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The Prize (NC-17) Ronon/OFC Chapter 4/4

Title: The Prize
Author: angelsdee
Chapter: 4/4
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Ronon/OFC
Warnings: Violence and sexual situations
Spoilers: Maybe a brief reference to Sateda, a twist on Michael and Reunion.
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 helps Mikaela find the survivors of Sateda while he attempts to claim her as his mate. Mikaela has a surprise for him but is afraid to tell him.

Part One: The Hunt written by heimedall for me a while back; and
Part Two: The Chase (1 - 2 - 3 - 4) written by me

Part Three: The Challenge: 1 - 2 - 3 - 4

Previous Chapters: 1 - 2 - 3

The next four months went by with the first two dedicated to John, Lorne, Rodney and Radek’s training on the ship operations. As moody as Mikaela was with her pregnancy, Elizabeth and John thought it best to give her a limited amount of people to train.

As soon as the four men had a firm grasp on the systems, John and Rodney picked a crew of fifty-six men and women, twenty-eight military and twenty-eight civilians. More personnel from Earth arrived to fill positions on Atlantis and the Dex.

The four men took on the task of training the new crew with Mikaela and Ronon overseeing the overall operations during the following two months. Her frustrations were kept to minimum when she didn’t have to deal with each individual on the ship, only answering the questions of the senior officers.

Ronon was called upon a few times to stave off his mate’s anger when she happened upon someone messing up in any fashion. After a couple of volatile outbursts, Ronon or one of the senior officers began to escort her to and from her shipboard quarters to the bridge, heading her off if she tried to interact with the rest of the crew.

John could fly the ship easily in normal and hyperspace. He was a born pilot and the Helm was where he belonged despite the fact that he had been cross-trained on all the bridge’s controls. They all had been. It took a while for them to pick pilots that could handle her fighters but the task was finally complete.

Most of the civilians on board were either scientists or engineers, which left them with almost nothing to do in their field. The ship was self-sufficient and repaired itself so they learned how to operate normal functions and posts onboard. It didn’t take long before McKay incorporated some of their computers and labs. He barely escaped that mistake with his life but after John explained that he could assist her in creating the comparison detail she needed to kill the Wraith with her nanites, he was allowed to keep the equipment.

The crew took the ship out for several short trips to ensure they had the operations down without flaws. Mikaela was as meticulous as Rodney about perfection. All in all everything and everyone was operating at peak performance.

The final bridge officers consisted of John at Helm Controls, Ronon at Weapons, Teyla at Transporters, Radek at the Sensor Array, Cole at Shields and Tractor Beam Controls, Carson handled the Infirmary, Lorne handled Fighter Drone Controls, Rodney took on Communications, Environmental and Life Support Controls and Johnson at Navigations.

Time had passed too quickly during the training of the rest of the crew. John had wanted to learn how to open and fly through an unstable wormhole but by the time they got around to it, Ronon refused to allow Mikaela to navigate the stream. Rodney had begged and pleaded in an unmanly fashion to operate the PSW and Mikaela turned him down flat every time.

“I’m as big as a fighter drone,” Mikaela moaned from the Command Chair with her elbows on her knees, her chin resting on her palms. “I haven’t seen my feet in two months.”

“They are still there I assure you, Mikaela,” Teyla’s soft eyes settled on the miserable Commander from the Transporter Controls. “You are due anytime now, aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she pouted at her friend. “I want this thing out of me. He constantly kicks me, stomps on my bladder, and has ruined my form.”

“You will get your shape back in no time,” Teyla walked over to her when she saw her grimace in discomfort. “Are you okay?”

“My back hurts,” Mikaela rubbed it with a frown.

“No wonder,” Rodney mumbled from the Environmental and Life Support Controls. “With all that extra weight you’re carrying around I’m surprised you can move.”

“One more word out of you, McKay, and I will rip your beating heart from your chest and eat it with my dinner!” Mikaela snapped at him with venom in her tone. “You keep forgetting that my hearing is enhanced and mumble under your breath when you think no one can hear you. Learn to keep that crap in your head.”

“Sorry,” he glanced nervously at Teyla when she grinned at him.

“This is our first deep space flight as a functioning crew but we will be back to Atlantis in two days so you can get ready to give birth to that baby,” Teyla softly brushed the hair from Mikaela’s forehead, getting a little concerned when she saw the sweat beading her forehead. “Rodney, are the Environmental Controls operating correctly.”

“Yes, why?” he looked at his screen before he glanced back at them.

“Mikaela, I think you’re in labor,” Teyla spoke calmly to the woman that could still kill with a stab of her fingers.

“What?” Rodney’s face looked stricken with panic. “She can’t have the kid here!”

