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The Chase (NC-17) Ronon/OFC Chapter 3

Title: The Chase
Author: Angelsdee
Chapter: 3/4
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ronon/OFC
Warnings: Violence and sexual situations
Spoilers: Maybe a brief reference to Sateda
Disclaimer: I don’t even own my navel lint so don’t sue. This little venture is for entertainment purposes only. No profit to be made, which sucks since I am poor and could use the funds.
Summary: Ronon pursues Mikaela after she returns to Atlantis.

Sequel to: The Hunt written by Heimedall.
Previous Chapters: Chapter 1 - Chapter 2.

Ronon and Carson both jumped to their feet when they heard her voice. "Mikaela," Carson said in relief. She clutched the cloth that covered her breasts as she sat up. "Lass, you really should lie back down," Carson took her elbow gently trying to steady her. "You almost died an hour ago and I don't think you should be moving around this soon despite your healing abilities."

"So you learned about that despite my best attempts to conceal it from you," she lowered her head while Carson adjusted the bed to recline then leaned back. "I guess I should refrain from mortal injuries if I want to keep things to myself," she whispered irritably.

"That isn't all we learned," Ronon glanced down at the Band-Aid on his arm before he met her eyes. "Is it true?"

"It is," she nodded her head and avoided his intense eyes. "Your people are the closest in line to mine on a genetic level. Another few generations of breeding amongst the Satedans and you would have all the extra characteristics of mine but the Wraith saw that that would never happen. Needless to say it pissed me off greatly when they destroyed our children. We were already at war but this made it personal."

"Why are there so few of your people left?" Carson asked when Ronon and Mikaela went silent staring into each other's eyes.

"There are eighteen of my people left and no Ancients so which race would you say is more superior, Carson?" Mikaela directed her attention to the doctor watching as he struggled to come up with something but fell short. "Our technology was just as great as the Ancients perhaps greater but theirs did not save them from annihilation and neither would ours. They chose to ascend to save themselves, we do not believe in running. Wars are waged to be won and I would not see my people become complacent and die off like the Ancients did."

"Your people never lost their ability or willingness to fight a hand to hand war," Ronon said with a smile.

"No," she shook her head. "I would never allow any of us to lose our battle edge. My only regret is that we were so far away when Sateda came under attack," her eyes began to water before she fixed Ronon with her gaze. "If we could've gotten there in time, we could've spared more of your people than we did."

"It was you?" his eyes widened at the implications of her words. "You and your people affected the escape of the few hundred of my people that survived?"

"We abandoned the world we were defending against the Wraith and raced to Sateda as soon as we learned of the invasion. We left countless to die behind us," she closed her eyes in shame, "but I could not let our children die no matter how many of that race could be saved. They were so few of my people left, one more than we have now when we arrived on Sateda. Your survival was paramount."

"The Satedans are your genetic reincarnations, the next step to furthering your race," Carson whispered in awe.

"They are but there are so few Satedans remaining. They scattered amongst the galaxy once they reached the gate and I had no idea where they ended up but at least I knew they survived," she smiled before she glanced at Ronon. "Imagine my surprise when I ran into one of my brethren while chasing a Wraith for fun on a backwater planet."

"Nineteen of your kind fought off the Wraith and allowed my people to escape?" Ronon sat in the chair dazed by the thought. "How old are you?" he asked as his eyes snapped to hers.

"Ronon, that is a question that men from my world never ask a woman," Carson said with a smile when Mikaela began to laugh softly.

"It is alright, Carson," she patted his hand before she turned her black eyes on Ronon. "Will it suffice if I tell you that I was around for the creation of your people?"

"But Sateda is several centuries old," Ronon whispered in confusion.

"Twelve and some change to be exact, my people have been around for several millennia," she turned her eyes away from his intense stare swinging her legs over the side of the bed.

"Where do you think you're going, lass?"

