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John bumped into Ronon just outside the armoury, where he was supervising the arming of the marines.
"Where've you been?" John asked as the Satedan appeared next to him.
"I went to the infirmary with Teyla," said Ronon.
John looked away, nodding at Lieutenant Dane as he left the armoury. He was the last to get kitted out. It was about time for him to get going. John walked into the armoury and started to put his side arm away - there was no point taking a gun to Larrin's ship, since she'd have him disarmed the moment he got there.
"She's fine, by the way," said Ronon, who was standing in the doorway. "Keller says there was no harm done."
John finished putting his gun away and quickly scanned the room, to make sure everything was in its right place.
"John?"
John turned to face Ronon. "We'd better get going," he said flatly, walking passed him and into the hallway. "You need to get up onto the Daedalus and I need to get to the Apollo..."
"Kanan's the father."
John's feet stopped moving so abruptly he rocked forward. Kanan?
He turned around slowly until he was facing Ronon again. "Are you kidding?"
Ronon shook his head. "No," he said. "You know he's always had feelings for her -"
John snorted derisively. "Yeah but she never - I didn't think she - Kanan?"
Ronon gave a small shrug, and John narrowed his eyes at him. "Did you know?"
"I suspected," replied Ronon.
John let out a frustrated breath and fought the urge to punch the wall next to him. Since finding out Teyla's news he had avoided all thoughts on the subject, especially about who the father might be. But had he thought about it, he never would have suspected Kanan. He was... Kanan was just... what did she see in him?
"They've been friends all their life," said Ronon. "He's really loyal to her, and he's been helping her a lot, with the Athosians, looking after things in her absence..."
John threw his hands up and shook his head. "We don't have time to talk about this now," he said shortly. "We gotta go."
"Yeah," said Ronon, staring at him intently. "Good luck."
John shifted a little uncomfortably and then nodded. "Yeah, you too," he said.
He turned and walked away as quickly as possible. He'd never been so glad that part of his job was blasting things apart with some Ancient weapons.
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