Stargate Atlantis - Fic: I'll Pass For Your Comrade (Cadman, Cadman/Lorne) (PG)
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Title: I'll Pass for Your Comrade
Rating: PG
Character: Laura Cadman
Pairing: Laura Cadman/Evan Lorne
Disclaimer: Doesn't belong to me and never will.
Author's Note: Written for snowglow1275 using the prompt SGA, Cadman/?, period fic(civil, WWl, or WWll era), Cadman dresses as man to go to war (Theme: Party Dress) at comment_fic.
Laura stares at her reflection in the mirror, as she stands dressed in the uniform she had sewn with her hair cut short. She feels almost naked without her layers of petticoats and skirts; she had been told it was unnatural for a woman to wear pants and she'd always believed it. She hadn't known, however, how freeing it would be to not be burdened by the pounds of clothing she wore each day. A lady would never wear pants, a voice nags in her head. A patriotic woman makes bandages and knits socks for the soldiers defending the Union. She tells the voice to hush. The war between the states has already raged for two long years; she has lost a brother and a cousin. Her other brother came home without his arm. The distance of time between the letters from her fiance grows as their mood sombers. He is completely honest with her as so few of the soldiers are with their loved ones, telling her of the battles and the wounded and the dead. She is doing this so that she can watch over Evan, keep her sweetheart safe. But, she realizes as she grabs her father's gun, slips out the back door and heads to war, she is doing this for herself as well. She needs to protect her loved ones, and just the smallest part of her needs to see the country and what's out there too.
Title: I'll Pass for Your Comrade
Rating: PG
Character: Laura Cadman
Pairing: Laura Cadman/Evan Lorne
Disclaimer: Doesn't belong to me and never will.
Author's Note: Written for snowglow1275 using the prompt SGA, Cadman/?, period fic(civil, WWl, or WWll era), Cadman dresses as man to go to war (Theme: Party Dress) at comment_fic.
Laura stares at her reflection in the mirror, as she stands dressed in the uniform she had sewn with her hair cut short. She feels almost naked without her layers of petticoats and skirts; she had been told it was unnatural for a woman to wear pants and she'd always believed it. She hadn't known, however, how freeing it would be to not be burdened by the pounds of clothing she wore each day. A lady would never wear pants, a voice nags in her head. A patriotic woman makes bandages and knits socks for the soldiers defending the Union. She tells the voice to hush. The war between the states has already raged for two long years; she has lost a brother and a cousin. Her other brother came home without his arm. The distance of time between the letters from her fiance grows as their mood sombers. He is completely honest with her as so few of the soldiers are with their loved ones, telling her of the battles and the wounded and the dead. She is doing this so that she can watch over Evan, keep her sweetheart safe. But, she realizes as she grabs her father's gun, slips out the back door and heads to war, she is doing this for herself as well. She needs to protect her loved ones, and just the smallest part of her needs to see the country and what's out there too.