SGA/Real Genius ficlet: The Marines Love Her (Lorne, Parrish, Jordan; G).
Title: The Marines Love Her
Characters: Lorne, Parrish, Jordan (hints at Lorne/Parrish)
Rating: G
Words: About 1400
Summary: Jordan. On Atlantis. She makes stuff.
Notes: I woke up this morning with the overwhelming need to write Jordan and Lorne interacting. Short ficlet for my amusement.
New science staff transfers aren't Evan Lorne's problem. He doesn't have to sign off on them, arrange for their quarters, or even set up their basic weapons training sessions. Still, he keeps a note of comings and goings, updates personnel numbers, and generally makes sure he knows what's going on.
Eventually, he meets them all - maybe in the mess hall, or during an emergency, or if he's detailed to escort scientists off-world.
Sometimes he hears rumours about new staff - how much McKay hates them, or who's flirting with whom. The rumour about the latest three - general all-round geniuses - is that they always work together, and you don't get one without the other two.
"They're a package deal," Parrish tells him, one night over a beer-and-intel-sharing session. Parrish always has decent gossip. Evan mostly gets the Marine scuttlebutt, which is more predictable than anything else - that Michaels maybe likes his guns a little too much, or that Hendricks wants to grow his hair out like Ronon's.
"They wanted the one guy - Mitch Taylor, he's some kind of laser genius - but Taylor put his foot down and insisted that Knight and Cochran come too. McKay wasn't thrilled - he hates Knight - but signed off on it."
Evan smirks, imaging the standoff that probably happened.
"None of them have PhDs. And they're kind of weird." Parrish adds. "Not like you'd imagine."
"What?"
Parrish leans in close. "They're happy. I mean it. Really, really happy. And slightly chaotic, but not in the way we've come to know and not-love."
That shouldn't be weird. But it is.
*
They've been on Atlantis for almost two weeks before Evan meets her. She just rushes into his office one morning, a little frantic around the eyes.
"Oh, hi! Hi, are you Major Lorne? Is this your office? I found the right office, right? Hi! I'm Jordan."
He's already standing, because a frantic, new scientist never means anything good. "What's the prob-" he starts, but she cuts him off, speaks right over him.
"Atlantis is great, isn't it? How do you like it? I like it a lot, and after I got the gene therapy, I liked it even more. You know what? I've been exploring because it's really quiet at night - I never sleep, never! - and I've found all kinds of interesting stuff."
"Doctor, you shouldn't just explore -"
She's grinning, eyes still a little wild. "Oh, I'm not a doctor! And anyway, exploring is fun! I like finding hidden tunnels, and there are so many here!" She shakes her head. "But I'm not here to talk about exploring! Not during working hours. Major, I just have something for you - I was going to give it to Colonel Sheppard, but I can't find him - do you think he's hiding from me? That doesn't seem very nice, but I don't know, maybe he's busy."
"Ma'am, Colonel Sheppard doesn't hide from scientists." Except when he does, which is surprisingly often.
"Oh well! I don't mind, because it means I get to meet you! Hi, people say nice things about you! Anyway, I got really bored one night, and I remembered hearing the soldiers talking about stuff, and anyway, I made you this." She pulls something from behind her back and holds it out. "It kept my hands busy while I thought about things. Here," she says, waving it at him. "Take it!"
He takes it. He looks at it. Maybe his heart rate speeds up a bit. Just a little. "Is this -"
"Yes! It's a stunner! I looked at the Wraith stunners, and also Ronon Dex's stunner - he let me hold it but wouldn't let me take it apart, but he's nice, isn't he? Kind of sweet - anyway, and I made a better version. For us. That no-one else has. And it's keyed to the gene! So, you test it, okay? And let me know if you like it. Because I can make more. Lots more. Whenever you want! Okay, have fun! Bye." And she runs back out of his office.
Evan looks at the gun. He feels stunned, and possibly slightly giddy. He's also really, really glad that Sheppard probably is hiding.
He's still standing, staring at the gun in his hands when he hears a quick, hard knock on his door.
"Yes?"
Jordan steps inside. "Hi."
"Hi. Again."
She smiles, pushing her dark hair out of her eyes. She's maybe in her late 30s, and he figures she's almost always smiling. She takes a deep breath. "I think maybe I was a little frantic. Just now. When I came in here. Mitch says I should try and be less frantic, because I startle people. And Chris says everyone here is already really wound up and jumpy and tighter than a horse's ass, so I should be careful. Did I startle you?"
"Uh. No, ma'am."
Her eyes narrow. "Are you lying?"
"Maybe?"
She grins again, wide and happy. "Okay! Anyway, hi. I'm Jordan. I work here now. Do you like the gun?"
Does he like it? "It looks great."
"Wait 'till you see what it does! I tested it and everything. Even on Chris! He didn't wake up for hours!"
Oh, fuck. "Ma'am if there are weapons tests, you need to -"
But she's laughing. "Sorry! Sorry, just joking. You do the testing, tell me if anything should be changed, I'll make a dozen more in a few days. Okay? Bye, nice to meet you, Major!" And she's back out the door.
