An Eye...
Title: An Eye...
Author:
broms_lullaby
Pairings: John Sheppard/Cameron Mitchell,
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 623
Warnings: None
Summary: John and Cam have a discussion with a professor.
AN: This takes place while John and Cam are in their first year at the Academy. It introduces an OC who will be important in later fics. This has a companion piece, ...For an Eye.
Series: Excubiae Perpetua
Disclaimer: I own neither Stargate SG-1 nor Stargate Atlantis.
An Eye...
“Cadet Sheppard, Cadet Mitchell, I need to see you in my office.” Colonel Nikolai Lorne was a big man. He had a broad build and was quite tall. After teaching Russian to Air Force Cadets all day, he had picked up a slight accent, betraying the fact that even though he learned it at a young age, English was not his first language.
He was a military man from a military family. His father was fighting in France during World War Two when he was born, so his early years he had spent with his mother, who spoke little English, and his grandmother, who spoke none. He didn't learn the language of his father until he came back from the war when he was four.
He went to his office and took a seat behind the desk, the Cadets in question standing at attention. “Sit, Cadets. We have an important discussion to have.”
They shot each other worried and confused looks before sitting in the guest chairs in front of the desk. “Now, I have been hearing rumors about you two, about things that I would rather not hear about.”
Cadet Sheppard sat up straighter in his seat while Cadet Mitchell paled. “Sir,” Sheppard said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I assure you that these rumors aren’t true.”
Nikolai grinned, he had expected him to say something like that. “Cadet Sheppard, pozhalsta, do not insult my intelligence. I have seen you two make doe eyes at each other, how you stand, or sit too close to each other. These rumors are true, I know it, you know it, and more importantly, everyone else assumes it. Now, you are two of my best students and among the best Cadets at this Academy, I cannot and will not allow you to get yourselves kicked out. We need to make some changes.”
“Sir--” Mitchell began.
“No, Cadet, I will not hear it. Now, I understand about love. While I cannot for the life of me understand why you would forsake the love of a woman, I do understand what you are feeling. I will not make the mistake of thinking that i can separate you two, but I do think that we can fix this problem. After this year you will no longer share a room. You will both get girlfriends and act madly in love with them in public. I would suggest you find lesbians for this, as they won’t expect you to love them in private as well. I will speak with those in charge and tell them that I have talked sense into you, and I am sure that they will overlook your behavior for the past few months as long as it ends now. You must learn to be more discreet in this.”
Both Cadets were studying the floor. Sheppard looked up. “Sir, I... I don’t know if I can do that, sir.” He gulped and looked at his lover apologetically.
“I am sure it will be difficult my my son, but I see bright futures for you both. I do not wish to see them lost when they don’t have to be.” He couldn’t understand why they would choose this life, but then his own son insisted that choice was not involved in the matter.
Cadet Mitchell nodded sadly. He was a fine student and an excellent Cadet, Nikolai saw stars in his future. “We understand, sir. Spasibo.”
“Pozhalsta bolsho, moi suin. I will expect you to repay my kindness. I do not know when, but I trust you will do it. Now, go find yourselves women. Do svidanya.”
The both stood and saluted. “Do svidanya, sir!”
AN 2: Some translations:
* pozhalsta: Please/you’re welcome
* Spasibo (which looks really weird in Roman script...): Thank you
* Pozhalsta bolsho, moi (pronounced ma-yi) suin: You are very welcome, my son.
* Do svidanya (which also looks weird): Good bye.
On to the next part...
This entry was originally posted at http://broms-lullaby.dreamwidth.org/3333.html. Please comment there using OpenID.
Author:
broms_lullaby
Pairings: John Sheppard/Cameron Mitchell,
Rating: Teen
Word Count: 623
Warnings: None
Summary: John and Cam have a discussion with a professor.
AN: This takes place while John and Cam are in their first year at the Academy. It introduces an OC who will be important in later fics. This has a companion piece, ...For an Eye.
Series: Excubiae Perpetua
Disclaimer: I own neither Stargate SG-1 nor Stargate Atlantis.
An Eye...
“Cadet Sheppard, Cadet Mitchell, I need to see you in my office.” Colonel Nikolai Lorne was a big man. He had a broad build and was quite tall. After teaching Russian to Air Force Cadets all day, he had picked up a slight accent, betraying the fact that even though he learned it at a young age, English was not his first language.
He was a military man from a military family. His father was fighting in France during World War Two when he was born, so his early years he had spent with his mother, who spoke little English, and his grandmother, who spoke none. He didn't learn the language of his father until he came back from the war when he was four.
He went to his office and took a seat behind the desk, the Cadets in question standing at attention. “Sit, Cadets. We have an important discussion to have.”
They shot each other worried and confused looks before sitting in the guest chairs in front of the desk. “Now, I have been hearing rumors about you two, about things that I would rather not hear about.”
Cadet Sheppard sat up straighter in his seat while Cadet Mitchell paled. “Sir,” Sheppard said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about, but I assure you that these rumors aren’t true.”
Nikolai grinned, he had expected him to say something like that. “Cadet Sheppard, pozhalsta, do not insult my intelligence. I have seen you two make doe eyes at each other, how you stand, or sit too close to each other. These rumors are true, I know it, you know it, and more importantly, everyone else assumes it. Now, you are two of my best students and among the best Cadets at this Academy, I cannot and will not allow you to get yourselves kicked out. We need to make some changes.”
“Sir--” Mitchell began.
“No, Cadet, I will not hear it. Now, I understand about love. While I cannot for the life of me understand why you would forsake the love of a woman, I do understand what you are feeling. I will not make the mistake of thinking that i can separate you two, but I do think that we can fix this problem. After this year you will no longer share a room. You will both get girlfriends and act madly in love with them in public. I would suggest you find lesbians for this, as they won’t expect you to love them in private as well. I will speak with those in charge and tell them that I have talked sense into you, and I am sure that they will overlook your behavior for the past few months as long as it ends now. You must learn to be more discreet in this.”
Both Cadets were studying the floor. Sheppard looked up. “Sir, I... I don’t know if I can do that, sir.” He gulped and looked at his lover apologetically.
“I am sure it will be difficult my my son, but I see bright futures for you both. I do not wish to see them lost when they don’t have to be.” He couldn’t understand why they would choose this life, but then his own son insisted that choice was not involved in the matter.
Cadet Mitchell nodded sadly. He was a fine student and an excellent Cadet, Nikolai saw stars in his future. “We understand, sir. Spasibo.”
“Pozhalsta bolsho, moi suin. I will expect you to repay my kindness. I do not know when, but I trust you will do it. Now, go find yourselves women. Do svidanya.”
The both stood and saluted. “Do svidanya, sir!”
AN 2: Some translations:
* pozhalsta: Please/you’re welcome
* Spasibo (which looks really weird in Roman script...): Thank you
* Pozhalsta bolsho, moi (pronounced ma-yi) suin: You are very welcome, my son.
* Do svidanya (which also looks weird): Good bye.
On to the next part...
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