Fic - Numb3rs/SGA; Same Old Keeping It New
Title: Same Old Keeping It New
Author: bergann
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis/Numb3rs
Pairing: Colby Granger/Evan Lorne
Word count: 1 573
Rating: PG
Summary: "We're not going to need chaperoning, since I don't remember living in a regency romance novel," Colby protests, even though the thought of Evan and a hotel bed is really appealing. (more high school teachers!AU)
Warnings: Ridiculousness. Fluff. Un-betad.
Disclaimer: fic•tion [fíksh'n]: literary works of imagination
Author's Notes: Written as a belated birthday gift for fyrefly101. ♥ You're the best, darling.
I feel it should be noted that I (a) have no clue about scholastic wrestling and so this is all pulled out of my ass; (b) I have not seen an episode of Numb3rs or Stargate Atlantis in possibly over a year, and so feel my grasp on these characters is slipping slightly (the killer headache while writing probably didn't help); and (c) the title could've been "This Everyday Love" and not just, y'know, a lyric from that song. Be grateful I went for the less diabetes-inducing one.
The Atlantis Pi High School wrestling team gets invited to a wrestling tournament a state over for the weekend, and Principal Weir is delighted, saying it's been a while since their team was up to that standard, what with the declining health of the old coach and the six months spent with a not-very qualified substitute.
The wrestling team isn't exactly the biggest team at the school, but she still instructs him to take Evan and Cadman along to help supervise.
Colby's fairly certain Weir doesn't know about Evan and him, but thinks maybe it's something he should tell her. When he asks David for advice, however, David just laughs and tells him not to worry about it.
"After all," he says, "it's not like you're going to prioritize hotel sex over the tournament, right?"
"Dude," Colby says, uncomfortable. "Of course not."
"So?" David says, shrugging. "What's the problem? You're going to be busy with the kids and the tournament, he'll be there to help, and Cadman can chaperone the two of you just in case. Besides, this is Weir we're talking about -- her eyes are everywhere, I think she knows."
"We're not going to need chaperoning, since I don't remember living in a regency romance novel," Colby protests, even though the thought of Evan and a hotel bed is really appealing.
David frowns thoughtfully. "Which one of you would be the young heroine whose family is in financial trouble and so must be married away to the rich, dashing yet seemingly emotionally distant gentleman?"
Colby stares at him. "I think you maybe need to stop sharing an office with Alan," he says, "At least until he's done with Jane Austen."
*
"Oh man, this is going to be so much fun!" Cadman says as Colby double checks that all the kids have made it onto the bus.
"Why are you so awake?" Evan grumbles. "It's the ass-crack of dawn."
Colby agrees. Most of the kids have already fallen asleep in their seats, leaned against windows and each other. There's a couple who are too nervous to sleep just yet, their feet bouncing up and down in time to whatever music is playing on their iPod, but Colby figures it won't be long until they're out too. He covers a yawn behind his hand and settles down next to Evan, who immediately lists sideways and settles his head on Colby's shoulder.
"Ugh," Cadman says, looking at them. "I just want to make it clear right now that if you guys leave me with babysitting duty while you make out; I reserve the right to tell the kids all about your torrid affair."
"Shut up, Cadman," Evan says, "we're teachers who face the evil and the stupid between the good and the clever without resorting to violence; the least you could do is acknowledge that we have a modicum of self-restraint."
Cadman snorts. "I'd believe it if you weren't currently working on your koala impression, Lorne," she says. "I feel like I'm seeing a whole new side of you -- I think I'll call it 4AM is cuddle time-Lorne. It has a nice ring to it."
"Please," Colby says, putting a hand over his face and laughing a little helplessly. "Can we not have this conversation when there's a bus half-full of our students potentially listening in?"
"Paranoid," Cadman accuses, "did you not see them while the bus was loading? They're all zombies."
"So are we," Evan protests, "now shut up before we get hungry."
"Boring," Cadman sing-songs, but pulls out her own iPod and settles back in her seat.