Parrish is right. She seems really, really happy. And completely chaotic.
*
"She made me a gun," he tells Parrish that night. "A really great gun." He's fairly sure he sounds a little dreamy, maybe giddy. The test firing had gone well. Really, really well. Incredibly well.
"She improved the irrigation system in Botany Lab Three," Parrish says. "She did it overnight, and left us a note saying, 'Surprise!'. There were sparkles on it. And she knit me a sweater because she said I looked cold."
Evan had noticed the sweater. It looks pretty warm. "She said she'd make a dozen more guns in a few days. The Marines love her." They really, really do. Evan had never seen such spontaneous declarations of love from so many Marines. It had been a little unnerving. If there's ever an emergency, Jordan isn't going to lack a protection detail. And if she goes off-world, Marines will probably fall over each other volunteering to be on the team.
"I think I might, too." Parrish absently strokes the hem of his sweater.
Evan nods. Yeah.
*
He sees her around, sometimes. In the mess hall, or rushing down a hallway. Sometimes she's with two guys - one who looks like he'd rather be surfing, another who looks like he'd rather be watching the guy surfing. He figures the two guys are Knight and Taylor, although he's not sure which is which.
But mostly he sees her when she runs into his office, and says, "Oh, Major, here, I made you this!"
So far, 'this' has included the stunner, the stunner Mark 2 (the "For hiding in your boot, Major!" version), the stunner Mark 3 (far less portable, but far more powerful), a green and blue sweater, unbreakable bootlaces ("The fibre was a side-effect of another experiment, but it's really exciting!"), a device that fills out his paperwork ("Just think what you want to write! And it will!"), and several small pots of paint in rich, iridescent colours.
Sometimes he barely says, "Thank you," before she's running back out the door. This is probably a good thing, because he's beginning to think that one day he might accidentally blurt out, "Marry me," which really wouldn't work out. At all.
And he doesn't want to have to fight the Marines for her. Particularly Michaels, who has stopped talking about his guns quite so much, and has started talking about Jordan. Respectfully. With awe. Sometimes he blushes a little.
"Michaels asked me about flowers again today," Parrish says over a beer.
"Did you get him some?"
Parrish shakes his head. "Nope. We're flower-free at the moment."
Huh. "Well, that explains it."
"What?"
Evan grins. "He asked me to paint him a picture. Of flowers. 'Big flowers. Nice ones. If you have time, sir,'" he mimics, avoiding Parrish's eyes the same way Michaels had avoided his. "He offered to pay. In beer."
Parrish grins. "Excellent." He holds out his bottle. "To Jordan."
Hell, yeah.
End.
Characters: Lorne, Parrish, Jordan (hints at Lorne/Parrish)
Rating: G
Words: About 1400
Summary: Jordan. On Atlantis. She makes stuff.
Notes: I woke up this morning with the overwhelming need to write Jordan and Lorne interacting. Short ficlet for my amusement.
New science staff transfers aren't Evan Lorne's problem. He doesn't have to sign off on them, arrange for their quarters, or even set up their basic weapons training sessions. Still, he keeps a note of comings and goings, updates personnel numbers, and generally makes sure he knows what's going on.
Eventually, he meets them all - maybe in the mess hall, or during an emergency, or if he's detailed to escort scientists off-world.
Sometimes he hears rumours about new staff - how much McKay hates them, or who's flirting with whom. The rumour about the latest three - general all-round geniuses - is that they always work together, and you don't get one without the other two.
"They're a package deal," Parrish tells him, one night over a beer-and-intel-sharing session. Parrish always has decent gossip. Evan mostly gets the Marine scuttlebutt, which is more predictable than anything else - that Michaels maybe likes his guns a little too much, or that Hendricks wants to grow his hair out like Ronon's.
"They wanted the one guy - Mitch Taylor, he's some kind of laser genius - but Taylor put his foot down and insisted that Knight and Cochran come too. McKay wasn't thrilled - he hates Knight - but signed off on it."
Evan smirks, imaging the standoff that probably happened.
"None of them have PhDs. And they're kind of weird." Parrish adds. "Not like you'd imagine."
"What?"
Parrish leans in close. "They're happy. I mean it. Really, really happy. And slightly chaotic, but not in the way we've come to know and not-love."
That shouldn't be weird. But it is.
*
They've been on Atlantis for almost two weeks before Evan meets her. She just rushes into his office one morning, a little frantic around the eyes.
"Oh, hi! Hi, are you Major Lorne? Is this your office? I found the right office, right? Hi! I'm Jordan."
He's already standing, because a frantic, new scientist never means anything good. "What's the prob-" he starts, but she cuts him off, speaks right over him.
"Atlantis is great, isn't it? How do you like it? I like it a lot, and after I got the gene therapy, I liked it even more. You know what? I've been exploring because it's really quiet at night - I never sleep, never! - and I've found all kinds of interesting stuff."
