10_ocs: #10 Down (Writer's Choice)
Title: All the Great Things
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Character: Major Evan Lorne
Prompt: #10 Down (Writer's Choice)
Word Count: 1.675
Rating: K+
Summary: The one where Major Lorne gets taught a lesson about having to be much faster about making his move.
Author's Notes: This one takes place before the two last chapters ( Both Sides and A Push) and probably marks the beginning of the SG-10 that we know. Also, mackenziesmomma 's snark for it was totally FTW (also, she's supposed to be on spring break and wants Lorne as her ho... yes, that's the way our conversations go, in case anyone wanted to know...)!
And here's the table.
All the Great Things
“Once upon a time there was a tavern
Where we used to raise a glass or two
Remember how we laughed away the hours
And dreamed of all the great things we would do.”
Mary Hopkin, “Those Were the Days”
Another night on stand-by with nothing much to do besides sitting around in the ready room and trying to finish Anna Karenina for the hundredth time because he promised his sister he would… but that can wait. He just started his shift half an hour ago, it’s only 1830 and there are still lots of people on the base. In fact… in fact he knows that Laura Greenspan, a friend of one of his Academy buddies, had been transferred to the SGC two weeks ago and should be on shift in the infirmary.
He hadn't been able to talk to her for longer than maybe a few minutes in the past two weeks because they had always been on different shifts so he decides that tonight would be a good time to finally catch up with her. He’d been a second year cadet when she had started as fourth class cadet at the Academy but he had known her before because she was Thomas Moore’s best friend and had visited him often enough in Colorado before joining up herself.
In third class he’d briefly considered asking her out on a date but he’d learned pretty fast that Laura Greenspan was like a little sister to Thomas Moore and that dating your Academy friends’ little sisters was out of bounds - didn’t keep Charlie Williamson, the third in their circle of friends from dating his little sister, though, but that’s totally another story.
Anyway… after about two years of sporadic letters and e-mails and occasional encounters at Academy alumni get-togethers, she suddenly turned up at the SGC. In hindsight, it doesn’t surprise him that much anymore, since all he heard about her had been that she had aced another course or won another scientific award and those soldiers always turn up at the SGC sooner or later.
Also, he heard it through the grapevine that she got off-world clearance two days ago and since she isn't talking to Moore for some reason or other - he suspects it has something to do with Moore disappearing from everyone’s radar for a little over a year and missing her graduation - he started to consider asking her if she was interested in a spot on his team. He could really use a medic and since they’re one man short… he can try, at least.
When he reaches the infirmary, he saunters into the room, pleased to find it really quiet tonight. Knowing the docs like to hole themselves up in one of the offices in the back when it’s quiet like this, he walks over to the one with the door slightly ajar and low music coming out. He knocks and thankfully enough, it’s indeed Laura’s voice that answers. Expectantly, he opens the door and enters the room.
She’s sitting at the desk, patiently filling in and signing forms. It always astounds him. Usually, Laura Greenspan is a bundle of energy, bouncing up and down, occasionally making everyone in her vicinity insane with it. But whenever she’s doing paper work… she can sit at her desk for hours. Sometimes even he has difficulties staying calm and patient with it but he never saw or heard her grumbling about paper work - or fling whole stacks of paper off the desk in a bout of overbearing frustration like Moore is sometimes prone to do.
After another moment where she simply keeps working, he clears his throat and she finally looks up. “Evening, Major.”
He rolls his eyes. “I’ve seen you after a twelve hour studying marathon… several ones, actually. You don’t honestly think I’d make you call me Major now, right?”
She shrugs, then grins. Yeah, right. He should have known that she was just teasing him. “Well, you never know with you flyboys. You always get the strangest ideas.” Mh, still peeved at Moore, are we? He makes a mental note not to piss her off because she seems to be one of those girls with the memory of an elephant.
“Gee and here I thought I found someone to kill time with. Guess I’ll have to go and look for someone who actually enjoys talking to me.” If she can tease him… he can very well do so with her.
However, Laura isn't fazed that much and simply smirks and says, “Bored already?”