“Rodney, contact the bridge crew in the Mess Hall and have them report to duty. With Mikaela away from the Command Chair, they all need to be up here to run the ship,” Teyla helped her out of the seat, walking her carefully towards the hatch. “Tell Ronon and Carson to meet us in the Infirmary.”

“Yeah,” he turned to the Comm unit shaking his head nervously. “Good. Take the pregnant woman to the Infirmary away from me.”

“I heard that, McKay!” Mikaela yelled from the corridor.


Ronon and Carson met them on the way to the Infirmary. Ronon moved to pick up his wife when her legs began to buckle from the strain. “Are you okay, mi loncor?” he was worried, she could see it in his eyes.

“Yes, love, but your child decided to show up a little early,” she gasped into his neck from the pain.

“Come on in here, lass,” Carson entered the large room before them, moving to a bed with a scanner and stirrups. “Ronon, lie down with her, behind her and hold on to her, lad. Teyla, would you be a dear and assist me in securing Mikaela’s legs?”

“Of course, Carson,” Teyla moved to the end of the bed waiting for Ronon and Mikaela to settle before they gently lifted her legs and secured them to the stirrups. “Why are we tying her down?” she asked the doctor.

“You’ve seen Mikaela kick, haven’t you?” Carson looked at her with a grin. “I have no intention of ending up as part of the hull.” They laughed softly before Carson sat in a stool sliding to take a look between her spread legs. When he brushed against her thigh she tensed against the straps holding her down. “Mikaela, you need to relax at least when I touch you.”

“I apologize, Carson, but no man touches another man’s mate after she has been claimed,” she swallowed nervously, holding on to Ronon’s arms that were crossed over her chest.

“I recall Dania insisted that Dr. Biero deliver her baby but was not told why,” Carson looked thoughtful for a moment before he quickly glanced at his side. “So I assume it would be alright if Teyla were to deliver your child with me assisting her?”

“That would be fine just get this kid out of me!” she snapped when a contraction hit.


“How do you think its going?” Lorne paced the bridge before the main view screen, his hands fisting at his sides.

“I don’t know,” John had his feet up on the Helm leaning back in his chair and chewing on his thumbnail.

“It’s been a few hours with no word,” Lorne looked at his watch for the billionth time.

“We would hear something good or bad, Major,” John told the worried surrogate brother of Mikaela before he worried his bottom lip. “McKay?”


“Take the Helm,” he shot out of his chair, shrugging his shoulders at the Major. “Either way we can still go to the Infirmary to check up on our first Atlantis baby, right?”

“Definitely,” Lorne nodded his head before they both ran off the bridge.


They walked in to hear the sound of a crying child, both men smiling at each other before they moved to the delivery area. Teyla was holding an infant boy in her arms while Carson used a laser scalpel to seal the cord. The smiles faded from their faces when they saw the amount of blood on Teyla’s clothes.

“John,” she called out to him in a rush. “Come here and take the child!”

He moved without thinking, gently taking the boy from her before he walked back towards Lorne, glancing at Mikaela’s pale face as he went.

“Ronon, I’m going to need you to donate some blood if Teyla can’t get this bleeding under control real fast,” Carson told the stoic Satedan as he held his wife, nuzzling the side of her face with his bearded chin. “Ronon!” Carson shouted at him until his eyes snapped to him. “Did you hear me?”

“Yeah, anything just tell Teyla what to do,” he said with a quivering jaw, tears in his eyes.

“Why is Teyla working on her?” Lorne asked as he moved to her side, taking her still hand in his.

“Mated females from Ariana cannot be touched by another male in that area of her body, Major,” Carson explained to him as he handed Teyla another instrument.

“She isn’t exactly qualified to perform surgery!”

“Major, it is forbidden under any circumstances!” Teyla snapped at him with deadly eyes. “Now do you want to continue to interrupt us and disrupt my concentration or give all the support you can to her and Ronon during this ordeal?”

“I’m sorry,” he shook his head, sitting down in a chair that Sheppard kicked his way. “Miki, it’s going to be okay,” he whispered to her. “You hold on for us and Teyla will fix you right up.”

“Evan,” she slurred as she weakened further.

“Shh, just save your strength,” he held her hand in a tight enough grip so that she could feel it while he used his free hand to stroke over her forearm.

John rocked the tiny bundle in his arms as he walked back and forth at the end of the bed. His eyes went from Teyla and Carson to the bloody swabs that she kept throwing aside, to the clock, to Lorne holding her hand, to Ronon rocking his mate, and then back to the clock before he started all over again.

To John it seemed like hours had gone by before Teyla sighed and said, “How are her readings, Carson?” She glanced up at John smiling at the sight of him with a baby in his arms while Carson checked the scanner.

“She’s almost borderline,” he said as he looked at the read out. “Are you done? Did you seal everything that was bleeding?”

