FanFic100: #044 Circle
Title: Fairy tale romances
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Cadman/Lorne
Prompt: #044 Circle
Word Count: 1.454
Rating: K+
Summary: Evan Lorne too has to learn that sometimes you only know what you have when it's gone.
Author's Notes: So now that I'm nearly done with this day's work, I can indulge myself (and you) a little and post the pre-last AMCM-piece. This is a companion piece/sequel to "Run no more". Hope you like it :) It was of course betaed by the wonderful mackenziesmomma who still hasn't despaired at my inability to use intent/intend and content/contend correctly ;) And here's the LDT.
I also started a Lorne/Cadman community, major_explosion and am looking for members and most of all contributors. So everyone who likes this pairing... join up and spread the Lorne/Cadman love in the big wide Internet, please :)
Fairy tale romances
“And I, I wish I was the one,
your one and only sun and you looked at me that way,
I wish for long lingering glances
Fairy tale romances every single day.”
Amy MacDonald, “A Wish for Something More”
God, he is such an idiot. And he needed three whole goddamn weeks to see that. Makes him an even bigger idiot. But really… for three weeks he had felt restless and nervous and generally on the edge. He’d blamed it on the mission - fast hit-and-run ops against Michael’s bases, some scouting deep into Wraith territory, trying to find out more about the Pegasus Asgard… that kind of thing - because it was his first real ship command.
Only after jumping out of hyperspace and parking the Icarus in orbit directly above the city he realized what exactly had been bugging him so much all this time. He’d missed Laura Cadman and regretted telling her no, plain and simple. Somehow he had managed to tell himself to forget about this and concentrate on the mission, but his subconscious had never forgotten it. And the moment it had been finally over… it had all been back, with a vengeance.
And now he’s giving Sheppard and Woolsey a detailed report of the mission, but all he wants is to find her and tell her to forget the crap he said about the regs and all that. The wave of relief that had flooded him the moment after they jumped out of hyperspace was mostly because they had come very close to getting blown out of the sky a couple of times. It had made him realize that for some people… risking a court-martial is actually worth it.
Good God, when is this wretched debriefing finally over? He needs to find her, talk to her, see if she still wants him. He’s dreading it a little, but he’ll never find it out if he doesn’t ask. And he’s so past watching and waiting, his usual strategy. Three weeks of constant pressure and strain can do that even to someone like him.
But Woolsey keeps asking question after question. It really takes all his strength of will not to show his growing impatience with drumming his fingers on the table or tapping his foot. Then, finally, Woolsey speaks the releasing words and dismisses him. He gets up, forces himself to walk out of Woolsey’s office at a measured pace… and the moment he gets out of the door, there’s really only one thought on his mind: Laura. Now.
Before he can get to radio her, Sheppard is beside him, gives him a look that has a very scrutinizing touch to it and then simply says, “Try the work-out room. Seems to have become her favorite place.” He feigns ignorance and a surprised look. Sheppard rolls his eyes. “Just go. We’ll have the reg talk later.”
It’s all he needs. “Yes, sir.” The few feet to the Control Rooms lift are the last ones he can force himself to walk at a normal pace. After that… it’s running, all the way to the work-out room, nearly knocking over a couple of nurses and stumbling over cables that definitely haven’t been there three weeks ago.
Then he finally sees the work-out room and wants to slow down - wouldn’t that be embarrassing if he came storming in, most of all in case she decided she really doesn’t go for idiot zoomies - but before he can bring himself to stop he sees her running out of the room. He tries to slow down, but his momentum carries him forward and suddenly she’s between him and the wall, and something in him snaps. Without thinking, he bends down and kisses her, full on the mouth.
God, yes. That’s what he’d been craving those past three weeks. As she starts kissing him back, he’s very close to losing control totally. He knows he should break this kiss, step away and never look at her again, but she simply doesn’t let him for a few long moments. When she does, he wants to say something, but finds himself lacking air and words. He actually needs to steady himself as the full impact of this is starting to make its way into his brain, but he can’t let go of her. The only thing he allows himself is to take away one of his hands and put it to the wall.
For a moment, neither of them says or does anything aside from panting and he starts to become afraid of what will happen when she realizes that this really isn’t the right place for this and he’s not the right guy for this. He half expects her to slap him… but all she does is draw him even closer and… kiss him.
