Disclaimer:- Don't own anything, so please don't sue me.

A/N This story has no connection to any of my others, and is my first attempt at an M rated. While I have a very dirty mind, writing it is not so easy, so fingers crossed. The story assumes Sheppard and Teyla have got together properly after the birth of her child.

Ronon discovered that he quite liked the floating city of Atlantis. After 7 years running from the Wraith, moving between planets, never staying in one place too long in case he brought the enemy to some unsuspecting village, he found it good to actually stop. Oh, he still ran, every day when he was on base, but now it was in safety and with only Col. John Sheppard pursuing him. When he wasn't running or on missions, he could usually be found engaged in one of his other 2 favourite pastimes, fighting and watching.

The fighting was normally disguised as training, though Sheppard did occasionally set up exhibition matches. Ronon enjoyed these, especially against Marines he had trained - they tended to be more evenly matched. The matches drew quite an audience, by no means all military. Many of Atlantis' contingent of scientists, particularly the female ones, loved to watch Ronon fight. A few of the newer recruits could often be heard grumbling that he was just showing off, but they were soon put in their place by those that knew and understood him.

If he had wanted to, he could have bedded a different woman every night for a month, before going back to the first and running through them all over again, but he didn't. This caused considerable debate among the Atlantis personnel, and not only among the women, though of course never when he was around. Several of the men wondered if maybe he wasn't into women, and they might stand a chance of a little action.

Only one person, other than Ronon himself, knew the real reason he wasn't bed hopping through the city, and that was only courtesy of a rather potent brew that the inhabitants of MX501 had pressed upon them. He and Sheppard had been sat around a campfire long after McKay and Teyla had retired for the night. The natives were a friendly bunch that the Athosians had traded with for generations, consequently Sheppard had felt no need to post a watch and he and Ronon were getting pleasantly drunk.

"So" began Sheppard, "You found yourself a woman yet?"

"Have you?"

"Maybe" he replied, looking towards the tent he was sharing with Teyla.

"'Bout time. She's probably waiting for you. You'd better get moving, you don't want her mad at you".

"Oh I don't know. She's fuckin' hot when she's mad".

Ronon laughed. "You, my friend, have definitely got a death wish".

"Anyway we were talking about you. Come on, spill".

Looking thoughtful Ronon said "There is..." and that was as far as he got before Sheppard pounced.

"I knew it. Knew there was a reason why you've been quieter than normal lately. Come on, who is she .. or is it a he?"

"It's a she, but I don't think she likes men much. Actually I don't really think she likes anyone much – she always seems to be on her own. She hardly ever comes in the Mess Hall and I've never seen her in the gym or at Movie Night".

"Okay, that rules out any of the Marines, 'cause all of them go to the Mess, so that means it's got to be one of the scientists".

"Not exactly".

"What d'ya mean, not exactly? For fuck's sake, come on, spit it out, who is she?"

"The Doc" said Ronon quietly.

"What? Keller? Jeez man, you sure know how to pick 'em. You must really like a challenge".

Ronon grinned as Sheppard rose, clapped him on the shoulder and headed off towards his and Teyla's tent.

So Ronon, a man not normally known for his patience, waited and watched. Watched the pretty little Doctor as she carried out her duties as CMO, watched as she worked herself to exhaustion and watched as she isolated herself more and more from the people around her. He didn't understand her behaviour and he knew that there was no way he could ask her why she did it, so he kept on watching.

Then came her disastrous trip to New Athos with Teyla and, after the fake quarantine episode, he realised that she was just shy, painfully shy, especially around men. She seemed extra jumpy whenever a new batch of recruits arrived on the Daedalus and stayed that way for a few days. It was almost, Ronon thought, as though she was waiting for someone to arrive, someone that she didn't want to see.

Because Ronon had been watching her for so long and knew all her moods and expressions, he was acutely aware of the moment that person arrived. The Daedalus had just landed and was being unloaded of both men and supplies. Roughly 30 new recruits were milling around, awaiting their orders from Col. Sheppard while Ronon watched from an upper balcony. He spotted Dr Keller as she entered to deliver a report to Col. Carter and, as she glanced down, the colour drained from her face. After murmuring something to the Colonel, she turned and hastily left the area leaving Ronon to quickly scan the faces below. He could see nothing out of the ordinary so it was quite possible that whoever Jennifer had seen, had not noticed her.

Unfortunately, before Ronon could go in search of Jennifer, he had to supervise a training session with Major Lorne. By the time he had finished, showered and eaten it was almost 22:00 hours and on checking the infirmary, he learnt from Marie that Jennifer had retired to her quarters over 4 hours previously, feeling ill. Not comfortable with the idea of going to her quarters, he decided to take a run while he thought about his next move.

As he ran towards the east pier, his mind wandered, as it did so often these days, back to Jennifer and what he knew about her. Apart from being beautiful and shy, he knew that she was young, brilliant and probably had even fewer social skills than he had himself, as unlikely as that seemed. He knew that she was from Chippewa Falls, which was in the same country that Sheppard was from, and that it was just her and her father.

As he ran along one of the balconies, he came across something that stopped him in his tracks. There in front of him, sat on the floor with her knees pulled up to her chest, staring out to sea, was Dr Keller. That in itself was not so unusual, he had known for some time that she often came to these quiet areas. No, what was unusual was the half empty bottle that she was cradling. Even as he watched, she raised it to her lips and took a long swig of the clear liquid.

"Hey Doc" he called softly when he was still some distance from her, not wanting to scare her.

She turned her head slowly to look at him, then without acknowledging his presence, turned back to look over the calm water, taking another drink. Silently he moved towards her and sat, taking note of the empty bottle on her other side.