“I did. Is there anything internal?”

“No, lass,” he shook his head, keeping his eyes on the image. “If we caught her in time, we should see her begin to heal almost immediately.” Carson watched the screen. Teyla watched Mikaela. A few minutes later, the doctor sighed in relief. “She’s healing!”

“Are you sure?” Ronon asked as he trembled against her back.

“I’m positive, son,” Carson smiled at the image before he looked at the shaken father. “In a few hours, no one would be able to tell that she had been pregnant at all let alone just given birth.”

“You know what that means, right, buddy?” John said softly next to his ear. “You don’t have to wait for sex.”

“John!” Teyla’s mouth dropped open at his audacity.

“It’s true,” he gave her a funny look. “Most women can’t have sex for several weeks after they give birth. Ronon is lucky he mated an Arianian, no waiting needed.”

“You’re a pig, John,” Mikaela mumbled from the bed before she opened her eyes.

“Mikaela,” Ronon looked down into her eyes when she turned her head towards him. “Are you okay, baby?” his pain and worry reflecting in his wet hazel eyes.

“I’ll be back to normal in no time,” she cupped his cheek lovingly before she kissed him lightly on his lips. She turned to her left feeling her hand being squeezed and kissed. “Evan,” she looked at him curiously when she saw him shaking before he raised tear-filled eyes to hers. “I’m okay, brother,” she squeezed his hand interlacing their fingers. “Will someone tell me where my child is or do I have to tear this ship apart?”

“Oh!” John’s eyes widened when Carson, Teyla and Lorne glanced at him with raised brows. “I’ve got the little guy.”

“The pig has my son. Since you are so good at looking after our child, we’ll assign you as his babysitter so we can get that sex thing going,” Mikaela said in a semi-sarcastic tone, smiling when he moved to her side and placed the tiny bundle in her arms. “You are so handsome,” she raised her voice an octave or two when she stared at the little face. “You look like your father,” she nuzzled the side of her head against Ronon’s as he placed his chin on her shoulder to look at his son.

“He’s got your eyes, our skin tone, my color of hair,” Ronon spoke softly near her ear while he ran his index finger over the little hand that grabbed one of his locks. “Your strength,” he laughed when he tried to pry his hair out of his son’s fist. “He’s the best of both of us,” he whispered before he kissed her cheek.

“Teyla,” Mikaela glanced up at her friend, her voice cracking with emotion. “Thank you for delivering our son and putting me back together.”

“You’re very welcome,” she bowed her head with a graceful smile.

“What happened?” John asked them. “Why did she start bleeding?”

“It happens to first time mothers sometimes, Colonel, and Ronon’s son was very large,” Carson told them before he had an afterthought. “Most women don’t have as hard of a time on the next one but with Mikaela it will be the same. Her body is healing all traces of her pregnancy,” he answered John before he asked. “There is a good chance that it might not happen with their next child but it might be best if she delivers cesarean.”

“Already planning the next one, Carson,” Mikaela shook her head at him with a mock frown. “He’s lucky that I don’t kill him for that unpleasant experience and I mean the past four months not the delivery.”

“Come on, loncor,” Ronon rumbled in her ear. “You know you want to give me more children.”

“If she does, I’ll kill you,” Rodney said as he walked in the door. “Hey, he’s a cute little guy for being Conan and Xena’s kid,” he smiled at the infant.


“Huh?” Rodney glanced at John.

“Who’s flying the ship?”

“I am, oh,” his face fell when they all stared at him with a frown. “It was taking so long and…Radek got nervous so I came down here to check on Mikaela.”

“Thank Radek for the concern, McKay,” Ronon smirked at him when they all caught his slip of the tongue.

“So what are you going to name the little guy?” John asked with a wag of his eyebrows. “You know John is a great name for a boy,” he grinned at the parents.

“Maybe next time, Sheppard,” Ronon shook his head when John stuck his tongue out at him before he glanced at his son. “This little one is named Evan Dex.”

Lorne’s head snapped up to stare at the smiling parents. “Are you serious?” he asked, his mouth gaping open.

“Positive,” Mikaela nodded her head with a loving look in her eyes.

“I’m honored,” he kissed her cheek, grabbing on to Ronon’s arm at the same time before he smiled down at his nephew.

“I think it is time for Teyla to get cleaned up, some of you to get back to the bridge, and Mikaela needs to feed the wee lad,” Carson informed the group standing around.

“Quite right, Carson,” Teyla kissed both Ronon and Mikaela on the cheek before she ran her finger over Evan’s tiny hand. “I will see you soon,” she said to the three on the bed before she looked at the men. “And I’ll see you on the bridge,” she smiled before she walked out of the Infirmary.

“You ready for this?” Ronon asked her as he untied her dress.