"Doctor, you shouldn't just explore -"
She's grinning, eyes still a little wild. "Oh, I'm not a doctor! And anyway, exploring is fun! I like finding hidden tunnels, and there are so many here!" She shakes her head. "But I'm not here to talk about exploring! Not during working hours. Major, I just have something for you - I was going to give it to Colonel Sheppard, but I can't find him - do you think he's hiding from me? That doesn't seem very nice, but I don't know, maybe he's busy."
"Ma'am, Colonel Sheppard doesn't hide from scientists." Except when he does, which is surprisingly often.
"Oh well! I don't mind, because it means I get to meet you! Hi, people say nice things about you! Anyway, I got really bored one night, and I remembered hearing the soldiers talking about stuff, and anyway, I made you this." She pulls something from behind her back and holds it out. "It kept my hands busy while I thought about things. Here," she says, waving it at him. "Take it!"
He takes it. He looks at it. Maybe his heart rate speeds up a bit. Just a little. "Is this -"
"Yes! It's a stunner! I looked at the Wraith stunners, and also Ronon Dex's stunner - he let me hold it but wouldn't let me take it apart, but he's nice, isn't he? Kind of sweet - anyway, and I made a better version. For us. That no-one else has. And it's keyed to the gene! So, you test it, okay? And let me know if you like it. Because I can make more. Lots more. Whenever you want! Okay, have fun! Bye." And she runs back out of his office.
Evan looks at the gun. He feels stunned, and possibly slightly giddy. He's also really, really glad that Sheppard probably is hiding.
He's still standing, staring at the gun in his hands when he hears a quick, hard knock on his door.
"Yes?"
Jordan steps inside. "Hi."
"Hi. Again."
She smiles, pushing her dark hair out of her eyes. She's maybe in her late 30s, and he figures she's almost always smiling. She takes a deep breath. "I think maybe I was a little frantic. Just now. When I came in here. Mitch says I should try and be less frantic, because I startle people. And Chris says everyone here is already really wound up and jumpy and tighter than a horse's ass, so I should be careful. Did I startle you?"
"Uh. No, ma'am."
Her eyes narrow. "Are you lying?"
"Maybe?"
She grins again, wide and happy. "Okay! Anyway, hi. I'm Jordan. I work here now. Do you like the gun?"
Does he like it? "It looks great."
"Wait 'till you see what it does! I tested it and everything. Even on Chris! He didn't wake up for hours!"
Oh, fuck. "Ma'am if there are weapons tests, you need to -"
But she's laughing. "Sorry! Sorry, just joking. You do the testing, tell me if anything should be changed, I'll make a dozen more in a few days. Okay? Bye, nice to meet you, Major!" And she's back out the door.
Parrish is right. She seems really, really happy. And completely chaotic.
*
"She made me a gun," he tells Parrish that night. "A really great gun." He's fairly sure he sounds a little dreamy, maybe giddy. The test firing had gone well. Really, really well. Incredibly well.
"She improved the irrigation system in Botany Lab Three," Parrish says. "She did it overnight, and left us a note saying, 'Surprise!'. There were sparkles on it. And she knit me a sweater because she said I looked cold."
Evan had noticed the sweater. It looks pretty warm. "She said she'd make a dozen more guns in a few days. The Marines love her." They really, really do. Evan had never seen such spontaneous declarations of love from so many Marines. It had been a little unnerving. If there's ever an emergency, Jordan isn't going to lack a protection detail. And if she goes off-world, Marines will probably fall over each other volunteering to be on the team.
"I think I might, too." Parrish absently strokes the hem of his sweater.
Evan nods. Yeah.
*
He sees her around, sometimes. In the mess hall, or rushing down a hallway. Sometimes she's with two guys - one who looks like he'd rather be surfing, another who looks like he'd rather be watching the guy surfing. He figures the two guys are Knight and Taylor, although he's not sure which is which.
But mostly he sees her when she runs into his office, and says, "Oh, Major, here, I made you this!"
So far, 'this' has included the stunner, the stunner Mark 2 (the "For hiding in your boot, Major!" version), the stunner Mark 3 (far less portable, but far more powerful), a green and blue sweater, unbreakable bootlaces ("The fibre was a side-effect of another experiment, but it's really exciting!"), a device that fills out his paperwork ("Just think what you want to write! And it will!"), and several small pots of paint in rich, iridescent colours.
Sometimes he barely says, "Thank you," before she's running back out the door. This is probably a good thing, because he's beginning to think that one day he might accidentally blurt out, "Marry me," which really wouldn't work out. At all.
And he doesn't want to have to fight the Marines for her. Particularly Michaels, who has stopped talking about his guns quite so much, and has started talking about Jordan. Respectfully. With awe. Sometimes he blushes a little.
"Michaels asked me about flowers again today," Parrish says over a beer.
"Did you get him some?"
Parrish shakes his head. "Nope. We're flower-free at the moment."
Huh. "Well, that explains it."
"What?"
Evan grins. "He asked me to paint him a picture. Of flowers. 'Big flowers. Nice ones. If you have time, sir,'" he mimics, avoiding Parrish's eyes the same way Michaels had avoided his. "He offered to pay. In beer."
Parrish grins. "Excellent." He holds out his bottle. "To Jordan."
Hell, yeah.
End.