Right. No use in denying anything because she always had that uncanny doctor’s sense that could detect a lie three miles against the wind. He sighs. “Out of my wits.”
That only makes her smirk deepen. “Don’t you have a book to finish?”
What the…? Instantly he regrets the day his sister and her met the first time. “I should have never introduced you and Anna to each other.” That serves to make her look smug and he thinks that this is really a good moment to change the topic and divert her, so he adds, “So, I hear you got off-world clearance?”
“Yep.” Still smug, but now at least for another reason.
Alright so… better ask now because he never might get another chance. “Got picked by a team leader yet?”
Come on, don’t tell me… “Nope. But there are a few spots that look good.” Yes. He has a new top-level medic just in reach and he just has to make the deal perfect.
Trying to sound absolutely casual, he starts with, “Say, you wouldn’t consider…”
He doesn’t get very far though, because suddenly a voice from the door says, “Keep your grubby hands off my future 2IC, Lorne.”
Caught off-guard, he turns around to glare at Major Thomas Moore. His eyes narrowed, he only gets as far as “What the hell…”
Moore, however, doesn’t let him finish again and says with an almost disgusting amount of smugness in his voice, “Yup, that’s right. Got her transfer to my team approved by the Old Man.”
Feeling a little betrayed - Moore knew he was looking for a medic for his team, for Heaven’s sake - he turns back to the doctor in question and can only utter an almost horrified, “Laura!”
Laura… just gives him an innocent batting of her eyelashes and simply reply, “Evan?”
This… is starting to become really confusing. Still trying to sound at least half-dignified, he tries to get an answer to one of the most pressing questions. “Didn’t you say…”
“Yeah, well, he made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.” What the hell? Can’t they let him finish his sentences just for once? God, he should have known it would go like this the moment Laura decided she’d been giving Moore the silent treatment long enough. If they weren’t both his friends, he’d find them insufferable.
There’s still a question to answer, though and he makes a second attempt, not quite able to hold the agitation back. “You were pissed at him. You wouldn’t even talk about him, let alone with him.”
At least Laura now has the decency to look sheepish - unlike Moore who just continues looking smug, the bastard - and rubs her neck when replying, “Until he made…”
“You an offer you couldn’t refuse, yeah I get it.” Really, this wasn’t the answer to his question and by the slight blush Laura knows that very well herself.
Of course, now it’s time for Moore to interfere again. “I know it’s hard to admit defeat, Lorne, but you know how it is… You were always too slow to make your move.” Just for a very tiny moment he’s ready to jump Moore for this comment because… there’d been two or three occasions when the same thing hadn't been about medics for a SG team but about a girl he’d had set his eyes on for several weeks until Moore had just breezed in and got her to go out with him without even trying to.
But then he remembers that those days are over and that getting into a fight with a fellow soldier never solved anything - after all, Anna had married Williamson in the end - and he just grits his teeth and says, “One day, Moore… you’ll see that karma’s a bitch, even to you.”
Moore wants to reply something but Laura just rolls her eyes and he ends up saying, “And one day you’ll have learned to be fast enough.” Yeah, well… maybe.
Seeing that tension between them is easing a little, Laura closes her file and says, “Does it help you that I would have said yes if Tom hadn't been faster, Evan?”
Actually… it does. Because it means that the only reason she said yes to Moore’s offer probably was that he is her best friend and had nothing to do with the fact that he had been too slow to make up his mind… or that he was inferior to Moore in leadership and standards. He’d have hated for Laura to consider him an inept soldier. However… he’d never admit that aloud, of course, so the only thing he says is, “Marginally.”
Rolling her eyes again, Laura gets up and says, “You know, guys… I’m starving. Anyone want to join me for dinner?”
He looks at Moore again and he grins. Right. Being faster… “Sure.” Oh well. At least this time he’d been as fast as Moore, which is probably a good beginning. With another grin Moore just raises his eyebrows and Laura snorts, giving them both a slap to the back of their heads. And suddenly… it’s like back in the good old Academy days as they make their way to the mess, bickering and teasing and talking as if there hadn't been any separation whatsoever and he thinks that maybe… it’s not that bad to have them both here at the SGC. At least it won’t ever get boring with those two on the same team.
