Grey Lupous (greyias) wrote,
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The Second Day of Ficmas







Part One


Something was going on in Atlantis.

Ronon had felt the change in the air, in the attitude in several of the Expedition members for several weeks now... but he had thought nothing of it. At least, he hadn't until just now. In fact, the day had started normal, and he had noticed nothing untoward during his and Sheppard's morning run—but as the day wore on, things began to change. A mixture of dead leaves and shrubbery started to accumulate on the walls, and it was soon joined by bright colored decorations. He thought he had even seen one of the potted plants dressed up in a strange, garish mix of colors and lights.

Different as it was, it probably wasn't something to be concerned about. He hadn't been on Atlantis that long, it was inevitable that they would vary from their routine eventually. Besides, as his now rumbling stomach was reminding him, it was just about time for lunch, and the mystery of the fancy dead shrubbery could be answered later.

Ronon took the nearest transporter, punched in the location for the mess, emerged, and came to an abrupt stop.

Only because he had memorized everything he could about each person on Atlantis did Ronon realize the man walking toward him in the red suit with white trim was Major Lorne. "Have you been a good boy this year, young man?"

It didn't sound like it was meant to be an insult or an affront to his status here in the city, but Ronon still had to check the initial urge to lash out. Teyla had warned him months ago that the people of Earth had imported some odd habits when they had migrated to this galaxy. Apparently Ronon had literally just walked into one—that, or Lorne had taken one hits too many this morning in the gym.

Ronon eyed the major, letting the ridiculous question linger in the air.

"Er, that was a joke, Ronon."

The white fur trim stood in stark contrast with the deep red, the major's normally fit body seemed to fill the suit until it was almost bursting, and he wasn't sure exactly who Lorne was trying to fool with the scraggly white hairs pasted onto his chin. For the life of him, Ronon couldn't figure out what all of it was supposed to represent.

"I was kidding," Lorne said again, but Ronon ignored him and strode on by.

He could have asked for an explanation for the odd getup, but he wasn't ready to trust the reasoning of someone who would willingly dress like that and subject themselves to public scrutiny.

When Teyla had tried to tell him about the odd habits, he had assumed that she was talking about their quirky attachment to the "television" and Sheppard's video games. He had not expected something so different, so colorful—Ronon dodged an angrily muttering Zelenka, who was trapped in a mess of wires attached to what looked to be very tiny light bulbs—so... odd, to be blunt.

Thankfully he was almost to the mess. Hopefully it wasn't too late, and he could catch Teyla, or maybe even one of the other Athosians, to see if he could get an explanation for what was going on. Maybe "odd" was too kind of a word. This was just downright strange.

To Be... Continued...


Prompt: SGA; Gen; Lorne, Radek, and Ronon; Only because he had memorized everything he could about each person on Atlantis did Ronon realize the man walking toward him in the red suit with white trim was Major Lorne. "Have you been a good boy this year, young man?"
Tags: 12 days of ficmas, advent calendar 2008, sga:fanfic
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