FIC Rain Down on Me
Title: Rain Down on Me
Characters: Evan Lorne, mentions of others
Fandom: Stargate SG-1, Stargate: Atlantis
Series: N/A
Written For: rinkafic
Prompt: rain
Summary: Lorne has always loved the rain.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Minor through-out the series, but nothing blatant
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Lorne doesn’t belong to me and neither does anyone else in here.
Author's Note: This just kinda rambled, but since I wasn’t really sure where I was going or what I was doing with it, I just hope rinkafic enjoys it. The first of my helpthesouth fics.
Evan Lorne loved rain. Not flying through it because that was a bitch and a half, but in a plane he could fly around it and in a jumper, he could fly out of the atmosphere and over it. But being out in it; walking through it…that he loved. Most of the time he didn’t even care if it was cold and he got soaked because of the feeling of cleansing the wash of water brought to him.
Over the years since he’d joined the Air Force, he’d been stationed in a variety of places. Some of them got very little rainfall and he found that was the one thing he missed. Growing up in San Francisco, he’d gotten used to days of dreary skies and drenching downpours. He’d played sports in the rain. The steady patter had been the background to his studying all through school. Just about every major event in his life had been accompanied by the soothing backdrop of the steady patter of falling rain.
He’d moved three times in the rain. Changed multiple schools. Been promoted from junior high to high school. Even graduated high school in a steady downpour. It had been misting lightly the day he’d walked into a recruiting office and joined the Air Force. And it had been raining the night he had taken MaryBeth Ryan for a drive and sweet-talked his way to more than kisses and some stolen feels in the backseat of his dad’s old Chevy. That was one rain storm that would never leave his memory.
In the desert, rain was more often something to fear and run from than revel in and Lorne missed it more than he had expected. His sister sent him audio messages from home; chatty messages of family doings and daily life. When she realized he missed more than just the family, she spent an hour long rain storm sitting on her front porch to record the sounds. The rest of the men laughed at him when he first played the recording, but he noticed after a few renditions that they’d drift closer and even ask him to turn it up at times.
A freak summer shower formed the backdrop to one of the weirdest conversations he had in his life before or after joining the Air Force in Washington, DC not long after returning to the states from his second tour in Iraq. He’d never heard of Major Paul Davis or deep space telemetry, but he’d been around long enough to know a cover story when he’d been fed one. After a stack of papers bigger than the ones he’d signed to join the military and protect what few assets he had in case of his death, he found himself on his way to Cheyenne Mountain and a whole new version of rain.
His first experience of rain off-world was a torrential downpour that involved mudslides and working side by side with the natives to build levees to save their village. A couple of times, when he could see through the rain, he saw the Marines looking at him in confusion and when they finally holed up in a cave that night; the safest shelter they could find, he asked them about it. “Well, its simple sir,” one of them responded after a moment. “It’s not many zoomies that would pitch in without complaining in all that rain.”
Lorne had smiled, poking at his MRE (and really why did they all taste like chicken?), and explained, “I’ve always loved the rain. Although this is a bit much.”
The Marines had laughed at his response and the conversation had drifted to other topics, the rain providing a pleasant background now that they weren’t fighting for their allies’ lives and livelihood.
The transfer to Atlantis had been both expected and unexpected. Expected because there was really nowhere else for him to advance to within the SGC and unexpected because the last thing he had anticipated was to be named military 2IC of the base. After reading a few AARs though, he wondered if the reasoning behind it was his unflappability or his more by the book methods. Whichever, he soon found himself on a planet that was more water than land and living on a floating city.
If he hadn’t known better, he would have expected that a world with that much surface water would have massive rainstorms, but although there were sporadic storms over the mainland; Atlantis didn’t seem to get many. He heard tales from the first years about The Storm and although he didn’t shrug them off, he hadn’t seen a true storm since his arrival.
As he finished up a shift in the gateroom ready room towards the end of his fifth month on Atlantis, he realized that the noise he’d been hearing as he went about his work was a familiar one. He closed up the last of the programs, sure he’d never get used to the tablets they’d been assigned and made his way out to the balcony. With a smile, he settled against the railing, just under the overhang and watched the gentle fall of water from the sky. He’d have to remember this in order to capture it with his paints later. A scrape on the ground made him turn a few minutes later, his hand automatically dropping to his sidearm. He relaxed when he recognized Teyla. “Ma’am,” he acknowledged.
“Are you well, Major Lorne?” she questioned. “You are not…” she paused as if considering her words, before finishing, “homesick?”
“No,” he answered, “but thank you. I’ve always liked the rain. And I just wanted to enjoy it for a little bit after my shift.”
She indicated the spot next to him. “May I?” When he nodded, she slipped into the space next to him. “It is soothing,” she agreed after a moment.
“It is,” he said. And he was very pleased she didn’t seem to want to talk, but was willing to stand there and just listen to the rain. He rolled his shoulders as he turned his gaze back to the rain, letting the familiarity of it sooth the weirdness of his daily life. Maybe this world wasn’t so different after all.
