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When I can't sleep I like to pretend to be organized, right? And as I was organizing the folders on the laptop I realized that I have a folder that I'm starting to fill up with tiny little scenes of those Very Special fandom clichés ( wing!fic, genderswap, etc., etc., etc.) featuring Lorne that I have (oh, so cleverly) named 'Why so Mean to Lorne' as I have apparently developed this great big love for him. Obviously, this means I must torture him endlessly.
Things have been slow for the most part, although Sheppard's team has been seeing some...interesting missions, and the rest of the expedition has been feeling it. Not that it's a bad thing when things are quiet, but people get bored, restless, and that's never a good thing when you throw untested Ancient devices into the mix.
He's eating dinner when he hears someone, he doesn't recognize the voice so odds are it's one of the new guys, talking to his buddies.
"Why does all the weird stuff happen to Sheppard's team?"
He probably imagines it, but the entire cafeteria goes quiet for a long moment, like the quiet before the storm, before the soft murmur of comversation picks up a little louder than before.
When he's alone in his quarters that night he finds himself praying for the first time in a long time. He's not overly religious or anything, it's just that they're in the lost city of the Ancients and things tend to happen.
The next day he wakes up with breasts.
A closer inspection reveals that he seems to be an anatomically correct woman, and he's not really surprised.
It takes him a little longer to get dressed that morning because his clothes don't fit quite right and he can't remember where his belt is. After several moments spent staring at himself in the mirror he pulls on a mission jacket that goes a long way in warding off the self-consciousness he feels and and trudges down to the infirmary.
"So." He says, when Beckett comes up to him looking a little harried. "I'm a woman now."
Beckett just sighs and gestures for him to take a bed. "I'll be with you in a moment, Major," he mutters, checking something off on the clipboard he's carrying. "It's been a busy morning."
Lorne does as he's told, sneaking looks at the other expedition members crowding the room. His gaze snags on the guy with wings because he kind of misses his sometimes.
Things have been slow for the most part, although Sheppard's team has been seeing some...interesting missions, and the rest of the expedition has been feeling it. Not that it's a bad thing when things are quiet, but people get bored, restless, and that's never a good thing when you throw untested Ancient devices into the mix.
He's eating dinner when he hears someone, he doesn't recognize the voice so odds are it's one of the new guys, talking to his buddies.
"Why does all the weird stuff happen to Sheppard's team?"
He probably imagines it, but the entire cafeteria goes quiet for a long moment, like the quiet before the storm, before the soft murmur of comversation picks up a little louder than before.
When he's alone in his quarters that night he finds himself praying for the first time in a long time. He's not overly religious or anything, it's just that they're in the lost city of the Ancients and things tend to happen.
The next day he wakes up with breasts.
A closer inspection reveals that he seems to be an anatomically correct woman, and he's not really surprised.
It takes him a little longer to get dressed that morning because his clothes don't fit quite right and he can't remember where his belt is. After several moments spent staring at himself in the mirror he pulls on a mission jacket that goes a long way in warding off the self-consciousness he feels and and trudges down to the infirmary.
"So." He says, when Beckett comes up to him looking a little harried. "I'm a woman now."
Beckett just sighs and gestures for him to take a bed. "I'll be with you in a moment, Major," he mutters, checking something off on the clipboard he's carrying. "It's been a busy morning."
Lorne does as he's told, sneaking looks at the other expedition members crowding the room. His gaze snags on the guy with wings because he kind of misses his sometimes.