[For Jennifer]

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Ronon was being followed. It wasn't his years of tracking that allowed him to realise this because his tail was being entirely obvious. It was someone he didn't know and they were short, winged and ill tempered. The messenger - as he claimed to be had been following Ronon all the way from the compound to New Atlantis insisting he had a message for Ronon.

"Don't want it." Ronon told them and lengthened his stride which the messenger was hard pressed to keep up with. It was heart shaped. Ronon wanted no part of whatever island trick this was - he was getting married in less than a week.

The messenger did not give up though and he tackled Ronon waving the valentine determinedly. Or rather he tackled Ronon's leg. Ronon shook the surly cupid free and told him. "Go away."

When it launched at him again he felt entirely justified in pulling his gun and stunning the chubby winged pest. It would have made for a more peaceful journey to New Atlantis - if he hadn't been nearly there already.

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Jennifer knew what it was when he slipped it into her hand, but she held it for a minute before looking at it, because the metal was still warm from being in his pocket, close to his body. It was like holding a little piece of him.

When she finally opened her hand and looked at it, she made a breathless little sound. "It's beautiful," she said, looking up at him. "Where did you get it?"

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Her reaction lets him know he did the right thing by giving the ring to her now. He wouldn't have wanted to share that look with anyone - not even those they were close to.

"I made it," Ronon said and because it was Jennifer and he loved her and because she had asked him more times than he'd wanted to answer if he was sure about including Satedan traditions in their wedding. "I wanted to - on Sateda, you have to make a betrothal gift yourself." Ronon had mangled half a dozen attempts before he got the hand of it. But gold melted and the jewels had survived and nothing would have made him seek out anyone else on the island who had more experience. He wanted to do it himself.

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"It's lovely," she assured him, slipping it on her finger. Of course, it fit; Ronon was good about noticing things like that.

She leaned up on her toes and kissed him. "Thank you," she said quietly. "I love you."