It's been two weeks - fourteen days - and John's so goddamn glad to see Rodney's stupid face again he can't understand why he isn't moving, why he's staring at him helplessly as though four feet of hotel-room carpet is the most challenging terrain he's ever had to cross.
In the three months that Rodney's been working with Detective John Sheppard, following him to gruesome crime scene after gruesome crime scene, he's thrown up twice (to be fair, once might have been because of some bad chicken salad), been stabbed (in the arm, with a letter opener, but still), very nearly been shot in the leg, and almost drowned.
The Little Mermaid wasn't his choice of movie -- it doesn't seem to have any fighting in it at all, or at least only in the weird part at the end with the giant octopus woman -- but Torren likes the underwater parts, and so Ronon watches it and thinks it makes a surprising amount of sense. It's about other cultures, and how they're interesting and dangerous and hard to live in. The girl gets to live in the city on land, but she hasn't got words any more. No one knows her name.
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