"I cannot stay in here," she dropped down to her feet holding the sheet against her body. "Where are my clothes?"

"I don't think you should be wandering around in your condition," Carson argued.

"My condition is this, Carson," she dropped the sheet to the floor standing before the two men nude before she pulled the bandage off her abdomen. "My wound has healed at least on the outside and I wish to return to my quarters. Now where are my clothes or do I wander the corridors as I am?"

"All right, here," Carson pulled her clothing from beneath the bed and turned his back to give her privacy. "I insist that you get bed rest at least until tomorrow."

"If you insist, Carson," she grunted as she pulled up her leathers. "Well it is healed but still sore," she mumbled while she stepped into her boots.

"Ronon, be a gentleman and turn your back while she dresses," Carson admonished him when he saw the Satedan's eyes run down her body.

"He doesn't have to, Carson," Mikaela said as she wrapped her bustier around her breasts and swore under her breath. "Ronon has intimate knowledge of my body from the day we met," she grinned when she saw the back of Carson's ears turn a deep red. "As for you," she held the leather in place and looked at him beseechingly. "Will you lace this up for me?"

"If you insist," Ronon moved forward grabbing the edges along the swells of her breasts and began to lace them. "I do prefer you without it since I didn't get to enjoy the sight of you for very long before," his eyes slid up to hers, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

"We were interrupted by John if I remember correctly," she held his gaze before she felt a wave of dizziness run through her.

Ronon felt the strength leave her body and wrapped a strong arm around her waist to hold her up. "Are you alright?" he asked while he brushed the hair from her face.

"I'm still weakened but will recover my strength by tomorrow," she braced her hands on his forearms taking several deep breaths.

"If you are adamant about returning to your quarters then I insist that Ronon escort you there," Carson said in a strong tone hoping to influence his second most stubborn patient. "I don't need you dropping in a corridor because your pride won't allow you to seem weak."

"As you wish, Carson," she nodded her head wearily before Ronon swept her up in his arms. "He said escort me to my quarters not carry me like an invalid."

"Be silent, woman," Ronon hissed at her. "You have been a constant aggravation since the day we met. Everything is a fight with you."

"If it wasn't you wouldn't be alive," she smiled sweetly at him. "I fought with every ounce of my being to ensure that you made it off your world intact."

"I was taken and made a Runner," he barked at her. "You saved the rest of my people but not me. I survived by running and fighting until I came across these people."

"And I was hunting for you, to retrieve you when I lost my mate," she shot back at him, feeling guilty when pain flashed in his eyes. "He was taken from Sateda as well and also made into a Runner. It was his dead body that I removed the implant from. I infected every Wraith I could get a hold of in an effort to find you once I developed the nanites."

"Why me?"

"Because you are one of my brethren and I would not see you lost to them," Mikaela said with shining eyes. "I hoped one of them would lead me to the one that did that to you and then I could find the signal that your implant was transmitting. I am confident that I would've found you sooner or later but I never stopped looking." She sighed heavily running her arms around his neck as fatigue set in. "I am tired of arguing with you. Will you please take me to my bed?"

Ronon nodded silently with moist eyes after she laid her head down on his shoulder. "I'll make sure she obeys your instructions, Doc," he spoke through a tight throat walking out of the OR.

John, Lorne and the rest of her team shot to their feet when Ronon emerged with Mikaela cradled in his arms.

"How is she?" Lorne asked in concern.

"Where are you taking her?" Cole was the next to voice his question.

"Shouldn't she stay in the infirmary?" Johnson asked when he tried to get a glimpse of her.

"Ease up, guys," John moved forward with his hands up to stop the barrage of questions before he glanced at Ronon. "She was almost dead an hour ago. What's going on, buddy?"

"She is better," he said simply before he moved to leave the infirmary.

"Ronon, she lost a lot of blood in the Gate Room," John headed him off. "How can she be better?"

