SGA Fic: Trespassers (Lorne team) Part 2 of 2
Title: Trespassers (2/2)
Author: 1000traenen
Summary: Lorne and his team are in trouble. Can they get themselves out or will Sheppard have to do the honors?
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Claim: Major Lorne
Prompt: #4- Nickelback- Savin’ Me
Word Count: 3723 (total for the two parts)
Rating: FR18
Warnings: Violence ahead. No spoilers.
Disclaimer: Since you don’t see this on TV, I obviously don’t own SGA. People far luckier (and wealthier) than I possess them.
Author's Notes: Not beta’d, so all mistakes are mine.
Link to table
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On these hands and knees I'm crawlin''>
“Sheppard, I’m getting life signs,” McKay announced, stopping in his tracks.
Luckily, McKay was known for doing that and Sheppard was able to avoid colliding with him. Ronon and Teyla also stopped, turning to face their teammates.
“How far?” Sheppard asked.
“Two kilometers, give or take,” McKay answered. “These things don’t exactly come with distance gauges.”
“Let’s double-time it, then. If Lorne’s not answering, there’s a problem,” Sheppard said, and the team continued their trek through the forest.
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It didn’t take Lorne long to realize what his punishment was. One crack of the whip, one laceration into his bare skin was enough. The only question was- how many? One was followed by two, and he stopped counting after that. With clenched teeth and his arms holding onto the pole as tightly as possible, Lorne took each lash as best he could. After each lash, breath was forced out of his lungs, and he was barely able to get another one before the next lash fell.
Then it was over. He heard voices, but couldn’t make out who’s voice or the words that were being said. He knew nothing except for the pain and dizziness that were quickly consuming him. He fought to stay awake, to regain his senses and his awareness, he knew he needed to use this opportunity to whatever advantage that he had. But his legs couldn’t support him and he sank to his knees, his chest and chin getting scrapped in the process.
A while later, it could’ve been minutes or hours for all Lorne knew, he was slowly beginning to get himself back together. He stayed as still as possible, not wanting the captors to know what was happening. He opened his eyes to see that night had fallen, and he knew that the chilly air was helping him. He listened for a few minutes, and when he was sure that none of the captors were around, he played with the bonds on his wrists.
Smirking slightly, he loosened the bonds as he kept an ear out. As soon as his wrists were free, he turned so that he was sitting on the dirt. He could make out the forms of his three teammates, and saw that Coffey and Dillon were watching him intently. He kept low, and made his way over to them.
“Where’s the rest of the party?” Lorne asked as he untied Coffey.
“All snug and warm in their beds,” Coffey answered bitterly.
“Good, let them stay there until morning. Hopefully we can get back to the gate before anyone notices were gone,” Lorne replied.
“Sir?” Coffey asked when Lorne untied his hands, but didn’t move.
“Just get Dillon first. Then go get our weapons and our transmitter and whatever gear you can. We’ll meet you there.”
Coffey did as he was told. And once Dillon was free, Coffey crept away. Parrish and Dillon helped a weakened Lorne to meet Coffey, who was waiting with their packs and weapons. Lorne raised an eyebrow when he saw everything, but Coffey opened his mouth before Lorne could ask.
“We’ll manage. I don’t want to leave these bastards a thing that they could use.”
Lorne nodded, but said nothing. He wasn’t surprised that he wasn’t the only one with vindictive thoughts. Coffey took point while Parrish supported Lorne as best he could and Dillon covered their backs. It wasn’t long before Coffey stopped suddenly, raised a fist, and the team dropped low. He pointed ahead, then crept forward. A figure appeared in the path, and it didn’t take them long to know who was in front of them.
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“It’s getting dark, John,” McKay whined…again.
“Yes, Rodney, I can see that,” Sheppard dryly replied, tightening his grip on his P-90 to keep his rising frustration in check.
“Shouldn’t we be setting up camp or something like that?”
Sighing, Sheppard snapped, “No, we aren’t setting up camp. We’re finding Lorne and getting him and his team the Hell out of here.”
“We don’t even know anything’s wrong…” McKay began, then snapped his mouth shut when he saw the look he was getting.
“I’m not taking that chance. Anyway, something is wrong, and don’t ask me how I know. I just do. Call it Colonel’s Intuition if you want.”
“Colonel’s Intuition?” McKay repeated. “You can’t just co-op something…”
“I can if I want,” Sheppard growled. “I also know my Major. Lorne doesn’t pull shit like this. If he doesn’t answer, then something’s keeping him from doing so.”