*
Colby becomes immensely grateful for the added help of Evan and Cadman when they arrive at the hotel, and the same zombie-kids suddenly turn into whirlwinds the minute the bus parks. Cadman and Evan tell him they'll round everyone up while he checks in, but when he turns back around with the keys in hand, there's no one to be seen. There is a moment where he has no idea where anyone is, and he's thinking about how to break the news to Weir that he lost an entire wrestling team plus two of her teachers, when Evan appears and gestures him into the lounge where all the kids are talking and laughing with Cadman.
They split up the rooms quickly and Colby gives them an hour before they're to meet up again to explore the city. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Cadman laughs after they've seen all the kids into their rooms.
"The only thing that limits is your murder," Evan mutters and Colby laughs.
*
Despite all the implications from Cadman and the text from Don that just said have fun ;))), they don't jump each other the minute the hotel door closes behind them. Colby is uncomfortably aware of just how close to the others are, not to mention really unwilling to fuck up this weekend for his kids just because he can't keep his hands to himself, and so he doesn't actually even so much as kiss Evan until half an hour later when Evan, freshly-showered, walks past on his way to his suitcase.
Then Colby is kind of helpless to resist the temptation to snake an arm around Evan's waist and drag him in for a kiss. They separate after a few minutes, smiling at each other, and Evan says, "You better hurry if you want to shower before we go sightseeing."
Colby nods, leans in for another quick kiss, and then goes into the bathroom. His reflection smiles back at him, looking stupidly happy, and Colby can't help laughing softly at himself before he strips and steps into the shower.
*
Even though the team is small, keeping an eye on all of them turns out to be a lot more exhausting than Colby would've guessed. As he collapses onto his bed, he thinks that somewhere his old Army buddies are laughing without knowing why, but watching ten guys all hyped up for a wrestling tournament requires a different well of energy than living in a combat zone.
Evan seems to agree, if the noise of bliss he makes as his face makes contact with his pillow is any indication, and Colby snorts. "We're old."
"No," Evan disagrees, his voice muffled by the pillow. He turns his head towards Colby, and in the glow of the bedside lamp, Colby can see that his mouth is curled up in a smile. "We're human, unlike your bunch of ruffians and Cadman."
"Ruffians?" Colby laughs. "Seriously?"
"I'm an art teacher," Evan says, "Usually the biggest fight I have to break up is over whether or not white and black are legitimate colors to use while painting still life."
"Does that fight happen often?" Colby asks curiously, and ends up falling asleep listening to Evan describe how everything is made up of shades, that there is nothing which is just one color, something which the students hoping for easy credit have a hard time grasping.
*
They're awake early the next morning, enough time before they have to wake up the kids that they go downstairs for a quick breakfast. The dining room is empty save for two couples, who ignore them as they go through the buffet, and settle at one of the larger tables.
"You nervous?" Evan asks, once they've both had some coffee and are approaching human-levels again. "First tournament's a pretty big deal for a coach."
Colby shrugs. "The kids are good," he says. "They'll do fine. For now I think the most important thing is the learning experience for them, so they'll know what to do and what not to do next time."
"Spoken like a teacher," Cadman says, startling both of them. "You should all worship at my feet now, I've taken care of waking up the gang for you. Seriously, the things I do for you unprompted and unappreciated."
Evan rolls his eyes. "You're being dramatic," he says, "We were planning on going up in a minute, and besides, you get enough appreciation from Don."
"Oh god," Cadman says, "Don't joke about that."
Colby grins. "I think the crush is kind of cute. Didn't he bring you flowers last week?"
"Yes," Cadman sighs. "Then he spent half an hour apologizing as my allergies acted up."
They're still laughing when the first of the kids arrive, searching for food.
*
They don't qualify for medals, and the kids decide they want an extra hour in bed and miss the first half of the semi-finals on Sunday. None of them seemed unduly disappointed after they got back to the hotel on Saturday, and Colby spent an hour going over the various matches, demonstrating what they did wrong and talking about points of improvements. He plans to go more into detail once they're back at school, but he figured that doing a quick run-through then, while it was still fresh in their memory, might make the lessons stick a little better.
In a little less than hour, once the early Sunday sun has climbed a little higher, it's time to go back to making sure the kids are okay and present and paying attention to the wrestling; but for now, Colby intends to enjoy the press of Evan's body against his, chaste since the kids are still right next door, but still more intimate than they've had time for so far, while he still can.