“Definitely,” she mused when he pulled one side open to expose her breast.

The four men turned around quickly, clearing their throats or jamming their hands into their pockets.

“She is very uninhibited,” John said through a tight throat.

“We know,” Carson and Lorne said together.

“She did not just intend to do that in front of us, did she?” Rodney covered his eyes, shaking his head.

“Okay,” Lorne covered his eyes with his hand before he went to kiss her forehead once again and turned back around. “I’ll leave the lucky boy to his meal and see you later, Miki.”

“Thank you, Evan,” she said with a laugh when his face was beat red.

“Come on, McKay,” he grabbed the scientist’s arm, pulling him out the door.

“She’s got a nice rack,” Rodney mumbled to Lorne on the way down the hall before his eyes clenched.

“I heard that, McKay!” she laughed softly as her son latched on to her nipple and nursed voraciously. “Breast man like his father,” she whispered to Ronon while they watched him feed.

“And we heard that,” Carson cleared his throat before he tilted his head towards them. “Mikaela, make sure you feed him from both breasts evenly or you’ll end up sore. I’m going to grab a spot of lunch since I was called away from my meal earlier. I’ll be back shortly so that Ronon can take you to clean up.”

“Take your time, Doc,” Ronon grinned when Mikaela nodded her head. “Sheppard is going to watch Evan when I take her to bathe.”

“What?” John turned around, covering his eyes at the last second.

“Very well then,” Carson grinned and hustled out of the Infirmary.

“Carson!” John yelled after him. “Crap,” he mumbled when he heard his laughter ringing down the hall.

“Sheppard, relax and come here,” Ronon pulled him over to the bed by his elbow. “Open your eyes,” he told him softly. He smiled at his friend when he lowered his hand and stared at the boy feeding from his mother. “It is a natural thing, a beautiful thing to see.”

“She’s falling asleep,” John whispered as he pulled a stool over and sat beside the bed.

“She’s exhausted and the blood loss did take a toll,” he kissed the side of her head, taking hold of Evan for her in case her hands slipped. “She and I discussed something at length that I’d like to talk to you about. It’s important to both of us, Sheppard.”

“Okay, buddy,” John told him with a nod as he covered her hand in his.

“We all know the rules of her people about mated couples with children staying on the sidelines until the kids are eighteen but Mikaela and I both know that we won’t be able to stay out of missions for that long,” he met John’s gaze steadily. “We plan on staying on Atlantis, traveling to Sateda from time to time but she says our place is with you until the war is over,” Ronon ran his eyes down to his son. “We are determined to see this thing through by your people’s side or until you decide to leave this galaxy.”

“I appreciate that, big guy,” John’s eyes looked emotional when he glanced up at him before he returned his gaze to Mikaela’s sleeping face. “She’s a special woman, Ronon.”

“You don’t have to tell me that but thank you, Sheppard,” he laughed silently before he took a deep breath. “I am not thrilled with her decision but we came to an understanding that I will return to active duty and Mikaela will get Soren’s wife to watch over Evan when she returns to duty in a month. Kara will gate to Atlantis to care for him if there is no danger to the city or take him to Sateda if we have any problems.”

“Are you sure Mikaela should do that, Ronon?” John glanced at him, looking in his eyes for the truth. “She is disobeying the customs of her people, ones that have been in place for thirteen thousand years or more. If anything happens to either one of you…”

“We want you to watch over our son.”


“You are the reason that I have her, Sheppard,” Ronon’s lips were in a tight seal as he looked fondly on his friend. “You let me bring her home and she trusts you to care for Evan if anything were ever to happen to us. And it will be us, Sheppard. We have to be on the same team.”

“Okay, Lorne won’t like that but it seems like we’ll be on this ship a majority of the time. What about Lorne?” John looked at him curiously. “Mikaela cares for him like a brother, she has a better rapport with him. You named your son after him so why not appoint him Evan’s guardian?”

“We both trust you.”

“I’m right there beside you in the thick of it, Ronon. What makes you think I’ll survive if the two of you don’t?”

“Sheppard, don’t argue with me. Just tell me that we can count on you to take care of our son,” he waited until John finally nodded his head. “Thank you. Now will you pick up Evan and turn him in my arms so he can feed from her other breast?”

“Sure, buddy,” John took the tiny boy from Ronon’s hands, gently pulling him off his mother’s nipple until he released it with a pop. “Little guy didn’t want to let go,” John blushed a bit when Ronon opened the other side of her dress.

“Do you blame him?” his eyes slid to John’s, a devilish grin on his face when he took his son back, rubbed his mouth over her exposed nipple, and chuckled when he latched on.

“Not one bit,” John shook his head, his eyes shining as he watched the boy.

About Me

My name is Dee and I’m stuck in Texas physically but mentally…I’m with him.


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