Ext. Summary: After my tag fic 'Wrong' someone asked me to write Ronon's 'next time' and, since I am such a big believer that Ronon does, in fact, need a girl and I seem to enjoy inventing my own characters, I've decided to take up that challenge (although, for the record, I'm still a R/K shipper).

Disclaimer: They all belong to Sci Fi, except Remy and Scooter. They're mine.

Chapter One - First Contact

"This is awesome. Remy," Scott Bowen bounced on the balls of his feet, gripping his p90 in pure nervous-excited energy. He felt more like a kid finally tall enough to ride the Zipper at the state fair than a captain on the US Marine Core. He glanced at his friend, but she seemed considerably less enthused than he, "we're getting to go off-world! For the first time," he continued in an exaggerated whisper, not wanting to draw extra attention from the other new soldiers who crowded the gate room floor along with them. "You know, usually SGA1 doesn't participate in off-world orientation, but there were so many new people off the Deadalus this time they had to take a few. How lucky are we that they chose us?" He elbowed his friend lightly in her arm and she sent him a 'you're this close' glare.

She shrugged, kicking the shiny floor with the toe of her combat boots, "they're just people, Scooter. Just like any of us."

Scott rolled his eyes. "Quit pouting 'cause they aren't letting you start practicing flying the jumpers for two more weeks."

Remy pursed her lips and let go of her p90 to tighten her long, dark brown hair in it's ponytail, "I'm not pouting, Scooter."

Scott sighed and went back to bouncing on his feet, "Anyway they're more than 'just people'. They're SGA1. They're the stuff folklore are made of, they're legends in our own time, they're…"

"Standing right behind you?"

Remy and Scott both whirled around and found themselves face to face with the four, slightly amused looking members of SGA1. Their right hands flew to their foreheads in salute.

Sheppard waved away the gesture.

"I'm sorry sir," Scott said, clasping his hands behind his back, "I should have been more discreet."

Remy clenched her jaw to keep a smart alec comment from escaping.

Sheppard shrugged, "we don't mind a little hero worship every now and then," he glanced over his shoulder, "do we guys?"

Teyla smiled at his antics and Ronon grunted, still smirking. Remy glanced down and saw the blaster she'd heard so much about strapped to Ronon's hip.

"No, I actually find a little hero-worship from the new arrivals every now and then is good for the work environment. It uh, inflates the ego for the rare but inevitable trial and error to come." Rodney grinned a self-satisfied smirk and Sheppard turned back to the two junior officers.

"And you two are?"

"Captain Scott Bowen of the United States Marine Core, sir," the young man said, puffing up slightly, "but most folks call me Scooter."

Sheppard nodded a greeting, and turned to the woman, "and you?"

"Lieutenant Remy Robinson, Sir. United States Air Force," she jutted out her chin slightly and Sheppard raised his eyebrow.

"Our rookie off-worlders? Good to meet you. I'm Colonel John Sheppard, this is my team. Dr. Rodney McKay, Teyla Emmagen and Ronon Dex."

Scooter's grin brightened, "we've heard a lot about you all, sir, from the returned Marines back home."

Sheppard nodded. He remembered the IOA recently made it mandatory for new volunteers for the Atlantis mission to spend a minimum 6 hours being debriefed by soldiers who'd been sent back to earth to help better prepare them for Pegasus.

"Glad to have you with us."

"Thank you, sir." The two said in unison. Sheppard and his team led the way to the gate and Remy and Scooter fell into step a few paces behind. Remy was still eyeing the blaster on Ronon's hip when they took a place in the center of the floor, just outside the event horizon.

"See something you like?"

Remy's eyes snapped up to Ronon's, he had his eyebrow raised in a smirk, his hand resting possessively on his blaster's handle.

She smiled, "yeah. That's quite the weapon. I've heard stories." Her eyes fell back to the blaster. In all one motion Ronon pulled it out and twirled it a few times around his finger and slipped it back in.

Remy turned toward the gate when she heard the Colonel telling 'Chuck' to start dialing.

"I'd like to get my hands on one of those," she muttered.

She heard Ronon grunt beside her and looked out of the corner of her eye to watch him step forward toward the newly formed puddle.

"Get in line."

"There's a line, huh?" she asked curiously. Scooter came to stand beside her and they followed SGA1 toward the gate, "how big a line are we talking?"

Ronon paused briefly before stepping in after his team and shook his head. Remy could have sworn she saw him smiling.

"You were flirting with him. With Ronon Dex. The biggest, toughest, strongest guy in the galaxy and one fourth of SGA1," Scooter shook his head, "you're asking for trouble, Ace."

"How's that?"

Scooter sighed, as if having to explain a very simple concept to an even simpler person, "he's Forbidden Fruit, Remy. Look, but don't touch."

Remy rolled her eyes, "and who are you in this rather sloppy retelling? The Devil?"

Scooter pursed his lips at her stubborness, watching as Remy stepped confidently through the gate. She'd always been too cocky for her own good.

"Go ahead and ignore me, Ace. Lets hope it works out better for you than it did for Eve."

TBC