Wisely, McKay didn’t argue the point any further. He just shrugged and went to follow Ronon and Teyla. Night came soon, and they used night-vision goggles to make their way through the dense forest. Ronon went ahead a little, then jogged back.
“There’s people up ahead,” Ronon stated.
“How many?” Sheppard asked.
“Four,” McKay answered, consulting his scanner.
“Our guys?”
“I don’t know,” McKay answered. “This may read the difference between human and Wraith, but not between Atlantis personnel…”
“The ‘I don’t know’ part was sufficient,” Sheppard interrupted.
“I’ll take a look around and report back,” Ronon offered, and Sheppard nodded.
The others followed at a slower pace as Sheppard didn’t want Ronon getting too far ahead of them should trouble be up ahead.
“Sheppard,” Ronon’s voice came over the radio.
“Sheppard here.”
“It’s Lorne and his team. I can hear their scientist,” Ronon reported.
“We’re on our way,” Sheppard replied.
“Parrish isn’t really…” McKay began.
“Rodney, shut up,” Sheppard sighed.
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“Ronon,” Lorne sighed when he saw the dreadlocked figure in the moonlight.
“We were coming to rescue you,” Ronon said, kneeling in front of the Major who had yet to get to his feet.
“Still might need it,” Dillon replied. “There’s a commotion coming from the village, which means our absence has been noticed.”
“Sheppard, Teyla and McKay are right behind me,” Ronon said. “What happened to you?”
“They took a whip to him,” Coffey answered with anger. “Those bastards…”
“Coffey,” Lorne said. “Now isn’t the time.”
“Yes, sir,” Coffey replied, then turned quickly when he heard voices behind him. Raising his weapon, he immediately lowered it when he saw it was Sheppard, Teyla and McKay.
“We’ve got company coming this way,” McKay said, holding up his scanner. “A lot of them.”
“They’re looking for us,” Parrish said from his place next to Lorne.
“They’re looking for a fight,” Ronon added. “And I’d love to give ‘em one.”
“You and me both,” Coffey threw in, getting an agreement from Dillon.
“Lorne?” Sheppard asked, seeing his second-in-command sitting on the dirt path.
“We gotta get him to Beckett,” Dillon answered.
“Now,” Parrish added. “He’s fading on me.”
“Alright,” Sheppard said. “Teyla, I want you up ahead. Get to the gate and let Weir know that we have them…”
“And I will make sure that Dr. Beckett is ready for Major Lorne,” she finished for the Colonel.
As Teyla went back up the path, Sheppard looked at the other three men. Seeing that they appeared well, he went about dividing up the tasks.
“Ronon, I want you watching our sixes in case the party decides to crash us. McKay, you keep an eye on their progress, I don’t want them getting too close. Dillon, you and Parrish take Lorne while Coffey and I take point.”
Once Parrish was able to waken Lorne enough to get him to move, the Atlanteans slowly made their way toward the gate. It was slow since Lorne was getting weaker by the step.
“Sir,” Dillon panted. “He’s out.”
He and Parrish slowly lowered the unconscious Major to the ground, then stretched out their bodies.
“They’re getting close,” McKay reported nervously.
“Can we get to the gate before them?” Sheppard asked.
McKay shook his head. “They’re moving to fast and the gate’s too far. They’ll catch up to us soon.”
“Then we take up defensive positions here,” Sheppard said. “We’ve got to make our stand and we might as well do it here. There’s plenty of cover.”
Sheppard radioed the information to Teyla, who offered to return and assist, but Sheppard refused. She needed to update Atlantis and make sure Lorne had help waiting for him. Once Parrish, McKay and Lorne were well away from the area that would be the fight, Coffey, Dillon, Ronon and Sheppard took up various positions and waited.
They didn’t have to wait long, as the voices came closer and got louder. Soon, torches were seen. Coffey, who was the bait, stepped out into the path.
“Took you long enough,” he said when he saw that Novil was leading the parade.
“How did you get free?” Novil demanded, and when he took a step forward, Coffey raised his P-90.
“I’d stay back,” Coffey warned, thumbing the safety, though he knew it was off.
“You will return, and we will find the others.”
“You see, I have a problem with that,” Sheppard said, taking a step out. “I’m taking them back.”
“They have not served out their punishment,” Novil replied.
“You want punishment?” Ronon asked, stepping out and raising his weapon level with Novil’s head.
