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Title:  Fireflies
Author:  jett-chan
Characters:  Ronon Dex/Evan Lorne, Dr. Keller
Rating:  PG-13(?)
Summary:  Lorne should have learned by now. Sparring with Ronon is hazardous to one's health.
Disclaimer:  *sno~rt* Yeah. Yeah, right.

Okay... I'm not really all the happy with this one. It was written after much poking and prodding from nelle_tenebre, so if you have the urge to throw vegetables at anyone, throw them her way.


“Fireflies…” Tiny lights flittered across his vision, and Major Evan Lorne had to wonder how someone ever could have confused them with stars. They reminded him of the little lightening bugs that used to glow behind his house on summer nights. He and his sister used to catch them carefully in the palms of their hands and put the insects against their shirts so they would cling to the fabric. Never once did they put them in jars or anything like that. Evan could remember a specific sleep walking incident where his sister actually thought he was awake. They snuck out of the house and leaned against the back door to watch the mini-light show. Soon a stray firefly flew their way and landed on his nose. Apparently he had fallen over (dead asleep again) and his sister screamed for their mother, saying the tiny bug had stolen his soul. It’s funny now…


He smiled slowly as he watched the lights begin to fade, fewer swimming before his eyes. A small chuckle escaped his lips and a large shadow fell over him.


“Lorne? Hey, man, you okay?” Ronon’s concerned tone of voice made Evan turn his head towards him. The larger man was looking at him like he had grown three heads. Evan laughed again, making Ronon that much more uneasy. It was an airy sound, as if he wasn’t quite there. Evan nodded as well as he could from his current position, flat on his back in the training room.


“I’m good. Firefly took my soul,” he said, trailing off into soft laughter, not realizing that Ronon didn’t get the joke. The lights were gone, leaving behind a dull ache in the back of his head and between his shoulders. He felt himself being lifted up into a sitting position, Ronon instantly taking his hands off him, as if he might break the major… again.


“Okay, look, just… just stay here, alright? I’m gonna go get Dr. Keller,” the Satedan said, urgency clear in his voice. Evan blinked at him in a confused manner.


“Why?” he asked. Ronon was almost standing when the major let the question fly, and he quickly knelt back down. He got eye level to Evan, talking slowly.


“I think I rattled your brain a bit too much. Just stay here, don’t close your eyes for too long, don’t get up at all, don’t-”


“But why get Dr. Keller? Nothing’s broken. At least, I don’t think so.” Evan began looking about himself, feeling in certain places. A large hand on his arm ended his search and he looked up. Ronon moved from a crouch to sit more comfortably next to the major. Evan watched, hands in lap, shoulders slouched.


“What was that about fireflies? ‘Cuz I don’t see one anywhere,” Ronon said, motioning to the rest of the room.


“You would if you body slammed yourself,” Evan said in all seriousness. Ronon’s brow shot up before the ex-runner began to laugh, shaking his head.


“Not sure even I could pull that off,” he said, amusement evident on his face. Evan shook his head.


“I don’t know. You’re a big guy. I bet you could manage it.” He stretched out a fist and lightly punched Ronon in the shoulder. A hand caught his wrist, holding his hand there. Evan looked up questioningly. Ronon’s face was serious again.


“You sure you’re okay?” he asked. The remaining fuzziness in Evan’s head started to dissipate, and he nodded slowly, staring at his wrist in the other man’s hand. The touch was gentle in contradiction to the man it was attached to.


“The firefly gave me back my soul,” he said. He felt Ronon tense and quickly added, “Just kidding.” He gave the Satedan an apologetic smile. “Remind me to tell you about my hometown sometime.” His companion sighed.


“I really think you should see Keller. You’re not making any damn sense.” Ronon stood up again, pulling on Evan’s wrist to indicate he should get up too. The major took it slowly, his back popping at he straightened it. Then a thought hit him. He looked up to the other mind, a look of realization spreading across his face.


“I’m not, am I? Anything I say and do right now will make no sense.” With that he raised his free hand and placed it on the back of Ronon’s neck and pulled him down. Ronon only had a split second to look shocked as the major pressed his lips against the other’s. It wasn’t a light kiss, but it wasn’t crushing either. A fair amount of pressure glued their mouths together as Evan lightly licked the bottom lip he caught between his teeth. Ronon’s hand that wasn’t already holding Evan’s wrist lifted to grab onto the smaller man’s waist, pulling him closer. He pushed his tongue past Evan’s lips, driving the kiss deeper. The hand at Evan’s waist moved to push aside the shirt, feeling the skin underneath. He finally released the wrist he had captured and it joined his other under Evan’s shirt.


Evan used his newly freed hand to grip Ronon’s arm. The fleeting thought of Just what the hell am I doing? ran through his head before Ronon’s hands slid a little higher and suddenly he didn’t care.




Evan sat on Dr. Keller’s examining table, a goofy smile plastered on his face as she shined her pen light into his eyes.


“Well, Major, I doubt there’ll be any permanent damage. However, this is the third time this month you’ve come in with training injuries. Perhaps you should try finding someone else to be your partner…?” Dr. Keller’s suggestion trailed off, a concerned pout upon her lips. Evan suppressed a laughed and merely grinned wider.


“Oh, no, ma’am. I’m quite satisfied with the one I have now, thanks. Be expecting me again!” He hopped off the table, shoved his hands in his pockets, and walked out of the infirmary, ignoring Dr. Keller’s exasperated sigh.


Besides, he liked seeing fireflies.

Tags: fic, ronon/lorne
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