Author: bergann
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis/Numb3rs
Pairing: Colby Granger/Evan Lorne
Word count: 1 573
Rating: PG
Summary: "We're not going to need chaperoning, since I don't remember living in a regency romance novel," Colby protests, even though the thought of Evan and a hotel bed is really appealing. (more high school teachers!AU)
Warnings: Ridiculousness. Fluff. Un-betad.
Disclaimer: fic•tion [fíksh'n]: literary works of imagination
Author's Notes: Written as a belated birthday gift for fyrefly101. ♥ You're the best, darling.
I feel it should be noted that I (a) have no clue about scholastic wrestling and so this is all pulled out of my ass; (b) I have not seen an episode of Numb3rs or Stargate Atlantis in possibly over a year, and so feel my grasp on these characters is slipping slightly (the killer headache while writing probably didn't help); and (c) the title could've been "This Everyday Love" and not just, y'know, a lyric from that song. Be grateful I went for the less diabetes-inducing one.
The Atlantis Pi High School wrestling team gets invited to a wrestling tournament a state over for the weekend, and Principal Weir is delighted, saying it's been a while since their team was up to that standard, what with the declining health of the old coach and the six months spent with a not-very qualified substitute.
The wrestling team isn't exactly the biggest team at the school, but she still instructs him to take Evan and Cadman along to help supervise.
Colby's fairly certain Weir doesn't know about Evan and him, but thinks maybe it's something he should tell her. When he asks David for advice, however, David just laughs and tells him not to worry about it.
"After all," he says, "it's not like you're going to prioritize hotel sex over the tournament, right?"
"Dude," Colby says, uncomfortable. "Of course not."
"So?" David says, shrugging. "What's the problem? You're going to be busy with the kids and the tournament, he'll be there to help, and Cadman can chaperone the two of you just in case. Besides, this is Weir we're talking about -- her eyes are everywhere, I think she knows."
"We're not going to need chaperoning, since I don't remember living in a regency romance novel," Colby protests, even though the thought of Evan and a hotel bed is really appealing.
David frowns thoughtfully. "Which one of you would be the young heroine whose family is in financial trouble and so must be married away to the rich, dashing yet seemingly emotionally distant gentleman?"
Colby stares at him. "I think you maybe need to stop sharing an office with Alan," he says, "At least until he's done with Jane Austen."
*
"Oh man, this is going to be so much fun!" Cadman says as Colby double checks that all the kids have made it onto the bus.
"Why are you so awake?" Evan grumbles. "It's the ass-crack of dawn."
Colby agrees. Most of the kids have already fallen asleep in their seats, leaned against windows and each other. There's a couple who are too nervous to sleep just yet, their feet bouncing up and down in time to whatever music is playing on their iPod, but Colby figures it won't be long until they're out too. He covers a yawn behind his hand and settles down next to Evan, who immediately lists sideways and settles his head on Colby's shoulder.
"Ugh," Cadman says, looking at them. "I just want to make it clear right now that if you guys leave me with babysitting duty while you make out; I reserve the right to tell the kids all about your torrid affair."
"Shut up, Cadman," Evan says, "we're teachers who face the evil and the stupid between the good and the clever without resorting to violence; the least you could do is acknowledge that we have a modicum of self-restraint."
Cadman snorts. "I'd believe it if you weren't currently working on your koala impression, Lorne," she says. "I feel like I'm seeing a whole new side of you -- I think I'll call it 4AM is cuddle time-Lorne. It has a nice ring to it."
"Please," Colby says, putting a hand over his face and laughing a little helplessly. "Can we not have this conversation when there's a bus half-full of our students potentially listening in?"
"Paranoid," Cadman accuses, "did you not see them while the bus was loading? They're all zombies."
"So are we," Evan protests, "now shut up before we get hungry."
"Boring," Cadman sing-songs, but pulls out her own iPod and settles back in her seat.
*
Colby becomes immensely grateful for the added help of Evan and Cadman when they arrive at the hotel, and the same zombie-kids suddenly turn into whirlwinds the minute the bus parks. Cadman and Evan tell him they'll round everyone up while he checks in, but when he turns back around with the keys in hand, there's no one to be seen. There is a moment where he has no idea where anyone is, and he's thinking about how to break the news to Weir that he lost an entire wrestling team plus two of her teachers, when Evan appears and gestures him into the lounge where all the kids are talking and laughing with Cadman.