The sound of a gun cocking in the darkness was the only sound from Dillon, and it was eerily effective. Novil glanced behind him, and Coffey recognized the others as their captors.
“It’s up to you,” Sheppard said. “But if you want to fight about it, I can guarantee there’ll be blood, and it’s going to be yours.”
“You have no right…” Novil began, but stopped as something flew right in front of his eyes.
“The next shot won’t miss,” Ronon warned.
Novil glanced and saw the imposing man closest to him. Then he turned back to his followers.
“Leave, and know you will never be welcome here,” Novil said.
“I can live with that,” Sheppard said.
Once the others were far enough away, Dillon helped Parrish with Lorne while McKay confirmed that they were alone. Sheppard radioed Teyla to update her, and let her know that they were on their way.
“Anyway, they probably party like it’s 899,” Sheppard muttered, Coffey taking point alone while he followed Dillon, Parrish and Lorne.
“You know, depending on…” McKay began, then saw the look he was getting from Sheppard. “I know, I know. Shut up, Rodney.”
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It was a slow awakening for Lorne. The first thing that registered was the warmth, then the light behind his eyelids. A little while later were the voices, though there were too many to make out. Then he felt hands touching his every so often, or his shoulders. Then he realized a needle in his arm and the unmistakable Scottish brogue that could only belong to one person in the Pegasus Galaxy.
“Doc Beckett?” Lorne slurred, and he was surprised when the doctor understood him.
“I’m here, lad,” Beckett answered. “Welcome back.”
“How long?” was Lorne’s next question as he struggled to right himself.
“Don’t,” Beckett tisked. “You have stitches on your back that need healing. That’s why you’re on your front to begin with. You’ve been back for two days now.”
“Parrish…Coffey…Dillon?”
“All fine,” Beckett answered. “As you will be soon enough.”
Lorne was then asleep again. And the next time he woke, he wasn’t alone, but he had different company. Before he opened his eyes, he listened to what was going on around him. And he heard his team rehashing tales ranging from childhood to high school and college and beyond. He opened his eyes slowly, then focused on the three men who were watching him intently.
“Major?” the three asked simultaneously.
Lorne didn’t say anything, he just raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly. Once the others had their turns to assure the Major of their good health, they went back to their stories, and Lorne threw in a comment here and there until he was lulled to sleep.
FIN
Author: 1000traenen
Summary: Lorne and his team are in trouble. Can they get themselves out or will Sheppard have to do the honors?
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Claim: Major Lorne
Prompt: #4- Nickelback- Savin’ Me
Word Count: 3723 (total for the two parts)
Rating: FR18
Warnings: Violence ahead. No spoilers.
Disclaimer: Since you don’t see this on TV, I obviously don’t own SGA. People far luckier (and wealthier) than I possess them.
Author's Notes: Not beta’d, so all mistakes are mine.
Link to table
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On these hands and knees I'm crawlin''>
“Sheppard, I’m getting life signs,” McKay announced, stopping in his tracks.
Luckily, McKay was known for doing that and Sheppard was able to avoid colliding with him. Ronon and Teyla also stopped, turning to face their teammates.
“How far?” Sheppard asked.
“Two kilometers, give or take,” McKay answered. “These things don’t exactly come with distance gauges.”
“Let’s double-time it, then. If Lorne’s not answering, there’s a problem,” Sheppard said, and the team continued their trek through the forest.
---
It didn’t take Lorne long to realize what his punishment was. One crack of the whip, one laceration into his bare skin was enough. The only question was- how many? One was followed by two, and he stopped counting after that. With clenched teeth and his arms holding onto the pole as tightly as possible, Lorne took each lash as best he could. After each lash, breath was forced out of his lungs, and he was barely able to get another one before the next lash fell.
Then it was over. He heard voices, but couldn’t make out who’s voice or the words that were being said. He knew nothing except for the pain and dizziness that were quickly consuming him. He fought to stay awake, to regain his senses and his awareness, he knew he needed to use this opportunity to whatever advantage that he had. But his legs couldn’t support him and he sank to his knees, his chest and chin getting scrapped in the process.
A while later, it could’ve been minutes or hours for all Lorne knew, he was slowly beginning to get himself back together. He stayed as still as possible, not wanting the captors to know what was happening. He opened his eyes to see that night had fallen, and he knew that the chilly air was helping him. He listened for a few minutes, and when he was sure that none of the captors were around, he played with the bonds on his wrists.