"What y'doin Doc, out here on your own?"

"Getting drunk, sozzled, wasted, smashed out of my mind" she slurred, thrusting the bottle into his hands, "want some?"

"No Doc and I don't think you want anymore either" he said, putting the top back on the Vodka bottle and placing it on the floor away from Jennifer.

"Do want, give it back" she mumbled, lunging for it and ending up sprawled over Ronon's outstretched legs, reaching for her bottle of 'comfort'.

As she stretched, her shirt rode up, exposing the skin of her lower back, smooth pale skin that Ronon was just aching to touch. Gently placing his hand flat on the bare skin, he ever so slowly slid it up under her shirt, surprised when he failed to encounter a bra, and then just as slowly brought it back down, his fingertips barely grazing the side of one breast. Jennifer squirmed, still trying to reach the bottle with one hand while her other landed squarely on Ronon's thigh as she attempted to steady herself. Now it was Ronon's turn to squirm.

Keeping his hand flat, he applied more pressure as he growled "Stay still Doc".

Like a stretching cat, Jennifer turned on her side to face him and smiled. "Hey you" she whispered, as she brought both hands to rest on his thighs, moving them slowly up and down, all the time getting closer and closer to his ever growing erection.

'By the Ancestors' he thought as he grabbed both of her wandering hands and hauled her into a sitting position between his legs, spinning her so that she was facing the ocean again, 'is she trying to kill me?'

"What are you doing out here, Doc?" he asked again, as Jennifer once more drew her knees up to her chest.

"Told you. Getting wasted".

"Why?"

Jennifer was silent for so long, Ronon wondered if she had fallen asleep, especially when she slumped forward so that her forehead rested on her knees. Her hair, done up in a messy ponytail, fell to the side allowing first his eyes and then his fingers to gently caress her. Jen shivered, but then leaned back into his touch and Ronon replaced his fingers with his lips, placing tiny kisses all over her nape. As his hands rested lightly on her shoulders, Jen sighed and closed her eyes.

Whispering in her ear, Ronon tried again. "Why are you here, getting wasted then?"

"Waiting for you to find me" she answered.

Ronon was getting exasperated – her answers were telling him nothing. Turning her roughly to face him, he growled "Why?"

Her eyes still closed, she murmured "Needed the courage".

He contemplated whether he should try shaking some answers out of her. Even though not many people came to this part of the city, sometimes the new recruits liked to explore. Shuddering to think what could have happened if somebody else had found her first, he opened his mouth to tell her how stupid she was being. But before he could say a word, she opened her eyes, looked directly at him and started talking again.

"You teach, don't you? I mean you teach the Marines different fighting methods, right. And I know you give lessons to new personnel about the Wraith and other races they'll meet. Well I want you to teach me".

She spoke rapidly, words slurring together and Ronon had a hard time understanding what she was saying. Closing her eyes again, she turned back to the ocean, as he fought to work out what the problem was, why she needed to be drunk to ask such a simple question.

"So let me get this straight Doc. You want me to teach you... what exactly? How to defend yourself?"

Everything fell into place as she dropped her bombshell. "I want you to teach me about sex" she whispered.

To say that Ronon was stunned would be the biggest understatement since... well forever. His mind went into overdrive thinking of all the decidedly wicked things he could teach her, before he came back down with a bump. She was drunk and obviously didn't know what she was saying – he couldn't take advantage of her like that, no matter how much he wanted her. He was so quiet and still that Jennifer started to get worried, but she couldn't bring herself to turn and face him, in case it was disgust that she saw in his eyes.

"Ronon" she began softly, "say something, please, anything. Even if it's no. I mean I'll understand if you don't want to, I know I'm probably not the type of woman you like and I've got zero experience and I know some men don't like that. But it's not my fault that I've never... you know, never had sex, well maybe it is – I was always too busy studying and...".

By the time she stopped to take a breath, she was exhausted. Ronon still had not moved or made a sound. Jen began to shuffle forward away from him, so was completely taken by surprise when he wrapped one arm around her waist and yanked her back so that she was held tightly against him. Bringing his other arm round, he laced his fingers over her stomach and leant down to resume kissing her neck. Jennifer started to relax, thinking that maybe she would finally find out what all the fuss was about, and then Ronon whispered in her ear.

"Ask me tomorrow when you're sober, Doc. Ask me then, and I promise I'll teach you whatever you want and I'll enjoy every minute of it, okay. But you have to ask when you're not drunk so that I know you really mean it. For now though, I'm going to walk you back to your quarters so you can sleep this off".

In one fluid movement he was up on his feet and pulling her with him, keeping one arm round her waist to hold her steady when she started to stumble. They walked slowly, in silence, with Jennifer keeping her eyes firmly on the ground until they arrived at her door. Ronon activated the door control and, placing a finger under her chin, lifted her head so that she was forced to look at him. He was saddened to seethe traces of tears on her cheeks knowing that he was the cause of them, but determined that he had to wait for her.

"Go to bed Doc and get some sleep. Remember, I'll be waiting for you tomorrow and if you think that you can forget about all this, think again. Just to give you some idea, here's a taste of what to expect" he said leaning towards her, sliding one hand to the back of her head and kissing her – hard.

Unable to move her head, Jen grabbed his upper arms in a bid to keep herself upright. While she had had the odd kiss before, never in her life had she been kissed like that – not even by the obnoxious asshole that was now somewhere on Atlantis. All too soon, Ronon pulled back, grinning at her.

"See you tomorrow, Doc" he growled, gently pushing a shell shocked Jen into her quarters.