They split up the rooms quickly and Colby gives them an hour before they're to meet up again to explore the city. "Don't do anything I wouldn't do," Cadman laughs after they've seen all the kids into their rooms.
"The only thing that limits is your murder," Evan mutters and Colby laughs.
*
Despite all the implications from Cadman and the text from Don that just said have fun ;))), they don't jump each other the minute the hotel door closes behind them. Colby is uncomfortably aware of just how close to the others are, not to mention really unwilling to fuck up this weekend for his kids just because he can't keep his hands to himself, and so he doesn't actually even so much as kiss Evan until half an hour later when Evan, freshly-showered, walks past on his way to his suitcase.
Then Colby is kind of helpless to resist the temptation to snake an arm around Evan's waist and drag him in for a kiss. They separate after a few minutes, smiling at each other, and Evan says, "You better hurry if you want to shower before we go sightseeing."
Colby nods, leans in for another quick kiss, and then goes into the bathroom. His reflection smiles back at him, looking stupidly happy, and Colby can't help laughing softly at himself before he strips and steps into the shower.
*
Even though the team is small, keeping an eye on all of them turns out to be a lot more exhausting than Colby would've guessed. As he collapses onto his bed, he thinks that somewhere his old Army buddies are laughing without knowing why, but watching ten guys all hyped up for a wrestling tournament requires a different well of energy than living in a combat zone.
Evan seems to agree, if the noise of bliss he makes as his face makes contact with his pillow is any indication, and Colby snorts. "We're old."
"No," Evan disagrees, his voice muffled by the pillow. He turns his head towards Colby, and in the glow of the bedside lamp, Colby can see that his mouth is curled up in a smile. "We're human, unlike your bunch of ruffians and Cadman."
"Ruffians?" Colby laughs. "Seriously?"
"I'm an art teacher," Evan says, "Usually the biggest fight I have to break up is over whether or not white and black are legitimate colors to use while painting still life."
"Does that fight happen often?" Colby asks curiously, and ends up falling asleep listening to Evan describe how everything is made up of shades, that there is nothing which is just one color, something which the students hoping for easy credit have a hard time grasping.
*
They're awake early the next morning, enough time before they have to wake up the kids that they go downstairs for a quick breakfast. The dining room is empty save for two couples, who ignore them as they go through the buffet, and settle at one of the larger tables.
"You nervous?" Evan asks, once they've both had some coffee and are approaching human-levels again. "First tournament's a pretty big deal for a coach."
Colby shrugs. "The kids are good," he says. "They'll do fine. For now I think the most important thing is the learning experience for them, so they'll know what to do and what not to do next time."
"Spoken like a teacher," Cadman says, startling both of them. "You should all worship at my feet now, I've taken care of waking up the gang for you. Seriously, the things I do for you unprompted and unappreciated."
Evan rolls his eyes. "You're being dramatic," he says, "We were planning on going up in a minute, and besides, you get enough appreciation from Don."
"Oh god," Cadman says, "Don't joke about that."
Colby grins. "I think the crush is kind of cute. Didn't he bring you flowers last week?"
"Yes," Cadman sighs. "Then he spent half an hour apologizing as my allergies acted up."
They're still laughing when the first of the kids arrive, searching for food.
*
They don't qualify for medals, and the kids decide they want an extra hour in bed and miss the first half of the semi-finals on Sunday. None of them seemed unduly disappointed after they got back to the hotel on Saturday, and Colby spent an hour going over the various matches, demonstrating what they did wrong and talking about points of improvements. He plans to go more into detail once they're back at school, but he figured that doing a quick run-through then, while it was still fresh in their memory, might make the lessons stick a little better.
In a little less than hour, once the early Sunday sun has climbed a little higher, it's time to go back to making sure the kids are okay and present and paying attention to the wrestling; but for now, Colby intends to enjoy the press of Evan's body against his, chaste since the kids are still right next door, but still more intimate than they've had time for so far, while he still can.