Pairing: Ronon Dex/Amelia Banks
Disclaimer: Stargate Atlantis and its characters do not belong to me.
Summary: For the holidays you can't beat home sweet home.
The mess hall was serving turkey for Thanksgiving, or at least some kind of poultry that they swore up and down was turkey, so Amelia got a drumstick to go with the usual hodgepodge of Earth-sent and Pegasus dishes that made up dinner in Atlantis. She spotted Ronon sitting with Colonel Sheppard and Major Lorne and headed over to their table.
Ronon smiled at her when she sat down next to him, and Amelia smiled back and bumped her shoulder against his. Lorne nodded at her but kept talking about pie.
"Thanksgiving without pie, just, what's the point, really? They could have made apple if they didn't want to bother shipping pumpkin across two galaxies just for this weekend," Lorne said, and poked glumly at his dinner.
"They have chocolate cake for dessert, with real chocolate," Sheppard said with a shrug. Ronon nodded, chewing, and Amelia did too. The real chocolate cake was excellent, although the fake chocolate was pretty good as long as you ignored the way it dyed your tongue blue.
"It's not the same," Lorne said. "The pies my mom used to make - I should have gotten leave this week and gone to my sister's after all."
Sheppard grinned. "Thought I heard you say a couple of weeks ago that nothing could make you spend an entire day trapped in her clutches?"
"It would have been worth it for pie," Lorne said grimly.
Ronon nudged Amelia with his elbow. "Does your sister make pie?"
"No, she lives in a tiny apartment and orders in pretty much everything," Amelia said. "And I think she's off carbs right now. Or maybe gluten, I forget."
"But she would have gotten pie for you, if you were home?" Ronon asked.
Amelia looked up at him. She had the sense that she'd wandered into a completely different conversation without meaning to. "I guess if I asked her too. I wouldn't go to Manhattan at Thanksgiving anyway; too many people, too much stress."
"Exactly," Lorne said, "except I feel that way about my sister's house instead of New York."
"Unless you're getting pie?" Ronon said.
Sheppard laughed, then grabbed his tray and stood up to leave. "The pile of electronic paperwork on my laptop is calling my name. And yours too, Major."
Lorne sighed and stood up as well. "Yes, sir."
They left, heading towards the tray drop -off.
"People here talk a lot about going 'home for the holidays'," Ronon said, tilting his head. "Just wondered if you miss not being there."
Amelia looked away. "I don't really think of my sister's place as home. We're not that close," she said, and then immediately regretted it. She didn't really feel like dissecting her relationship with her sister in the mess hall.
"Okay," Ronon said, but leaned over to bump shoulders again and just stayed there, warm and solid against her side. Amelia leaned back gratefully.
"Still coming over to Chuck's tonight for poker and brownies?" she asked.
"Yeah," Ronon said, and proceeded to beat the pants off all of them that night, although fortunately not literally because no one but Chuck had wanted to play strip poker. Amelia laughed and shook her head while the others groused, and poked Ronon until he got up and got her more brownies. She loved her sister, and missed her sometimes, but she could never regret choosing Atlantis, choosing Ronon and her friends.
Ronon walked her to her quarters after, and she woke up next to him in the morning and yeah, this - this was home right here.
A month or so later, they were cooling down after a sparring session, moving in wide easy circles around each other as their breathing slowed. Amelia was watching a trickle of sweat escape from Ronon's hairline and glide down his neck, and so missed his question the first time around.
"Sorry, what did you say?"
Ronon smiled like he knew exactly what she was thinking, and then grew serious again. "I'm going to Belkan in two days. Would you come with me?"
Amelia didn't go off-world very often, but she recognized the name Belkan. "You're going there to visit the other Satedans?"
"Yeah, it's - a holiday. The choosing day of our last Chieftan." Ronon smiled a little. "There'll be lots of beer and singing."
"I'm not singing," Amelia said, and then added honestly, "at least, not until there's been a lot of beer first."
"I understand," Ronon said with mock solemnity.
Amelia moved closer to him and touched his shoulder. "Of course I'll come. It sounds great."
"Thank you," Ronon said, and leaned forward to kiss her. She kissed back, closed her eyes and let herself sink into it for a moment.
When they left the training room, Amelia thought back to their conversation at Thanksgiving and smiled ruefully. "So I guess you like going home for the holidays too?"
Ronon glanced at her. "What do you mean?"
"At Thanksgiving you said a lot of people in Atlantis talk about going home for the holidays; I guess that includes you too, huh?"
Ronon was quiet for a bit, and then said, "Belkan isn't my home. There's not much left of Sateda, not many people who still remember its holidays."
"Shit," Amelia said, "I didn't -"
Ronon shook his head, shaking off her apology. "No, I get it. But I want you to understand - I want to be with you for the holidays. Sateda's or Atlantis' or Earth's, any of them. All of them."
"Oh." Amelia said, and then couldn't figure out what to do next aside from grin like an idiot. They kept walking down the corridor, and she reached out and grabbed Ronon's hand, huge and callused and perfect, and squeezed it tight. He squeezed back and smiled down at her.
They stopped in front of the transporter, and Amelia darted forward to steal a kiss, and then another and another. Ronon laughed and grabbed her in a hug, pressing her up against the wall. Amelia kissed him once more and hugged him back, leaning close to whisper, "Me too."