Title: contemporary wushu
Author's LJ/DWJ: kormantic 
Categories: Crossover
Warnings: none
Author's Webpage/Fic list: The Ska Lab
Why this should be read:

Bra'tac is Awesome! What more needs be said? And Teyla and Teal'c are also awesome, and Ronon is determined and cute.  Kids these days.

The air was full of Ronon's harsh breathing and the heavy slam of his body against the mat. As he rose again, he shifted his training staff into his other hand and dropped into a tense crouch. Teyla noted that the training room was strangely crowded with onlookers: many Marines and even scientists stood against the training room's walls, as did Samantha Carter's teammate, Teal'c. As she drew nearer to the action, Teal'c inclined his head in acknowledgement, and she stopped to stand beside him.

"How long have they been sparring?" she asked.

"This is only the third bout. I should say it has not been above an hour." His face was impassive, but something in his tone hinted at amusement.

"I have heard tell of your Master Bra'tac," she said, smiling a little. "I see the stories are true."

Master Bra'tac was in full traditional Jaffa dress: a long robe, a metal collar and a breastplate. He seemed almost absurdly small, standing as he did before Ronon, who, aside from Teal'c, was the tallest man in Atlantis. Bra'tac held his staff weapon loosely, almost negligently, his well-groomed gray beard doing nothing to disguise his broad, genial smile. He tapped the foot of the staff weapon against the floor and said, "Again!"

Catching sight of John across the way, she saw Rodney shoulder past Sayers and Rothman to mutter something to John, who shrugged.

Ronon lowered his head and lunged, but Bra'tac sidestepped him easily, kneeing Ronon in the groin almost as an afterthought. Ronon stumbled heavily and doubled over, panting.

"I like this one, Teal'c. He has spirit! He reminds me of you, when you were young. Foolish and thick-headed, but with a warrior's heart."

contemporary wushu