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This week our topic was Ronon Dex, so here we go. :) They're all mp3s, and anyone can feel free to download!

Wolf Parade - You Are a Runner and I Am My Father's Son
This song I used for my Ronon Dex/Rodney McKay fic by the same name for the sga_santa this year, and well, just look at the title. Need I say more?

I got a number on me
I got a number
Won't make it through the high noon sun
I am my father's son
I am my father's son
His bed is made
I was a hero
Early in the morning
I ain't no hero
In the night
I am my father's son
And I'll build a house inside of you
I'll go in through the mouth
I'll draw three figures on your heart
One of them will be me as a boy
One of them will be me
One of them will be me watching you run
Watching you run
Into the high noon sun
Watching you run
Farther than guns will go
You are a runner
With a stolen voice
And you are a runner
And I am my father's son
I am my father's son
I am my father's son

Lea Salonga - The Journey
This is a song that epitomizes Ronon's determination. He's constantly moving, constantly *living* -- and despite everything he's been through, his life, his story isn't even close to being finished.

Half the world is sleeping,
Half the world's awake
Half can hear their hearts beat
Half just hear them break

I am but a traveler, in most every way
Ask me what you want...to know

What a journey it has been
And the end is not in sight
But the stars are out tonight
And they're bound to guide my way

When they're shining on my life
I can see a better day
I won't let the darkness in,
What a journey it has been.

I have been to sorrow
I have been to bliss
Where I'll be tomorrow,
I can only guess

Through the darkest desert
Through the deepest snow,
Forward always forward, I go..

What a journey it has been
And the end is not in sight
But the stars are out tonight
And they're bound to guide my way

When they're shining on my life
I can see a better day
I won't let the darkness in,
What a journey it has been...

Forward, always forward...
Onward, always up...
Catching every drop of hope
In my empty cup

What a journey it has been
And the end is not in sight
But the stars are out tonight
And they're bound to guide my way

When they're shining on my life
I can see a better day
I won't let the darkness in,
What a journey it has been...

What a journey it has been...

Alexi Murdoch - Dream About Flying
This is a pre-"Runner" Ronon song for me, in his early months or years as a Runner.

Pale light this morning woke me
The slow pain I feel will not let me be
I've so much work to do, I don't know if I can
I'm trying so hard, so hard, so hard
But I am just one man

Five years old I climbed up on a wall,
Mother warned me but I took no heed
And like all creatures great and small
I took a fall and learned that I could bleed

These days I'm afraid of everything,
I suppose 'cause everything will die
For who wants to love what they will lose
So much easier to lie

Sometimes I feel like I'm drowning
Actually, it's more like most of the time
But every now and then, when I am sleeping
I still have a dream that I'm flying

And I wake up crying

Breaking Benjamin - Unknown Soldier
Another one of Ronon as a Runner, doing what he has to survive.

Border line,
Dead inside.
I don't mind,
Falling to pieces.
Count me in, violent
Let's begin, feeding the sickness.
How do I simplify,
Dislocate - the enemy's on the way.

Show me what it's like
To dream in black and white,
So I can leave this world tonight.

Full of fear,
Ever clear.
I'll be here,
Fighting forever.
Curious,
Venomous,
You'll find me
Climbing to heaven.
Never mind,
Turn back time.
You'll be fine - I will get left behind.

Show me what it's like
To dream in black and white,
So I can leave this world tonight.

Holding on too tight.
Breathe the breath of life,
So I can leave this world behind.

It only hurts just once.
They're only broken bones.
Hide the hate inside.

Oh.

Forever ... one
I'll be fine

Show me what it's like
To dream in black and white,
So I can leave this world tonight.

Holding on too tight.
Breathe the breath of life,
So I can leave this world behind.

Dar Williams - By Way of Sorrow
And to end on a happier note, this is Ronon when he first comes to Atlantis, when Sheppard and Teyla try to make him feel welcome, and he gradually begins to see the promise of home that Atlantis holds for him.

You've been taken by the wind
You have known the kiss of sorrow
Doors that would not take you in
Outcast and a stranger

You have come by way of sorrow
You have come by way of tears
But you'll reach your destiny
Meant to find you all these years
Meant to find you all these years

You have drunk a bitter wine
With none to be your comfort
You who once were left behind
Will be welcome at love's table

You have come by way of sorrow
You have come by way of tears
But you'll reach your destiny
Meant to find you all these years
Meant to find you all these years

All the nights that joy has slept
Will awake to days of laughter
Gone the tears that you have wept
You'll dance in freedom ever after

You have come by way of sorrow
You have come by way of tears
But you'll reach your destiny
Meant to find you all these years
Meant to find you all these years

*

Okay, one more song, because, um,

blue_raven and I had WAY too much fun with this song and Rodney being at a dance school but who isn't gay, damnit, no matter what Cadman says, and, yes, well, enjoy the song. It's a lot of fun.