Characters: Evan Lorne, mentions of others
Fandom: Stargate SG-1, Stargate: Atlantis
Series: N/A
Written For: rinkafic
Prompt: rain
Summary: Lorne has always loved the rain.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: Minor through-out the series, but nothing blatant
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: Lorne doesn’t belong to me and neither does anyone else in here.
Author's Note: This just kinda rambled, but since I wasn’t really sure where I was going or what I was doing with it, I just hope rinkafic enjoys it. The first of my helpthesouth fics.
Evan Lorne loved rain. Not flying through it because that was a bitch and a half, but in a plane he could fly around it and in a jumper, he could fly out of the atmosphere and over it. But being out in it; walking through it…that he loved. Most of the time he didn’t even care if it was cold and he got soaked because of the feeling of cleansing the wash of water brought to him.
Over the years since he’d joined the Air Force, he’d been stationed in a variety of places. Some of them got very little rainfall and he found that was the one thing he missed. Growing up in San Francisco, he’d gotten used to days of dreary skies and drenching downpours. He’d played sports in the rain. The steady patter had been the background to his studying all through school. Just about every major event in his life had been accompanied by the soothing backdrop of the steady patter of falling rain.
He’d moved three times in the rain. Changed multiple schools. Been promoted from junior high to high school. Even graduated high school in a steady downpour. It had been misting lightly the day he’d walked into a recruiting office and joined the Air Force. And it had been raining the night he had taken MaryBeth Ryan for a drive and sweet-talked his way to more than kisses and some stolen feels in the backseat of his dad’s old Chevy. That was one rain storm that would never leave his memory.
In the desert, rain was more often something to fear and run from than revel in and Lorne missed it more than he had expected. His sister sent him audio messages from home; chatty messages of family doings and daily life. When she realized he missed more than just the family, she spent an hour long rain storm sitting on her front porch to record the sounds. The rest of the men laughed at him when he first played the recording, but he noticed after a few renditions that they’d drift closer and even ask him to turn it up at times.
A freak summer shower formed the backdrop to one of the weirdest conversations he had in his life before or after joining the Air Force in Washington, DC not long after returning to the states from his second tour in Iraq. He’d never heard of Major Paul Davis or deep space telemetry, but he’d been around long enough to know a cover story when he’d been fed one. After a stack of papers bigger than the ones he’d signed to join the military and protect what few assets he had in case of his death, he found himself on his way to Cheyenne Mountain and a whole new version of rain.
His first experience of rain off-world was a torrential downpour that involved mudslides and working side by side with the natives to build levees to save their village. A couple of times, when he could see through the rain, he saw the Marines looking at him in confusion and when they finally holed up in a cave that night; the safest shelter they could find, he asked them about it. “Well, its simple sir,” one of them responded after a moment. “It’s not many zoomies that would pitch in without complaining in all that rain.”
Lorne had smiled, poking at his MRE (and really why did they all taste like chicken?), and explained, “I’ve always loved the rain. Although this is a bit much.”
The Marines had laughed at his response and the conversation had drifted to other topics, the rain providing a pleasant background now that they weren’t fighting for their allies’ lives and livelihood.
The transfer to Atlantis had been both expected and unexpected. Expected because there was really nowhere else for him to advance to within the SGC and unexpected because the last thing he had anticipated was to be named military 2IC of the base. After reading a few AARs though, he wondered if the reasoning behind it was his unflappability or his more by the book methods. Whichever, he soon found himself on a planet that was more water than land and living on a floating city.
If he hadn’t known better, he would have expected that a world with that much surface water would have massive rainstorms, but although there were sporadic storms over the mainland; Atlantis didn’t seem to get many. He heard tales from the first years about The Storm and although he didn’t shrug them off, he hadn’t seen a true storm since his arrival.
As he finished up a shift in the gateroom ready room towards the end of his fifth month on Atlantis, he realized that the noise he’d been hearing as he went about his work was a familiar one. He closed up the last of the programs, sure he’d never get used to the tablets they’d been assigned and made his way out to the balcony. With a smile, he settled against the railing, just under the overhang and watched the gentle fall of water from the sky. He’d have to remember this in order to capture it with his paints later. A scrape on the ground made him turn a few minutes later, his hand automatically dropping to his sidearm. He relaxed when he recognized Teyla. “Ma’am,” he acknowledged.
“Are you well, Major Lorne?” she questioned. “You are not…” she paused as if considering her words, before finishing, “homesick?”
“No,” he answered, “but thank you. I’ve always liked the rain. And I just wanted to enjoy it for a little bit after my shift.”
She indicated the spot next to him. “May I?” When he nodded, she slipped into the space next to him. “It is soothing,” she agreed after a moment.
“It is,” he said. And he was very pleased she didn’t seem to want to talk, but was willing to stand there and just listen to the rain. He rolled his shoulders as he turned his gaze back to the rain, letting the familiarity of it sooth the weirdness of his daily life. Maybe this world wasn’t so different after all.