Smirking slightly, he loosened the bonds as he kept an ear out. As soon as his wrists were free, he turned so that he was sitting on the dirt. He could make out the forms of his three teammates, and saw that Coffey and Dillon were watching him intently. He kept low, and made his way over to them.
“Where’s the rest of the party?” Lorne asked as he untied Coffey.
“All snug and warm in their beds,” Coffey answered bitterly.
“Good, let them stay there until morning. Hopefully we can get back to the gate before anyone notices were gone,” Lorne replied.
“Sir?” Coffey asked when Lorne untied his hands, but didn’t move.
“Just get Dillon first. Then go get our weapons and our transmitter and whatever gear you can. We’ll meet you there.”
Coffey did as he was told. And once Dillon was free, Coffey crept away. Parrish and Dillon helped a weakened Lorne to meet Coffey, who was waiting with their packs and weapons. Lorne raised an eyebrow when he saw everything, but Coffey opened his mouth before Lorne could ask.
“We’ll manage. I don’t want to leave these bastards a thing that they could use.”
Lorne nodded, but said nothing. He wasn’t surprised that he wasn’t the only one with vindictive thoughts. Coffey took point while Parrish supported Lorne as best he could and Dillon covered their backs. It wasn’t long before Coffey stopped suddenly, raised a fist, and the team dropped low. He pointed ahead, then crept forward. A figure appeared in the path, and it didn’t take them long to know who was in front of them.
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“It’s getting dark, John,” McKay whined…again.
“Yes, Rodney, I can see that,” Sheppard dryly replied, tightening his grip on his P-90 to keep his rising frustration in check.
“Shouldn’t we be setting up camp or something like that?”
Sighing, Sheppard snapped, “No, we aren’t setting up camp. We’re finding Lorne and getting him and his team the Hell out of here.”
“We don’t even know anything’s wrong…” McKay began, then snapped his mouth shut when he saw the look he was getting.
“I’m not taking that chance. Anyway, something is wrong, and don’t ask me how I know. I just do. Call it Colonel’s Intuition if you want.”
“Colonel’s Intuition?” McKay repeated. “You can’t just co-op something…”
“I can if I want,” Sheppard growled. “I also know my Major. Lorne doesn’t pull shit like this. If he doesn’t answer, then something’s keeping him from doing so.”
Wisely, McKay didn’t argue the point any further. He just shrugged and went to follow Ronon and Teyla. Night came soon, and they used night-vision goggles to make their way through the dense forest. Ronon went ahead a little, then jogged back.
“There’s people up ahead,” Ronon stated.
“How many?” Sheppard asked.
“Four,” McKay answered, consulting his scanner.
“Our guys?”
“I don’t know,” McKay answered. “This may read the difference between human and Wraith, but not between Atlantis personnel…”
“The ‘I don’t know’ part was sufficient,” Sheppard interrupted.
“I’ll take a look around and report back,” Ronon offered, and Sheppard nodded.
The others followed at a slower pace as Sheppard didn’t want Ronon getting too far ahead of them should trouble be up ahead.
“Sheppard,” Ronon’s voice came over the radio.
“Sheppard here.”
“It’s Lorne and his team. I can hear their scientist,” Ronon reported.
“We’re on our way,” Sheppard replied.
“Parrish isn’t really…” McKay began.
“Rodney, shut up,” Sheppard sighed.
---
“Ronon,” Lorne sighed when he saw the dreadlocked figure in the moonlight.
“We were coming to rescue you,” Ronon said, kneeling in front of the Major who had yet to get to his feet.
“Still might need it,” Dillon replied. “There’s a commotion coming from the village, which means our absence has been noticed.”
“Sheppard, Teyla and McKay are right behind me,” Ronon said. “What happened to you?”
“They took a whip to him,” Coffey answered with anger. “Those bastards…”
“Coffey,” Lorne said. “Now isn’t the time.”
“Yes, sir,” Coffey replied, then turned quickly when he heard voices behind him. Raising his weapon, he immediately lowered it when he saw it was Sheppard, Teyla and McKay.
“We’ve got company coming this way,” McKay said, holding up his scanner. “A lot of them.”
“They’re looking for us,” Parrish said from his place next to Lorne.
“They’re looking for a fight,” Ronon added. “And I’d love to give ‘em one.”
“You and me both,” Coffey threw in, getting an agreement from Dillon.
“Lorne?” Sheppard asked, seeing his second-in-command sitting on the dirt path.
“We gotta get him to Beckett,” Dillon answered.
“Now,” Parrish added. “He’s fading on me.”