"My blood sustained her. I have the Doc's approval to move her to her quarters. Check with him if you don't believe me," he tilted his head towards the door that just opened. All four men glanced at Carson to see him nod his head. "If you'll excuse me, she is tired and needs to sleep."

"Mikaela, thank you for saving my life and the lives of our team," Lorne said softly as he looked into her weary eyes.

"Our team," she mumbled drowsily with a small laugh. "That is what my purpose was, Evan, but you are welcome nonetheless," her eyes held her sadness and it hit her commanding officer where it hurt most.

Mikaela's eyes drifted shut and her hands slipped from Ronon's shoulders to hang limp at her sides. Her lax form dangled in his grasp until he adjusted his grip cradling her close to his chest.

"Excuse me," he said shortly before the men stepped aside and allowed him unobstructed access to the door.

"Carson, what the hell was that all about?" John asked as he crossed to the doctor. "She was practically dead and now you've released her from the infirmary to her quarters. What were you thinking?"

"I'm not at liberty to discuss it with you, Colonel," he straightened his back and stood up to John.

"You are supposed to report any medical anomalies with any of our personnel to me and Elizabeth," John argued.

"If it is a threat to the expedition or the personnel. I assure you what is going on with Mikaela is not a threat to anyone except maybe herself if she constantly throws herself in harm's way," he rambled out when his irritation got the best of him. "As far as what is going on and my reason for not divulging that information, consider it doctor/patient privilege and I refuse to breach that protocol."

"Carson," John said in warning.

"Doc," Lorne walked up and gave him a concerned look. "Will she be okay?"

"I assure you, Major, that she will be fine."


Ronon gently placed Mikaela in the center of her bed before he began to unlace her top. When he parted the material, he traced shaking fingers over the quickly fading scar from her wound. 'Amazing,' he smiled marveling at the smoothness of her skin.

He shook his head to clear the daze that the touch of her flesh infected him with before he eased the leather top from beneath her and tossed it to the floor. He made his way to the end of the bed pulling her boots from her feet before he undid the snaps on her pants. It took an effort to be gentle but he finally managed to strip her leathers from her and moved to cover her naked form with a sheet.

"So you managed to get me naked again?" Mikaela laughed softly and barely opened her eyes. "Was it good for you this time too?"

"I was afraid to touch you. I didn't want to cause you anymore discomfort," he said softly while he moved to sit beside her. "How are you feeling?"

"Tired," she slurred her words as exhaustion flooded her body.

"I guess I'll leave you to sleep," he whispered as he ran his hand over her forehead. "Call me if you need anything," he stood and reluctantly walked towards her door.

"Ronon," she called out to him. "Will you stay with me?"

He nodded his head as he instinctually moved back to her side. He lay down beside her and felt a rush run through him when she nuzzled into his side, her head on his shoulder. He listened to her deep even breathing for several hours before he dozed off holding her securely to his body.


"You're awake," Mikaela whispered to him when she sensed his awareness. "Did you forget where you fell asleep last night?"

"No, I'm just not used to waking up with someone in my bed or in someone else's for that matter," he disentangled himself from her and moved to sit up. "You didn't sleep long. Are you feeling better?"

"Not yet my old self but I should be soon," Mikaela noticed his discomfort and cocked her head at him. "What is wrong with you?"

"Nothing," he said through clenched teeth. "You moved around a lot in your sleep and…"

"I got the same old reaction out of you, huh?" she laughed softly.

"There is nothing funny about my response to you," he growled at her when the pressure in his pants increased.

"So you're embarrassed about getting excited over a woman that is well over twelve hundred years old?"

"That doesn't matter to me," he sighed heavily before he turned to face her. "I have been strongly attracted to you from the moment I saw you and haven't been able to get you out of my mind since. Just thinking about you makes me crave you."

"It is part of our nature," she said with kind eyes. "Did you have a mate on Sateda?"


"She died in the war I assume?"