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Character: Major Evan Lorne
Prompt: #10 Down (Writer's Choice)
Word Count: 1.675
Rating: K+
Summary: The one where Major Lorne gets taught a lesson about having to be much faster about making his move.
Author's Notes: This one takes place before the two last chapters ( Both Sides and A Push) and probably marks the beginning of the SG-10 that we know. Also, mackenziesmomma 's snark for it was totally FTW (also, she's supposed to be on spring break and wants Lorne as her ho... yes, that's the way our conversations go, in case anyone wanted to know...)!
And here's the table.
All the Great Things
“Once upon a time there was a tavern
Where we used to raise a glass or two
Remember how we laughed away the hours
And dreamed of all the great things we would do.”
Mary Hopkin, “Those Were the Days”
Another night on stand-by with nothing much to do besides sitting around in the ready room and trying to finish Anna Karenina for the hundredth time because he promised his sister he would… but that can wait. He just started his shift half an hour ago, it’s only 1830 and there are still lots of people on the base. In fact… in fact he knows that Laura Greenspan, a friend of one of his Academy buddies, had been transferred to the SGC two weeks ago and should be on shift in the infirmary.
He hadn't been able to talk to her for longer than maybe a few minutes in the past two weeks because they had always been on different shifts so he decides that tonight would be a good time to finally catch up with her. He’d been a second year cadet when she had started as fourth class cadet at the Academy but he had known her before because she was Thomas Moore’s best friend and had visited him often enough in Colorado before joining up herself.
In third class he’d briefly considered asking her out on a date but he’d learned pretty fast that Laura Greenspan was like a little sister to Thomas Moore and that dating your Academy friends’ little sisters was out of bounds - didn’t keep Charlie Williamson, the third in their circle of friends from dating his little sister, though, but that’s totally another story.
Anyway… after about two years of sporadic letters and e-mails and occasional encounters at Academy alumni get-togethers, she suddenly turned up at the SGC. In hindsight, it doesn’t surprise him that much anymore, since all he heard about her had been that she had aced another course or won another scientific award and those soldiers always turn up at the SGC sooner or later.
Also, he heard it through the grapevine that she got off-world clearance two days ago and since she isn't talking to Moore for some reason or other - he suspects it has something to do with Moore disappearing from everyone’s radar for a little over a year and missing her graduation - he started to consider asking her if she was interested in a spot on his team. He could really use a medic and since they’re one man short… he can try, at least.
When he reaches the infirmary, he saunters into the room, pleased to find it really quiet tonight. Knowing the docs like to hole themselves up in one of the offices in the back when it’s quiet like this, he walks over to the one with the door slightly ajar and low music coming out. He knocks and thankfully enough, it’s indeed Laura’s voice that answers. Expectantly, he opens the door and enters the room.
She’s sitting at the desk, patiently filling in and signing forms. It always astounds him. Usually, Laura Greenspan is a bundle of energy, bouncing up and down, occasionally making everyone in her vicinity insane with it. But whenever she’s doing paper work… she can sit at her desk for hours. Sometimes even he has difficulties staying calm and patient with it but he never saw or heard her grumbling about paper work - or fling whole stacks of paper off the desk in a bout of overbearing frustration like Moore is sometimes prone to do.
After another moment where she simply keeps working, he clears his throat and she finally looks up. “Evening, Major.”
He rolls his eyes. “I’ve seen you after a twelve hour studying marathon… several ones, actually. You don’t honestly think I’d make you call me Major now, right?”
She shrugs, then grins. Yeah, right. He should have known that she was just teasing him. “Well, you never know with you flyboys. You always get the strangest ideas.” Mh, still peeved at Moore, are we? He makes a mental note not to piss her off because she seems to be one of those girls with the memory of an elephant.
“Gee and here I thought I found someone to kill time with. Guess I’ll have to go and look for someone who actually enjoys talking to me.” If she can tease him… he can very well do so with her.
However, Laura isn't fazed that much and simply smirks and says, “Bored already?”
Right. No use in denying anything because she always had that uncanny doctor’s sense that could detect a lie three miles against the wind. He sighs. “Out of my wits.”
