Jen opened one eye, unwilling to give up the warmth and safety of sleep just yet. When nothing seemed out of the ordinary, she opened her other eye, and blinked away the dryness.
There was no movement to her right, the back half of the infirmary empty and still. The clock on the wall read fifteen thirty-five. Odd… since… well… okay it was just odd. Everything was quiet, save for a gentle hum of equipment that added a soft, white noise. The infirmary… unless it was empty… was never quiet. Especially at three thirty in the afternoon.
Where was everyone?
She yawned, long and loud, and rolled her head to the left.
Again… no movement… and no sound.
That made her frown.
Fighting the full body stretch her limbs requested, she clamped her hand down over her left side and rode out another yawn.
Pushing herself upright, she tested her equilibrium. Aside from a pasty tongue and the haven't-had-caffeine-in-days fuzzies, she felt… well… pretty good. Dull ache in her side notwithstanding.
"Hello?" She called tentatively, leaning to the side to try to see around the edge of the wall two empty beds over.
When no immediate answer came she shoved the blankets away, and wriggled around until she was sitting on the edge of the bed. A cold chill along her spine reminded Jen she wasn't wearing scrubs. The surgical gown left her backside naked and exposed. With a quick look to make sure she really was still alone, she slipped off the bed, hissing when her bare feet touched cold tile. Snatching the blanket, she wrapped it quickly around her shoulders, granny style, and stepped out from between the beds.
"Where do you think you're going?"
She jumped and gasped, spinning around and nearly tripping.
"Ronon!" She exhaled as he clamped his hands onto her shoulders and pushed her back towards the bed.
"In." He ordered.
"I…" She tried to turn around but he had her legs up and her butt planted on the mattress before she could finish her thought.
"In." He repeated.
"Where is everyone?"
"Out." He yanked the sheet up over her bare legs.
"Out." Jen frowned. "Out where?"
"Well, well." Marie grinned, appearing behind Ronon. "If it isn't Sleeping Beauty."
"Marie, where is everyone?"
Marie glanced knowingly at Ronon, then shrugged. "Out."
Jen frowned at the look passing between the two of them. "All right you two, what's going on? You look like a couple of Cheshire cats. What are you two up to?"
"Nothing." They both echoed.
"Ronon… what did you do?"
"What makes you think I did anything?"
"Because I know you."
Christine, one of her nurses, appeared from around the corner. "Aha!" She grinned. "I thought I heard you up. Welcome back." The nurse moved forward to stand on Ronon's other side.
Jen frowned, moving from Christine, to Ronon, to Marie. Then she raised herself up and pulled at the sheet. "You three are up to something. What'd you break?"
Ronon stepped forward. "Stay."
"Everything's just fine." Christine laughed. "In fact, it's better than fine. Perfect, really." She nodded to Jen. "Glad to see you're going to be okay, Doctor." Then she turned and grinned at Marie. "Shall I let everyone know it's safe to return?"
Marie looked to Ronon for confirmation, and the Satedan nodded. Christine smiled at them both then disappeared back the way she came.
"Did she just smile at you?" Jen's eyes went wide. "And why wouldn't it be safe? What happened? Was there some kind of outbreak?"
"No, no. Nothing like that." Marie laughed. "Just a little military coup."
"Military coup?" Jen shook her head, wondering if she was still sleeping.
"Since you're currently our only bed-ridden patient, we were ordered into silence under threat of stunning." Then Marie shook her head and patted Ronon's arm as she laughed. "I haven't had this much fun on shift in ages."
"You… what?" Jen stared at Marie, then at Ronon. Ronon, the man who couldn't tolerate any medical professional save for her… was grinning like an idiot at Marie, sharing some kind of personal joke.
"I'm not going to want to hear this, am I?" She muttered.
Marie angled her head, and Ronon shrugged. Taking that as her cue, Marie wiggled her eyebrows and turned towards Jen.
"Colonel Sheppard ordered all non essential personnel out of the infirmary under threat of stunning. Even posted guards. And if anyone were to make any noise, and thus disturb the much needed rest of her royal self, then…" Marie shrugged with a wide grin and glanced knowingly at Ronon.
"Then…" Jen blinked, then looked up at Ronon. "Stunning?"
He went for innocent, but she could see the laughter around his eyes.
"Oh, god. And who didn't listen? Or do I want to know?" Jen rolled her eyes.
"Taylor." Marie said, fighting to keep the smirk from spreading and failing miserably.
"Marie!" Jen said, shocked.
"What?!" Marie raised her hands. "He disobeyed a direct order. We told him no noise."
"He… he's a doctor! You can't just go around stunning our medical personnel!" Jen switched to Ronon.
"Oh please." Marie made a face. "The buffoon disserved it. He shouldn't have called the Colonel a playboy pilot."
"He said what?" Jen was incredulous. "To his face?!"
"Oh no, no." Marie shook her head. "He's an idiot. He's not suicidal. He said it in private. Well, sort of private. If you count Christine as private. I guess she must have let it slip."
"Marie!" Jen tried to look furious, but the grinning duo standing in front of her was making it very, very difficult.
Marie laughed again, then backed away. "Okay, well I'd better get back to work. It's hard to stack shelves when you're under a no-noise order. Although I do appreciate all the added testosterone that's been lurking about."
Jen gaped, then laughed.
"I'm just saying..." Marie held up her hands in defeat and turned away.
"She's kidding, right? Ronon, please tell me you didn't stun Dr. Taylor." Jen switched from Marie's retreating back, to the blaster hanging in its holster at Ronon's side, then up to the Satedan's face.
She sighed. "You did, didn't you."
Jen flopped back against the pillow. "What am I going to do with you?"
He leaned forward, his hands braced on either side of her pillow. "I'll tell you what you're not going to do."
Jen raised an eyebrow. "Yeah?"
He nodded as he leaned closer. "You are not going to scare me like that… ever… again…"
"Oh." She whispered. "Yeah. Sorry about that."
"Accepted." He answered, placing a light kiss across her forehead. Then he straightened, his gaze direct and warning as his face hovered inches from hers. "You should have made me understand."
"Understand what?" She whispered, unable to tear her eyes away from his mouth. "I still don't really know what happened myself."
He kissed her, slowly, tentatively, the only pressure against her body coming from his lips as he held himself above her, his weight resting on his arms.
"Get some rest." He said quickly then straightened.
"Rest?" She muttered. "I've already been asleep for hours."
"Rest." He ordered.
"You're not going to shoot anyone again, are you?"
He shrugged. "No promises.
"Fine." He rolled his eyes as though the promise wounded him. "No shooting."
"Or clubbing." She frowned, making him laugh.
"Jennifer…" He interrupted.
Jen settled back against the pillow while he reseated the blanket around her shoulders.
"Fine." She muttered, stifling a yawn. "Okay. Maybe I am tired. But next time you come back I expect you to be bearing food."
"Anything in particular?"
"Big Mac combo. Supersize. With coke."
"Is that all?"
"I'm sure our playboy pilot could help you with some take-out."
She smiled, reaching for his shirt and pulling his face back down towards hers.
"Just you." She whispered, lifting her head and brushing her lips against his.
He grinned against her mouth.
"I'm pretty sure that can be arranged."
"Promises, promises." She muttered, her laughter fading as his mouth covered hers.
A/N : Well that's it for this little plot bunny! :) Hope you all enjoyed the ride! Thanks for all the reviews, questions and comments! And now I'll return to my other musings until the next plot bunny attacks! In the mean time, behave yourselves. - Nika