As they jogged back into the makeshift gym Jennifer asked.

"Back to the weights?"

"Nope. You're ready for real training."

"I am?"

"You are. You now have the body strength you need to fight. So lets practice the block again. You remember how?"

"Refresher may be good." She confessed.

Nodding Ronon demonstrated the block again then watched as Jennifer practiced. When he was content he asked.

"How does that feel?"

"Good I guess."

"Good, keep practicing." He instructed.

After five minutes, with sweat seeping her T-shirt, Jennifer's arm began to sag and the block became less formed.

"Stop." Ronon demanded.

"What?"

"Your form has gone."

"My arms are tired."

"Rest for two minutes, then start again." Ronon instructed offering Jennifer a drink. When the two minutes were up he asked.

"Ready?" Seeing Jennifer nod he instructed. "Begin."

Obediently Jennifer started to block again trying to fight off the building lactic acid until Ronon once again stopped her and told her to rest. On her fifth iteration she asked.

"Am I ever going to block anything other than air?"

"Are you ready to spar?" Ronon asked.

"No."

"Then back to the air."

-00-

"Ready?" Ronon asked two weeks later.

"I guess." Jennifer replied causing Ronon to stare at her. "Fine, yes I'm ready."

"You sure? This is a waste of time if you don't believe in yourself." Ronon said. "So are you ready?"

"You tell me. You're the expert. I have been training for weeks, practicing move after move. How am I meant to know?" Jennifer asked, her frustration and tiredness showing.

"You'll feel it in here." He said touching his chest. "You trust in what you have learned and believe in yourself. So are you ready?"

"I'm ready."

"Okay. Try to block my punches." Seeing Jennifer nod he slowly threw a punch, which Jennifer blocked. "Good." He commented before increasing his speed. Each time Jennifer blocked his punch.

Ronon continued to vary his attacks, feeling a sense of pride as he saw Jennifer's confidence grow. However, when he felt the confidence changed to over confidence he switched his attack and he increased his speed so he sailed through Jennifer's defences and knocked her to the ground.

Looking down at her he said. "Don't get cocky." He then held out his hand and helped her to her feet.

"A lesson my backside won't forget." Jennifer said.

"Good. Ready?" Ronon asked.

"Ready." Jennifer said as they started again.

-00-

"That was good work." Ronon said a week later. "Now try using this." He said throwing her a long stick. "I want you to block me, then attack when you see an opening."

After a successful block Jennifer gently waved the stick towards Ronon who grabbed it from her hands and demanded. "What was that?"

"You said attack you." Jennifer said defensively.

"So why didn't you?"

"I did."

"No you waved a stick and got disarmed. This time attack like you mean it." He replied handing the stick back to Jennifer. Once again Jennifer gently lunged, once again being disarmed.

"What's wrong?" Ronon demanded.

"Nothing." Jennifer said.

"What are you afraid of?" Ronon pressed.

"Nothing." Jennifer said defiantly. When Ronon merely stood and stared Jennifer said. "Fine, I'm worried I'll hurt you."

"You're worried you'll hurt me?" Ronon asked.

"Yes. I've seen the damage you do to yourself in practice. I don't want to hurt you."

"You know the point of this is to cause pain to your attacker?" Ronon said.

"I know, but you are not someone I want to hurt."

"Want me to dress like a Wraith?" Ronon joked.

"No, but perhaps you could wear pads." Jennifer suggested.

"You want me to wear pads?" Ronon asked.

"Yes, then I can hit you as hard as I want and I won't hurt you." Jennifer explained causing Ronon to look at her like she had lost her mind.

Eventually Ronon said. "In real life people won't wear pads. You need to get used to hitting bodies, it will hurt more than hitting pads."

"Fine. But if you need stiches it's your fault." Jennifer muttered causing Ronon to grin at her new found confidence.

"Ready?" He asked taking a defensive stance.

"Yes. You?"

"Yes." He said as he launched a punch, which Jennifer easily blocked. Jennifer continued to block before she saw an opening, faking a thrust to the right she then thrust to the left and glanced Ronon's thigh causing her to grin.

Jennifer's celebration of her victory was short lived as she found her legs being swept out from under her. Landing on her backside she asked.

"What was that for?"

"You lost concentration." Ronon replied.

"No. I was concentrating very hard on the fact I got through your defences."

"Then you left yourself wide open." He chastised. Holding out his hand to help Jennifer to her feet. "Always be ready and suspect danger."

As Jennifer took Ronon's hand something took over her and she saw an opening and swept out his legs causing him to land on top of her.

Ronon lifted his head so it was a few inches from Jennifer's head and glared down at her.

"You were saying something about always being ready and suspecting danger." Jennifer said innocently.

Ronon continued to stare down at her, becoming increasingly fixated with her lips. Lowering his head he was about to kiss her when Jennifer's radio burst into life. With the moment gone Ronon rolled off Jennifer and watched her frown as she talked with whoever was on the other end.

"Sorry, I'm needed in the infirmary." She said. "I'll see you on the mission tomorrow?"

"Yeah." Ronon said as he watched Jennifer run from the gym wondering what had just happened.

-The End

A/N: Thanks for reading. I hope you enjoyed it. A sequel will be up soon.