12 Days: Day 4: FIC: Frozen Wings and Hole-y Stockings - Lorne/Parrish (Gen)
Title: Frozen Wings and Hole-y Stockings
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters/Pairing: Lorne/Parrish
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 1,009
Warning: this is cracky.
Prompt: Hurt Comfort Bingo: Wings
Cotton Candy Bingo: Firefly
slashing_Lorne: 12 Days of Lorne
For clwilson2006 because she dared me to.
“But what is it?” Lorne asked, dancing a circle around the fallen creature as Parrish stood leaning over it, his hands on the knees of his leggings. Neither of them had ever seen anything like this before in the snowy North.
“Don’t touch it!” Parrish commanded as his best friend Lorne reached a finger out towards the bulbous end of the winged creature.
Lorne scowled and crossed his arms. He looked a total rapscallion, dirt on his cheeks, his stocking cap askew and holes in the knees of his striped stockings. The curled toes of his shoes were limp and missing their jingle bells, lost ages ago in some fall or tussle.
“You don’t know what it is either, so don’t pretend you do!” Lorne stuck his tongue out at Parrish when he looked over at him.
“Whatever it is, it is an injured creature and it needs our help. It does not need you poking at it.” Parrish slapped his hand away when Lorne would have touched the frozen wing that fluttered limply on the snow.
Lorne huffed, his breath making fog in the air. It was too cold for them to be outside, they would be frozen through soon if they didn’t get moving. “It’s cold. Let’s take it someplace where it’s warm.”
Parrish nodded in agreement and straightened up. “That is the first sensible thing you’ve said all day.” He pulled a poinsettia leaf from the pack on his back and unfolded it. “We’ll carry him on this.”
Lorne wrinkled his nose. “How do you know it’s a him?”
“Just help me get him on the leaf, Lorne, I’m freezing my jingle bells off here.”
When they pushed the creature onto the leaf, it buzzed slightly, flapping its wings. “I don’t think he belongs around here. He’s got no fur. He’s not made for snow and ice.”
“Probably came on the toy train, and lost his way, then his wings froze.” Parrish patted the creature’s side. “There, there, we’ll get you someplace warmer.”
Together, the two tiny Christmas pixies lifted the edge of the leaf and carried the lost and injured creature to the first building they came to; the greenhouse where they helped tend the Christmas poinsettias and other holiday plants. Once inside, they called for help, which brought several of their pixie friends running. Parrish glared at the suggestion Kav made to cook it and Lorne kicked him hard in the candy cane for making it. Kav apologized and they all made up and nobody shoved Kav out the door into the snow by himself, as Lorne had threatened to do.
The warmth of the greenhouse revived the creature. It began to flap its wings more and more, and eventually it rose from the leaf and hovered in the air before the pixies. Parrish reached out to pat its belly as it hovered over his head. The creature buzzed happily and then suddenly the bulbous end of its body began to glow.
Delighted, the pixies clapped their hands and murmured in appreciation of their visitor’s trick. Lorne followed along as best he could as their rescued creature began to fly around the greenhouse. Regaining its strength, it dove and darted around, blinking it’s hindquarters now and then, much to the delight of the pixies.
“What is it?” Lorne asked, skidding to a halt beside Parrish, panting for breath after running so much. He had a new tear in his stockings and one on his tunic, Parrish noted. He really needed a mate to look after him. Too bad he wouldn’t have anything to do with any of the girls. For some reason, he shunned them all to spend all his time with Parrish, though many had tried to attract his attention.
“I think it might be a firefly,” Parrish replied, watching their visitor buzz over the heads of the other pixies. I remember stories my grandmother told me, back from the days when we were garden pixies.”
“Oh. Yeah. I heard those stories too. He is very lost, isn’t he?”
“Yeah. But he can stay here in the greenhouse. I don’t think he’ll eat much.” Parrish declared. He looked over at his friend and frowned. “Hey, Lorne, aren’t you cold? Don’t you have another pair of stockings?”
Lorne looked down at his bare knees, showing through the holes and shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe in my nook somewhere.”
Licking his thumb, Parrish wiped at the streak of dirt on Lorne’s cheek, clucking his tongue as he did so. “Such a mess. Come on, let’s clean you up. You need a keeper, ” he declared as he took Lorne by the elbow and led him towards the corner of the greenhouse where all their sleeping nooks were.
Lorne stopped and stared at Parrish intently when he turned towards him. “You could keep me.”
“Huh? Me?”
“Yeah. I like you. You always take care of me. You could come live in my nook. I like being with you.”
Parrish tilted his head and stared for a few moments. He felt warmth spreading from his belly outwards as Lorne smiled at him. “Don’t you want one of the girls to share your nook?”
“No, I want you to. Please?”
“But...”
After glancing up, Lorne went up on the worn toes of his wilted shoes and kissed Parrish on the lips. “Why’d you do that?” Parrish demanded when Lorne pulled away, although he had liked it very much.
Lorne pointed up, where their firefly friend was perched on a sprig of an overhanging plant. “Had to, you know the rules. Mistletoe. Besides, I wanted to. Can I do it again?”
“Yeah, but let’s go in your nook first, I don’t want everyone watching.”
“I don’t think the firefly cares,” Lorne said as he took Parrish’s hand and led him to his nook.
They did indeed find a fresh pair of stockings, with no holes in them. But it took a very long time to get Lorne into them. Lorne’s nook happened to be directly under a mistletoe plant.
