A/N: This is the last chapter. Thank you everyone for all of your great reviews.

Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Stargate Atlantis or it's wonderful characters.

Spoilers: Through Season 5 - Tracker.


4 – Finding Peace

Ronon finally found her out on a pier at the edge of the city. It had been frustrating to search for her with no success. He could have called her on the com link, but he didn't want her to know he was trying to find her. It gave him time to think about the questions she had asked.

Although she was sitting down on the pier with her legs dangling over the edge, when she sensed his presence she stood and turned toward him. It pleased him that she could sense his presence, even over the sound out the waves slapping against the city. It told him a lot about his affect on her. But one look at the dread and resignation in her eyes sent an arrow right through his heart.

"It's going to be ok," he whispered as he took the last step that placed him in front of her.

She looked down at the ground and fidgeted with her clothes. He opened his mouth to say something, anything to put her at ease, but she stopped him.

"Let me say something first," she pleaded in a strained voice. She raised her head, but she didn't make eye contact. "I am so sorry."

"What for Doc?" he asked confused. He wanted to reach out and touch her, but knew they weren't far enough into this conversation for that.

"For eaves dropping on you and Rodney, for breaking and entering, for demanding answers you don't have to give," her voice grew quieter, "and then running away."

She had obviously been beating herself up about this situation, while he'd been elated that there was an opening finally for this to be discussed. He waved his hand holding the pink papers slightly to grab her attention.

She still wouldn't look him in the eye, but that could wait. First he needed to put her mind at ease, to bring peace to her troubled soul. He reached for her hand with his free one. He turned her hand over so it was palm up, and then placed the first pink note he had found in her hand and waited for her to read it.

Is it a competitive thing?

Once he was sure she had read it he quietly spoke, "No."

He placed the next pink note he found in her hand and again waited for her to take the time to read it.

Are you just messing with Rodney?

Again he answered, "No." He was glad to see some of the tension leaving her body. He placed the next note in her hand.

Are your intentions serious or just the at-the-moment kind of intentions?

He knew when she had read this one because her body tensed and he saw a blush creeping up her neck. "My intentions are only serious," he growled out, watching the heat continue to rise in her face. He waited an extra second, letting his words sink in before placing the next pink note in her hand.

Do you really think about us having a relationship?

She was holding her breath awaiting his answer. He didn't make her wait long, "Pretty much since the day we met." He paused and waited for her to look in his eyes. A full minute stretched by before she did, "Do you, Doc?"

She gave him a small smile, the relief evident in her shoulders relaxing, "Always."

He felt her answer hit him directly in the chest and he stood for a moment longer drowning in the intimacy that was surrounding them. He placed her next note in her still outstretched hand.

"Would I lose you as a friend if we try this and fail?" she read out loud giving the question a voice and tone infection.

"I'm firstly your friend, Doc, but we will not fail… you can't lose me."

"What is everyone going to think?" she read after he placed the next one in her hand. She smirked at him shyly, "I know the answer to this one," she said rolling her eyes. "You don't care."

He smirked back at her, glad to see the fear gone from her eyes and her smile back. He placed the next note in her hand and waited for her to read it out loud also.

"Are you going to regret this once you find what I'm like, all my faults, my obvious fears, our many apparent differences?" she read, "I'm sorry I sound so insecure."

"Eaves dropping was a hell of a way to find out, Jennifer," he took a deep breath. "I never meant for you to find out that way, trust me, I have thought over and over about how to let you know how I felt about you, but I wish that hadn't been the way."

"At least I know now how you feel… I guess the way you found out that I care for you was memorable, what with the pink cue card type post-its all over your room," she smiled ruefully.

He held up the last note with one hand and reached for her free hand with his other. After threading their fingers together he walked them over to the edge of the pier where they sat down. He placed the last note in her hand and waited.

On cue she read what it said, "I'm so not your type… so why me?" Jennifer busied herself with the notes, straightening them over and over.

Ronon brought his hand under her chin and forced her gaze his way, while stilling her hands with his other hand. His eyes were twinkling as he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her tenderly. She quickly abandoned the notes, reaching for him, her hand coming to rest on his shoulder, anchoring herself.

Moments later Ronon pulled back, but Jennifer pulled on his shoulder, "Not yet," she whispered as she leaned in to kiss him again. A chuckling Ronon met her lips, barely believing that he was kissing this wonderful woman.

Ronon pulled back and tapped the notes lying on her lap. She looked down and stared at the note that said, "I'm so not your type…so why me?" She really didn't need that answered anymore, it didn't seem to matter, but a look at Ronon's face made her realize that it mattered to him.

Softly, she heard him begin to speak, "Atlantis used to be the place that kept me safe while I continued to fight the Wraith… who had stolen my home and those I loved." He ran his fingers along the side of her face before tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"But now, because of you… I continue to fight the Wraith and Atlantis' enemies… to keep it safe… to keep my home and those I love, safe."

She reached out to hug him and he engulfed her in his arms. "I don't think I deserve you," she claimed.

"I think you do," he replied.

While still holding her close, he slowly leaned back 'til they were lying on the pier, feet dangling, and Jennifer's head on his shoulder. She snuggled in closer to his body and he pulled her in tighter while kissing the top of her head. He breathed deeply of her sweet scent mixing with the salty air, unaware that she was breathing in his worn leather scent mixed with the same salty air, both reveling in the sense of home and rightness if gave them.

"I think we deserve each other," he whispered.

They remained there, snuggled together, content to alternate between passionate kisses and watching the sparkling stars in the dark sky late into the night.