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[chewie]

"The galaxy needs you," he said as he turned to watch her walk away. "Not this one. Mine."

Perhaps need was a strong word. No, he didn't expect she was vitally crucial to the plan. And if she turned out a bust, there was the other Slayer that had been around nearly as long as this one had. She was more of a loose cannon, according to Riley. And if not her, well, there was apparently a whole lot of them around the world now.

But Ronon would settle for nothing but the best.

[herotypical]

Save a world, and next they'll come warning about the galaxy. Nevermind that the brute of a man implied some separate galaxy. Nevermind that she barely believed in aliens, suspecting most of those stories to just be cosmic demons with funny shaped heads.

But she was a sucker for the word: need. So her steps stopped a handful of feet away, but when she spun back to the two men, it was the second she addressed. "Is he for real? Are you sure I haven't just fallen asleep after watching too many b-movies and am now suffering at the hands of the peanut-butter-banana-anchovy quesadilla Dawn called me up just to demand I make? Because he just lost me at his galaxy."

[chewie]

"Well it's not my galaxy," John said almost defensively. "We already saved this one. Several times, actually. You think vampires are bad, let me tell you about Replicators--"

"My galaxy," Ronon repeated, if only to stop John from derailing them both. "You get once chance at this. You say no? We're gone. You won't see us again. But if you're in, you can do more than playing babysitter here."

[herotypical]

"Someone has to play babysitter," she countered -- loath to admit just how dull it had become to be a den mother to teenage girls. Except for when it wasn't dull at all, and then it was just annoying.

Either way, it wasn't yet a no. "Who are you?"

[chewie]

"Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard, US Airforce. Up over that hill is Agent Jane Hill from MI6. And the big guy here is-"

"Ronon Dex. Specialist of the Sateda Militia. Or I was, until the Wraith wiped out my planet," he said.

John looked to her almost sympathetically. "Look, I know this seems really far fetched. We usually like to hold out on the disbelief by throwing in a few more facts, sweeten the deal, possibly make it sound even more impossible. But if you want to go ahead and skip straight to the Beam Me Up, Scotty, we can go ahead and do that. You just have to promise not to smash anything."

This is why I should have brought Teyla, Ronon thought to himself. Even when he's not leading, he has to run the show.

[herotypical]

Perhaps it didn't matter to Buffy who was trying to run the show -- after all, she breezed through her days fairly confident that she was the only one worth putting in charge. Because although she listened to Sheppard's spiel, it was Ronon's simple addition that snagged her attention and made her focus once again on him.

"What the heck is a Wraith?" It seemed like the most important piece of information buried in a whole lot of BS.

[chewie]

Space vampires is what John had liked to call them, before he found out Earth really did have vampires on it and that the planet was just as in danger of the supernatural as it was from the extraterrestrial.

"The kind of monsters that don't turn to dust. They don't live in gutters and sewers, waiting for night to come. They run the show, leaving the rest of us to try and survive."

[herotypical]

...So, some sort of high functioning demon. Keen on planetary destruction. Not shy. She would be lying if she said she wasn't somewhat curious. But instead of any sort of outright confirmation, she waggled a finger between the pair of them and made a simple offer: "Do either of you drink coffee?"

Back at the castle, she could have this conversation on her own turf.

[chewie]

"Black," Ronon answered.

"Brown," John said instead. "More cream-ish, really. With lots of sugar. Light on the coffee."

[herotypical]

"Then you're in luck, LC," she waved a hand and casually abbreviated the rank. "In Buffy Summers's Castle of Way Too Many Teenage Girls, we never run out of sugar. Oh, we try. We try all the time. But someone keeps buying it."

And the Slayer started walking, fully intending to be followed by the other two.