That only makes her smirk deepen. “Don’t you have a book to finish?”
What the…? Instantly he regrets the day his sister and her met the first time. “I should have never introduced you and Anna to each other.” That serves to make her look smug and he thinks that this is really a good moment to change the topic and divert her, so he adds, “So, I hear you got off-world clearance?”
“Yep.” Still smug, but now at least for another reason.
Alright so… better ask now because he never might get another chance. “Got picked by a team leader yet?”
Come on, don’t tell me… “Nope. But there are a few spots that look good.” Yes. He has a new top-level medic just in reach and he just has to make the deal perfect.
Trying to sound absolutely casual, he starts with, “Say, you wouldn’t consider…”
He doesn’t get very far though, because suddenly a voice from the door says, “Keep your grubby hands off my future 2IC, Lorne.”
Caught off-guard, he turns around to glare at Major Thomas Moore. His eyes narrowed, he only gets as far as “What the hell…”
Moore, however, doesn’t let him finish again and says with an almost disgusting amount of smugness in his voice, “Yup, that’s right. Got her transfer to my team approved by the Old Man.”
Feeling a little betrayed - Moore knew he was looking for a medic for his team, for Heaven’s sake - he turns back to the doctor in question and can only utter an almost horrified, “Laura!”
Laura… just gives him an innocent batting of her eyelashes and simply reply, “Evan?”
This… is starting to become really confusing. Still trying to sound at least half-dignified, he tries to get an answer to one of the most pressing questions. “Didn’t you say…”
“Yeah, well, he made me an offer I couldn’t refuse.” What the hell? Can’t they let him finish his sentences just for once? God, he should have known it would go like this the moment Laura decided she’d been giving Moore the silent treatment long enough. If they weren’t both his friends, he’d find them insufferable.
There’s still a question to answer, though and he makes a second attempt, not quite able to hold the agitation back. “You were pissed at him. You wouldn’t even talk about him, let alone with him.”
At least Laura now has the decency to look sheepish - unlike Moore who just continues looking smug, the bastard - and rubs her neck when replying, “Until he made…”
“You an offer you couldn’t refuse, yeah I get it.” Really, this wasn’t the answer to his question and by the slight blush Laura knows that very well herself.
Of course, now it’s time for Moore to interfere again. “I know it’s hard to admit defeat, Lorne, but you know how it is… You were always too slow to make your move.” Just for a very tiny moment he’s ready to jump Moore for this comment because… there’d been two or three occasions when the same thing hadn't been about medics for a SG team but about a girl he’d had set his eyes on for several weeks until Moore had just breezed in and got her to go out with him without even trying to.
But then he remembers that those days are over and that getting into a fight with a fellow soldier never solved anything - after all, Anna had married Williamson in the end - and he just grits his teeth and says, “One day, Moore… you’ll see that karma’s a bitch, even to you.”
Moore wants to reply something but Laura just rolls her eyes and he ends up saying, “And one day you’ll have learned to be fast enough.” Yeah, well… maybe.
Seeing that tension between them is easing a little, Laura closes her file and says, “Does it help you that I would have said yes if Tom hadn't been faster, Evan?”
Actually… it does. Because it means that the only reason she said yes to Moore’s offer probably was that he is her best friend and had nothing to do with the fact that he had been too slow to make up his mind… or that he was inferior to Moore in leadership and standards. He’d have hated for Laura to consider him an inept soldier. However… he’d never admit that aloud, of course, so the only thing he says is, “Marginally.”
Rolling her eyes again, Laura gets up and says, “You know, guys… I’m starving. Anyone want to join me for dinner?”
He looks at Moore again and he grins. Right. Being faster… “Sure.” Oh well. At least this time he’d been as fast as Moore, which is probably a good beginning. With another grin Moore just raises his eyebrows and Laura snorts, giving them both a slap to the back of their heads. And suddenly… it’s like back in the good old Academy days as they make their way to the mess, bickering and teasing and talking as if there hadn't been any separation whatsoever and he thinks that maybe… it’s not that bad to have them both here at the SGC. At least it won’t ever get boring with those two on the same team.