"Do you remember what it was like when you thought of her? The need that flooded your senses was overwhelming, wasn't it?" he nodded his head silently. "Satedans were meant for each other only, not to breed outside your people." She rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders when he gave her a confused look. "It was a means of keeping our plans for our future intact. We needed the blood lines pure so the urge to take a mate of your kind was instilled into your being."

"So my need for you?"

"Is intensified because I am from the original line of your ancestors," Mikaela smiled at him. "Your biological imperative is coming to the surface. You want to breed to procreate. If I stay away from you, as I've struggled to do since coming here, then you can resist the urge."

"You stayed away from me for months and it didn't go away," his eyes flashed his hunger and made her shiver from the intensity. "I still want you."

"Then maybe it is for the best that I do leave Atlantis."

"If you aren't allowed to breed with my generation then why did you allow me to take you when we met?" he tried to veer her off-topic about leaving.

"I didn't say it wasn't allowed. I know I call your people my children but I am the oldest of my people that survived and I still consider Satedans as the only hope for continuing my line but we are not related, Ronon. I just want you to have a fair chance at finding a woman of your world to mate with," she lowered her gaze to her lap fiddling with the sheet that covered her. "We can mate and even breed if we wish. It will only expedite the necessary advancements of your kind so that you are more closely to our level. It might even be possible for you to inherit some of my unique traits by being with me."

"I am not interested in acquiring your unique abilities or continuing your line," he purred softly as he leaned closer to her face. "My only interest is acquiring you and continuing my line."

"It is the same thing," she whispered on a shaky breath when his lips moved towards her. "Easy there, Satedan," she placed a hand on his chest pushing him back. "You have a lot to prove to me before I allow anything to happen between us again."

"Prove what?" he furrowed his brows in confusion.

"That you are worthy," she said simply. "Males display their worth to females amongst my people. If the female finds him worthy of being her mate then she claims him."

"I didn't have to prove anything the first time."

"You caught me off-guard and you did match me in battle but it won't be that easy this time," her expression sobered as her eyes drifted from his.

"It is because I didn't tell you about the Wraith," Ronon said knowingly, regret in his voice. "You said that I was the only one you completely trusted on Atlantis and I let you be deceived. You said that I was not the man you thought I was. It's because I am of your line, isn't it? I let you down by not living up to your standards."

"Ronon, I understand that these people found you, removed the tracking device, and gave you a home that you were deprived of for seven long years. I accept your loyalty to them and wouldn't ask you to betray them," she lifted his chin to stare into his moist eyes. "I didn't need rescuing, my people didn't need help or safe harbor," she admitted to him in a hushed whisper. "I accepted your offer to come here because of what you are, who you are. I came here to watch over you. When I discovered the Wraith," she dropped her head closing her eyes, "and learned that you kept the truth from me…"

"You felt betrayed."

"No," she shook her head, "by the others, yes, but not by you. I felt bereft, hurt that you denied the bond between our people. My kind protects this galaxy because we have a call to do so but we see to our own first. It's in our blood. That is the reason we left Castalia to perish and went to Sateda. We might have seeded this galaxy with life but Sateda is the only planet that we infused with our DNA."

"I will prove myself to you," his eyes danced between hers, his heart aching for the disappointment and pain he put in their depths. "I will do whatever I have to to make you trust me again with your heart and body."

"You don't have to," Mikaela lowered her gaze to his chest, her heart hurting for what she was about to say. "You should find a woman of your kind and fulfill your people's destiny."

"I did find a woman of my kind," Ronon placed one hand on the back of her neck, cupping her chin with the other. "She is beautiful, strong, loving, and the reason I live."


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Jan. 27th, 2008 02:44 pm (UTC)
I like it, not quite what I was going to do with it, but its good, I like the way she's more advanced the Satedan equivalently to the Ancients. Love the self healing thing and it brought on all sorts of idea of what their kids could be like.

[sorry, this pretty much summed it up :D]
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