledge, and then accept, the fact that Ronon had disappeared. Nearly two months to be exact. He had heard, of course, about how people on the island disappeared all the time - all of a sudden and without warning. And it wasn't like they just vanished, either, but their things, their personal belongings, all went with them.

It had hit like a punch to the gut when Brendan finally took as truth what everyone else had long since known: Ronon was gone. Just gone.

What had followed had been a long period of sulking and hibernating in his hut, face down in his bed, feeling like some kind of lovesick teenager. But Brendan couldn't help it. Ronon had been his friend. His best friend even! In both worlds! And now he was just an empty bed on the other side of their shared hut, and ... well, Little Ronon. There was always Little Ronon.

Brendan was still feeling a little bit down, kicking clumps of snow as he walked, when he noticed tracks. They were still fresh and big, wide-spaced. He stood still for a moment, just staring at them. He hadn't been on the island very long, so the snow was new to him, and snow encased footprints different than sand for sure, but John recognized them anyway.

"No damn way." Brendan let his eyes trace them through the woods for a moment, until he couldn't see them any more, before jogging lightly along side of them, then breaking out into a full out run. It wasn't very long until he saw him up ahead, huge and familiar, and -

"RONON!" Brendan yelled happily, and really - he felt like his heart was going to burst.

Jennifer was doing something that was actually a bit silly, but she'd never really had time to do it before.

She was building a snowman.

It was partly out of boredom, and partly out of the fact that she'd always been too busy studying or something to take the time to just play in the snow, and partly because the snow reminded her of home, but whatever the reason, she was out in the drifts out back of her hut in New Atlantis, rolling snow into big balls. She had the body put together, and was decorating the face with bits of seashell when she saw a looming shadow fall across the snow and turned to see Ronon standing there.

"Oh, hey, Ronon," she said, not really knowing what else to say yet. She was glad to see him, of course, but she hadn't had enough experience with island arrivals yet to know what the best way to handle this was--at least, she thought he was a new arrival, though knowing the island who could tell?

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Carson was out clearing his head. Ever since they'd told Teyla about what had been found on Michael's wraith device, he'd felt unsettled. Even with it being the holiday season, he hadn't gotten much peace of mind.

He mind must have wandered a bit while he walked, because that was likely the only excuse for him not noticing the scene ahead of him until he'd almost run straight into it.

Ronon. And dead wraith. He knew there'd been wraith on the island before, over a year ago, but didn't know that they might have returned. Or that Ronon might have returned, for that matter.

"What on Earth's goin' on here?" He asked.

All-in-all, for being accustomed to Atlantis' mild weather, and the island's warmer weather, she felt she was doing fairly well with the Russian winter that had so suddenly arrived only a few weeks before. It was helpful to hear that this would only last for a few more days, as well, but all the same...she could hold a measure of personal pride at functioning perfectly well outside.

Even if she did seem to be wearing more now than she did when she was studying the Ancient outpost on Antarctica.

Elizabeth was just headed out of New Atlantis toward the Compound, when she spotted an unmistakable figure in the snow ahead. It took a few moments to recognize that it was, indeed, Ronon--despite her belief that he had vanished not long ago.

When she did speak, there was still a portion of disbelief in her voice. "Ronon?"

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