In The Genes

Sarah Thompson is 24 years old, and for most of her life, she's had it rough. From being a young orphan to a teen runaway to a lost baby, she's never known what happiness truly is. But now, with a PhD under her belt and a brand new, off-world job, she's about to see just what life has in store for her. And with a handsome Major Sheppard by her side... she's in for the ride of her life.


6. Chapter 6

We had arrived back ten minutes ago, Sheppard was with Dr Weir explain how everything had gone while everyone else had disappeared to get ready for tomorrows mission.

I had everything ready so I went into the gym to work out a bit before heading to bed. I had my iPod plugged into the stereo, having Pink play as I hit the punching bag.

“What did that punching bag do to you?” I heard someone ask from behind me.

Turning around, I saw Ronon leaning up against the door frame.

“Nothing. I’m just working out before I head to bed for tomorrow.” I said, walking over to the stereo and turning the volume down then picked up a towel and wiped the sweat off of my face and neck.

“Grab those poles.” Ronon said, pointing behind me. I frowned but grabbed them anyway and threw one at him.

I was confused as to what he was doing but then started realising that he was going to fight me.

“Alright, now what?” I asked, just as he came at me. I ducked and swung the pole at his legs and turned around.

Ronon came at me again, swinging the pole to my right and then my left. I managed to block him a couple of times but did end up getting hit.

After ten minutes of fighting, we both sweating and breathing heavily. Sometime during our ‘fight’ I had got a cut on my cheek and there was now a group of people standing around watching us.

I watched Ronon as we circled each other waiting for the other one to make a more. I sighed, having enough of this circling. I raised my pole up and ran at him, swinging it from side to side before actually swinging it at him.

He blocked my hits with his pole and hit mine out of my hand before he brought his foot up and kicked me back, making me fly back and land on the mat on the other side of the room.

“What is going on in here?” I heard Dr Weir asked as I slowly sat up. Everything spun for a few seconds before coming back into focus.

Shaking my head, I looked over at the door and saw Dr Weir and Major Sheppard standing there waiting for an answer.

“Ronon and I were just working out.” I said, pushing off the floor and standing up.

“Alright, that’s enough for tonight.”  Dr Weir said.

“Fine.” I mumbled, walking back over to my bag. I grabbed the towel again and wiped the sweat off of my face and neck.

“Ouch!” I hissed as I wiped the towel over my cheek. Bringing it in front of my face, I saw a bit of blood.

Sighing, I grabbed my bag and iPod before walking over to the room and to the infirmary.

My mind must have been somewhere else as I walked to the infirmary because before I knew it I was in there looking for Beckett.

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