The End
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters/Pairing: Lorne/Parrish
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 1,009
Warning: this is cracky.
Prompt: Hurt Comfort Bingo: Wings
Cotton Candy Bingo: Firefly
slashing_Lorne: 12 Days of Lorne
For clwilson2006 because she dared me to.
“But what is it?” Lorne asked, dancing a circle around the fallen creature as Parrish stood leaning over it, his hands on the knees of his leggings. Neither of them had ever seen anything like this before in the snowy North.
“Don’t touch it!” Parrish commanded as his best friend Lorne reached a finger out towards the bulbous end of the winged creature.
Lorne scowled and crossed his arms. He looked a total rapscallion, dirt on his cheeks, his stocking cap askew and holes in the knees of his striped stockings. The curled toes of his shoes were limp and missing their jingle bells, lost ages ago in some fall or tussle.
“You don’t know what it is either, so don’t pretend you do!” Lorne stuck his tongue out at Parrish when he looked over at him.
“Whatever it is, it is an injured creature and it needs our help. It does not need you poking at it.” Parrish slapped his hand away when Lorne would have touched the frozen wing that fluttered limply on the snow.
Lorne huffed, his breath making fog in the air. It was too cold for them to be outside, they would be frozen through soon if they didn’t get moving. “It’s cold. Let’s take it someplace where it’s warm.”
Parrish nodded in agreement and straightened up. “That is the first sensible thing you’ve said all day.” He pulled a poinsettia leaf from the pack on his back and unfolded it. “We’ll carry him on this.”
Lorne wrinkled his nose. “How do you know it’s a him?”
“Just help me get him on the leaf, Lorne, I’m freezing my jingle bells off here.”
When they pushed the creature onto the leaf, it buzzed slightly, flapping its wings. “I don’t think he belongs around here. He’s got no fur. He’s not made for snow and ice.”
“Probably came on the toy train, and lost his way, then his wings froze.” Parrish patted the creature’s side. “There, there, we’ll get you someplace warmer.”
Together, the two tiny Christmas pixies lifted the edge of the leaf and carried the lost and injured creature to the first building they came to; the greenhouse where they helped tend the Christmas poinsettias and other holiday plants. Once inside, they called for help, which brought several of their pixie friends running. Parrish glared at the suggestion Kav made to cook it and Lorne kicked him hard in the candy cane for making it. Kav apologized and they all made up and nobody shoved Kav out the door into the snow by himself, as Lorne had threatened to do.
The warmth of the greenhouse revived the creature. It began to flap its wings more and more, and eventually it rose from the leaf and hovered in the air before the pixies. Parrish reached out to pat its belly as it hovered over his head. The creature buzzed happily and then suddenly the bulbous end of its body began to glow.
Delighted, the pixies clapped their hands and murmured in appreciation of their visitor’s trick. Lorne followed along as best he could as their rescued creature began to fly around the greenhouse. Regaining its strength, it dove and darted around, blinking it’s hindquarters now and then, much to the delight of the pixies.
“What is it?” Lorne asked, skidding to a halt beside Parrish, panting for breath after running so much. He had a new tear in his stockings and one on his tunic, Parrish noted. He really needed a mate to look after him. Too bad he wouldn’t have anything to do with any of the girls. For some reason, he shunned them all to spend all his time with Parrish, though many had tried to attract his attention.
“I think it might be a firefly,” Parrish replied, watching their visitor buzz over the heads of the other pixies. I remember stories my grandmother told me, back from the days when we were garden pixies.”
“Oh. Yeah. I heard those stories too. He is very lost, isn’t he?”
“Yeah. But he can stay here in the greenhouse. I don’t think he’ll eat much.” Parrish declared. He looked over at his friend and frowned. “Hey, Lorne, aren’t you cold? Don’t you have another pair of stockings?”
Lorne looked down at his bare knees, showing through the holes and shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe in my nook somewhere.”
Licking his thumb, Parrish wiped at the streak of dirt on Lorne’s cheek, clucking his tongue as he did so. “Such a mess. Come on, let’s clean you up. You need a keeper, ” he declared as he took Lorne by the elbow and led him towards the corner of the greenhouse where all their sleeping nooks were.
Lorne stopped and stared at Parrish intently when he turned towards him. “You could keep me.”
“Huh? Me?”
“Yeah. I like you. You always take care of me. You could come live in my nook. I like being with you.”
Parrish tilted his head and stared for a few moments. He felt warmth spreading from his belly outwards as Lorne smiled at him. “Don’t you want one of the girls to share your nook?”
“No, I want you to. Please?”
“But...”
After glancing up, Lorne went up on the worn toes of his wilted shoes and kissed Parrish on the lips. “Why’d you do that?” Parrish demanded when Lorne pulled away, although he had liked it very much.
Lorne pointed up, where their firefly friend was perched on a sprig of an overhanging plant. “Had to, you know the rules. Mistletoe. Besides, I wanted to. Can I do it again?”
“Yeah, but let’s go in your nook first, I don’t want everyone watching.”
“I don’t think the firefly cares,” Lorne said as he took Parrish’s hand and led him to his nook.
They did indeed find a fresh pair of stockings, with no holes in them. But it took a very long time to get Lorne into them. Lorne’s nook happened to be directly under a mistletoe plant.
The End