Jackpot - Psycho Ballerina

I can't be your Superman 'cause no one's really that super,
But I'll steal the neighbor's cat with you.
Believe me when I say I'd love to run faster than a train someday
And say all the right things to sweep you off your feet

Oh, Psycho Ballerina, sleep with me on an ocean cliff
It's you I smell, it's you I miss
Oh, Psycho Ballerina, fling off your shoes, let down your hair
Let's drive into the middle of nowhere

The phone it keeps on ringing, the Earth it keeps spinning,
The dirt is brown, the moon is white, and I need you now
Every night I have a ton of dreams I can't remember in the morning
Let's slip on through back-and-forth and call me up

Oh, Psycho Ballerina, sleep with me on an ocean cliff
It's you I smell, it's you I miss
Oh, Psycho Ballerina, fling off your shoes, let down your hair
Let's drive into the middle of nowhere

Oh, Psycho Ballerina, sleep with me on an ocean cliff
It's you I smell, it's you I miss
Oh, Psycho Ballerina, fling off your shoes, let down your hair
Let's drive into the middle of nowhere and fly

*

And now for fanfic recs!

...Okay, I am title whore. I know this. And

minervacat? I admit to a bit of worship when it comes to her titles. What's even better? The actual stories are wonderful too!

The Towers On The Heights Reach To Heav'n's Own Blue by

minervacat

(Gen, SGA/SG-1, R) This is all about sports. ...Seriously. But that shouldn't deter you. It didn't deter me and the only sport I know anything about is soccer. The summary reads: "In which John Sheppard hates cricket and accidentally starts an intramural soccer league, and Cameron Mitchell thinks McKay's sister sucks." A lengthy story (it's a little over 9,000 words), it's humorous, witty, and has wonderful characterizations of the SGA cast, as

minervacat's always do.

The senior staff each got their own compressed file from the SGC's bi-weekly databursts; Elizabeth's was mostly personnel reports, expense accounts, administrata -- Rodney's files were from Sam Carter and Dr. Lee and Jeannie, half personal emails (Jeannie) and half project reports on various pieces of Ancient tech (Carter and Dr. Lee). Everyone had personal emails in the databurst, except for John, because there wasn't anyone on Earth who John wanted to hear from. Or who, if John had heard from, John would write back to.

John got weapons specs to check out, and the occasional mission report from General Landry, if the General thought the battle information was important. One of the Marines -- one of the only Marines who'd liked him while he was commanding SG-9 -- occasionally sent him sports scores, but that was it. No personal email, filtering down from the databurst files and popping into his inbox, days after they'd been sent.

It was kind of a relief, actually. John didn't mind at all. (Rodney hated the way the databurst handled emails sent from outside the Atlantis network; he filtered everything that came from the SGC into a folder and sometimes didn't look at them until weeks later. "They waited a week," he said to Elizabeth when she complained about Rodney's email habits. "They can wait another week.")

we were never good soldiers (or very good fighters) by

minervacat

(Ronon/Teyla, R) Spoilers up to "The Return I." Baby!fic! A lovely, slightly melancholy but beautifully hopeful look at how life goes on, how it MUST go on, in the Pegasus Galaxy.

Teyla crossed her arms across her chest, and every man in the gate room backed up; even the Marines were a little intimidated by her on a good day, and since she had demonstrated that she could still beat them at even their own games, even when she was eight months pregnant, intimidation had slid a little toward fear and a lot toward respect. No one was going to step between John and Teyla, not even if she couldn't fasten her vest shut anymore, not even if she had to rest her arms on her stomach when she crossed them.

"If anything happens to you or the baby," John tried again, "Ronon would eat me for lunch."

Teyla raised an eyebrow.

"Ronon, make her go back to her quarters and see that she stays there," John said, in his best I'm-the-military-commander-of-Atlantis voice, the one that no one actually listened to unless death was on the line.

Ronon, who handled the idea of becoming a father with a great deal of grace and Zen calm, stared at his wife, who had shifted her level stare from John to him. Ronon stared at his Teyla, stared at her round, full belly, and said, "But how am I supposed to pick her up?"

Teyla glared harder. John hid behind Rodney.

Belling the Cat by

mklutz

(Gen, SGA, MENSA-verse, G) Contains minor spoilers for “Sunday” about Lorne, but nothing plot-related. But this cute piece, where Ancient technology strikes again, and you get to see Rod, Lorne, and Zelenka as cats and hilarity ensues, was inspired by the MENSA Remix Challenge over at

mensa_au, which y'all should check out. This piece is short, adorable, and just made me smile the entire time. And I loved dork!Sheppard. A lot.

"You're taking this pretty personally, Dr. McKay," Sheppard sighs after the meeting ends. He's sitting ramrod straight in his usual seat and blinking behind his glasses. "This is an excellent research opportunity and you should appreciate the sheer multitude of possible applications."

There are so many ways Rod could reply to that, but all he manages is a growl-hiss that’s really less masculine than he would like.

"Besides," Sheppard continues, oblivious, "if you would come to our Mensa meeting this week you could be the first cat to win a game of Power Barons. In space!" Sheppard likes adding "In space!" to the end of things, possibly to remind himself that he is actually living in an Ancient Alien city in another galaxy.