Snow Had Fallen Snow On Snow by penknife (NC-17)

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Fandom: STARGATE ATLANTIS
Pairing: John Sheppard/Ronon Dex
Length: ~6k
Author on LJ: penknife
Author Website: At AO3
Why this must be read:

Snow Had Fallen... is the perfect blend of longing and Atlantis daily life and friendship, with a deliciously satisfying ending. And also it has a nice moment of snarky Lorne conversation with Sheppard (penknife always does a fantastic job of writing Lorne, if you're a fan of his).

penknife does a great job in this fic of drawing out Ronon's sense of Atlantis still not being quite right, even if it is home, especially at Christmas; she also writes really great John, longing and in pain and keeping up his facade.



He's not sure if the idea to build a skating rink is connected to their midwinter holiday or not. Apparently it's for some sport that some of the Marines want to play, something involving skating around on the ice hitting a little flat thing with long sticks. He expected this to be as ridiculous a sport as "figure skating," but it also apparently involves a lot of slamming into people and hitting them with sticks, even if there are supposed to be rules about that.

It's actually kind of entertaining to watch, especially when John gets out there to play with them, even though John kind of sucks at it. He apparently learned how to skate when he was a kid, but Ronon's talked to some of the other guys who play, and he doesn't think John spent every cold morning when he was a kid out trying to kill other kids with a hockey stick.

John throws himself into it, though, sliding wildly across the ice, grinning fearlessly. That's probably worth watching the game just to see. It's been a while since Ronon's seen him having that much fun, playing like a kid. It makes him grin himself and yell "go get them, Sheppard!", not that John seems to need much encouragement.

"Oh, God, he's going to be killed," Rodney says, coming out onto the deck where Ronon is standing watching. He's cradling a cup of coffee, steam rising in the chill morning air. "Who told him it was a good idea to play hockey with the Marines?"

"I am sure John knows what he is doing," Teyla says, coming out behind Rodney. She has Torren balanced on one hip, and he stares at the game wide-eyed. Ronon wonders if they make sticks his size.

"We should probably have medical personnel standing by for when he gets a concussion," Rodney says. "Or when somebody does. There are a lot of concussions in hockey."

"Cool," Ronon says.



Snow Had Fallen Snow On Snow