“Alright,” Sheppard said. “Teyla, I want you up ahead. Get to the gate and let Weir know that we have them…”
“And I will make sure that Dr. Beckett is ready for Major Lorne,” she finished for the Colonel.
As Teyla went back up the path, Sheppard looked at the other three men. Seeing that they appeared well, he went about dividing up the tasks.
“Ronon, I want you watching our sixes in case the party decides to crash us. McKay, you keep an eye on their progress, I don’t want them getting too close. Dillon, you and Parrish take Lorne while Coffey and I take point.”
Once Parrish was able to waken Lorne enough to get him to move, the Atlanteans slowly made their way toward the gate. It was slow since Lorne was getting weaker by the step.
“Sir,” Dillon panted. “He’s out.”
He and Parrish slowly lowered the unconscious Major to the ground, then stretched out their bodies.
“They’re getting close,” McKay reported nervously.
“Can we get to the gate before them?” Sheppard asked.
McKay shook his head. “They’re moving to fast and the gate’s too far. They’ll catch up to us soon.”
“Then we take up defensive positions here,” Sheppard said. “We’ve got to make our stand and we might as well do it here. There’s plenty of cover.”
Sheppard radioed the information to Teyla, who offered to return and assist, but Sheppard refused. She needed to update Atlantis and make sure Lorne had help waiting for him. Once Parrish, McKay and Lorne were well away from the area that would be the fight, Coffey, Dillon, Ronon and Sheppard took up various positions and waited.
They didn’t have to wait long, as the voices came closer and got louder. Soon, torches were seen. Coffey, who was the bait, stepped out into the path.
“Took you long enough,” he said when he saw that Novil was leading the parade.
“How did you get free?” Novil demanded, and when he took a step forward, Coffey raised his P-90.
“I’d stay back,” Coffey warned, thumbing the safety, though he knew it was off.
“You will return, and we will find the others.”
“You see, I have a problem with that,” Sheppard said, taking a step out. “I’m taking them back.”
“They have not served out their punishment,” Novil replied.
“You want punishment?” Ronon asked, stepping out and raising his weapon level with Novil’s head.
The sound of a gun cocking in the darkness was the only sound from Dillon, and it was eerily effective. Novil glanced behind him, and Coffey recognized the others as their captors.
“It’s up to you,” Sheppard said. “But if you want to fight about it, I can guarantee there’ll be blood, and it’s going to be yours.”
“You have no right…” Novil began, but stopped as something flew right in front of his eyes.
“The next shot won’t miss,” Ronon warned.
Novil glanced and saw the imposing man closest to him. Then he turned back to his followers.
“Leave, and know you will never be welcome here,” Novil said.
“I can live with that,” Sheppard said.
Once the others were far enough away, Dillon helped Parrish with Lorne while McKay confirmed that they were alone. Sheppard radioed Teyla to update her, and let her know that they were on their way.
“Anyway, they probably party like it’s 899,” Sheppard muttered, Coffey taking point alone while he followed Dillon, Parrish and Lorne.
“You know, depending on…” McKay began, then saw the look he was getting from Sheppard. “I know, I know. Shut up, Rodney.”
---
It was a slow awakening for Lorne. The first thing that registered was the warmth, then the light behind his eyelids. A little while later were the voices, though there were too many to make out. Then he felt hands touching his every so often, or his shoulders. Then he realized a needle in his arm and the unmistakable Scottish brogue that could only belong to one person in the Pegasus Galaxy.
“Doc Beckett?” Lorne slurred, and he was surprised when the doctor understood him.
“I’m here, lad,” Beckett answered. “Welcome back.”
“How long?” was Lorne’s next question as he struggled to right himself.
“Don’t,” Beckett tisked. “You have stitches on your back that need healing. That’s why you’re on your front to begin with. You’ve been back for two days now.”
“Parrish…Coffey…Dillon?”
“All fine,” Beckett answered. “As you will be soon enough.”
Lorne was then asleep again. And the next time he woke, he wasn’t alone, but he had different company. Before he opened his eyes, he listened to what was going on around him. And he heard his team rehashing tales ranging from childhood to high school and college and beyond. He opened his eyes slowly, then focused on the three men who were watching him intently.
“Major?” the three asked simultaneously.
Lorne didn’t say anything, he just raised an eyebrow and smiled slightly. Once the others had their turns to assure the Major of their good health, they went back to their stories, and Lorne threw in a comment here and there until he was lulled to sleep.
FIN