New Fic: Change Your Luck
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sga_episodeficTitle: Change Your Luck
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cookiemom6067
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Pairing: None
Episode: 5.11 The Lost Tribe
Rated: G
Word count:
Disclaimer: Written for fun, not profit.
Jennifer had always liked the bad boys.
When she was five, she had liked Billy Jacobson, who kissed all the girls under the jungle gym at recess and ended up at the principal's office twice a week.
At thirteen, it had been Zack Mason, a 17 year old with a motorcyle and a bad attitude. He was gorgeous. He was trouble. Jennifer's father put a quick stop to her Zack-related mooning as soon as he heard about it.
As a med student, Jennifer often spent her Friday nights at "Rack 'em Up Joe's," a bar and pool hall downtown. Most of the clientele were local factory workers and truckers passing through, not the smooth frat boys that most of her classmates preferred. She gave a wide berth to the overweight and under-toothed that frequented the dive, but there was often a hot Johnny Depp type shooting a game of pool or a babyfaced Leo DiCaprio wannabe that wanted to buy her a shot of tequila. Jennifer seldom said no.
She wasn't a slut, by any means. She had her pride and her self-respect. But, she also had a very thrilling reaction to the guys that were just a little bit - dangerous.
The Humpty Dumpty that was her jones for bad boys always ended up meeting the brick wall of reality sooner or later. After all, they call them "bad boys" for a reason. More than one of her thrilling interludes had ended when the Casanova in question acted just that bit too possessive, that smidgen too rough. One memorable occasion, a boyfriend tried locking her in the bathroom to keep her from leaving. She called 911 from the gas station after she shimmied out of the window.
Jennifer had tried to be interested in the safe, predictable boys that peopled her parent's social circle, but boredom always, always set in before she got too far.
Here she was, a galaxy away from home, but still caught up in her own time-honored dilemma.
Ronon was a bad boy. He was clearly dangerous; by profession, personal history, and inclination he was a thrill seeker that reveled in violence. But, had always been gentle with her, concerned, protective. He was the embodiment of Jennifer's strongest sexual yearnings.
Rodney was the smart boy you wanted for a lab partner, the fellow geek in the science fiction club, the sweet guy your parents wanted to see holding a corsage for you on prom night. He was funny and cute in a bumbling way. He was clearly attracted to her.
She watched as her "suitors" vied for her attention with a smile and not a little vanity. Two really great guys, both of whom wanted Jennifer. What woman wouldn't be flattered?
Her personal history would predict that:
1. Ronon would be an incredible, exciting lover and they would share phenomenal sexual chemistry;
2. Ronon would eventually show his true possessive streak and become, if not abusive (she really didn't believe that of him), then overbearing;
3. She and Ronon would have a spectacular break-up, complete with fireworks; and
4. She would end up wishing she had chosen Rodney, long after breaking his heart and destroying her chances with him forever.
Jennifer resolved to be cautious.
When Todd and the Wraith made their move on the Daedelus, she was glad to be with Ronon. This wasn't the first dangerous situation she had shared with him; not by a long shot.
Her doubts started niggling at her as he tried to force one of the air-tight doors, even though the door opened. Her dismay increased as he shot up panels in Engineering to disable the ship. SHOT. UP. PANELS.
His response to Todd's demand for their surrender was the last straw. "Jennifer. NO," he had said with a note of command in his voice. Jennifer knew what to do when men started throwing their weight around. She wasn't even sorry to leave him behind when the lift doors closed behind her.
And now, here he was, crisis over, unapologetic. He had made no acknowledgment that he made mistakes on the Daedelus. Actually, with disabling the weapons, he had almost gotten them all killed. And her he was, smiling at her puppyishly, asking if she wanted to get something to eat.
He was a bad boy.
She decided that, for once in her life, she was going with the nice boring guy.
"I think I should make something clear..."
When she was five, she had liked Billy Jacobson, who kissed all the girls under the jungle gym at recess and ended up at the principal's office twice a week.
At thirteen, it had been Zack Mason, a 17 year old with a motorcyle and a bad attitude. He was gorgeous. He was trouble. Jennifer's father put a quick stop to her Zack-related mooning as soon as he heard about it.
As a med student, Jennifer often spent her Friday nights at "Rack 'em Up Joe's," a bar and pool hall downtown. Most of the clientele were local factory workers and truckers passing through, not the smooth frat boys that most of her classmates preferred. She gave a wide berth to the overweight and under-toothed that frequented the dive, but there was often a hot Johnny Depp type shooting a game of pool or a babyfaced Leo DiCaprio wannabe that wanted to buy her a shot of tequila. Jennifer seldom said no.
She wasn't a slut, by any means. She had her pride and her self-respect. But, she also had a very thrilling reaction to the guys that were just a little bit - dangerous.
The Humpty Dumpty that was her jones for bad boys always ended up meeting the brick wall of reality sooner or later. After all, they call them "bad boys" for a reason. More than one of her thrilling interludes had ended when the Casanova in question acted just that bit too possessive, that smidgen too rough. One memorable occasion, a boyfriend tried locking her in the bathroom to keep her from leaving. She called 911 from the gas station after she shimmied out of the window.
Jennifer had tried to be interested in the safe, predictable boys that peopled her parent's social circle, but boredom always, always set in before she got too far.
Here she was, a galaxy away from home, but still caught up in her own time-honored dilemma.
Ronon was a bad boy. He was clearly dangerous; by profession, personal history, and inclination he was a thrill seeker that reveled in violence. But, had always been gentle with her, concerned, protective. He was the embodiment of Jennifer's strongest sexual yearnings.
Rodney was the smart boy you wanted for a lab partner, the fellow geek in the science fiction club, the sweet guy your parents wanted to see holding a corsage for you on prom night. He was funny and cute in a bumbling way. He was clearly attracted to her.
She watched as her "suitors" vied for her attention with a smile and not a little vanity. Two really great guys, both of whom wanted Jennifer. What woman wouldn't be flattered?
Her personal history would predict that:
1. Ronon would be an incredible, exciting lover and they would share phenomenal sexual chemistry;
2. Ronon would eventually show his true possessive streak and become, if not abusive (she really didn't believe that of him), then overbearing;
3. She and Ronon would have a spectacular break-up, complete with fireworks; and
4. She would end up wishing she had chosen Rodney, long after breaking his heart and destroying her chances with him forever.
Jennifer resolved to be cautious.
When Todd and the Wraith made their move on the Daedelus, she was glad to be with Ronon. This wasn't the first dangerous situation she had shared with him; not by a long shot.
Her doubts started niggling at her as he tried to force one of the air-tight doors, even though the door opened. Her dismay increased as he shot up panels in Engineering to disable the ship. SHOT. UP. PANELS.
His response to Todd's demand for their surrender was the last straw. "Jennifer. NO," he had said with a note of command in his voice. Jennifer knew what to do when men started throwing their weight around. She wasn't even sorry to leave him behind when the lift doors closed behind her.
And now, here he was, crisis over, unapologetic. He had made no acknowledgment that he made mistakes on the Daedelus. Actually, with disabling the weapons, he had almost gotten them all killed. And her he was, smiling at her puppyishly, asking if she wanted to get something to eat.
He was a bad boy.
She decided that, for once in her life, she was going with the nice boring guy.
"I think I should make something clear..."
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Date: 2009-05-05 04:00 am (UTC)From:I also don't agree with her that he's a boring guy.
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