Whoa. Why didn’t he do that already three weeks ago? Would have spared him more than one sleepless night. Or maybe… maybe not. Being kissed like that… usually brings you sleepless nights. But God, if he’d known being kissed by Laura Cadman felt like this…
However, before he can deepen the kiss and get even closer to her - he’s long past the point of caring who can see them in this hallway - he suddenly does feel the sting of someone just having slapped him soundly in the face. Holy… she must have slapped him so hard that she even left a mark. Puzzled, he looks at her and feels suspiciously like a deer in headlights. She has crossed her arms and is looking at him with a deep, disapproving frown. Huh?
“What the hell was that for?” Honestly, why did she do that? Just when he has finally learned that doing things according to the law isn’t always the right thing, she goes and makes him look like a complete idiot? And did she have to slap that hard?
She just holds up three fingers and starts enumerating them as she says, “For telling me we can’t break the regs and still doing it. For knocking me off my feet like that. For taking so fucking long to come home.” Are there tears in her eyes? Nah, no way. Still… she just told him she actually waited for him and was worried, and that makes him feel all kinds of giddy. She stills gives her best to look not amused, but there’s no way he could hold back the grin edging its way onto his face.
“Yeah, I’m happy to see to you, too.” For a moment it looks like she’ll simply turn on her heels and leave him standing here, but then obviously something else wins. A reluctant smile steals itself on her face.
“You’d be an idiot not to.” As the meaning of her words makes it through the haze caused by lack of sleep, totally jumbled adrenalin levels and just plain sensory overload, he feels himself grinning.
“Can’t argue with that.” He’d love to bend down and kiss her again, but he’s slowly starting to remember they’re standing in an Atlantis hallway, and have made out in public already enough.
And if it wasn’t enough that the realization comes to him and makes him color a little, suddenly a voice in his back says, “Told you she’d slap him.”
Feeling caught, both of them turn to the source of the voice. Behind them, Ronon and Rodney are standing, with Ronon looking kind of smug. Like he just won a bet. What the…? “Yes, but first she kissed him. That’s definitely making me the winner.”
Somebody please tell him they didn’t stand behind him the whole time. Somebody please tell him they didn’t see how he practically devoured Laura. He’ll never hear the end of it. And neither will she, probably. Only one way to get out of this now. “Gentleman… there’s only one winner here, and that’s me.”
At this, he hears a little chuckle from Laura behind him while Rodney looks at them with his mouth slightly hanging open. Ronon, however, just smirks and it gives him the feeling as if he wants to congratulate him on making his intentions known so forcefully and most of all for receiving such a clear answer from Laura. “And now… please excuse us. We’ve got to celebrate something.”
With that he turns back to Laura who looks positively like she has some interesting ideas for the “celebration”. He offers her his hand. “Lieutenant?”
She takes it, totally ignoring Rodney and Ronon still looking at them. “Major.” Grinning, he leads her away from the prying eyes of the Atlantis public, already looking forward to the moment the doors close behind them and they have each other just for themselves.
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Cadman/Lorne
Prompt: #044 Circle
Word Count: 1.454
Rating: K+
Summary: Evan Lorne too has to learn that sometimes you only know what you have when it's gone.
Author's Notes: So now that I'm nearly done with this day's work, I can indulge myself (and you) a little and post the pre-last AMCM-piece. This is a companion piece/sequel to "Run no more". Hope you like it :) It was of course betaed by the wonderful mackenziesmomma who still hasn't despaired at my inability to use intent/intend and content/contend correctly ;) And here's the LDT.
I also started a Lorne/Cadman community, major_explosion and am looking for members and most of all contributors. So everyone who likes this pairing... join up and spread the Lorne/Cadman love in the big wide Internet, please :)
Fairy tale romances
“And I, I wish I was the one,
your one and only sun and you looked at me that way,
I wish for long lingering glances
Fairy tale romances every single day.”
Amy MacDonald, “A Wish for Something More”
God, he is such an idiot. And he needed three whole goddamn weeks to see that. Makes him an even bigger idiot. But really… for three weeks he had felt restless and nervous and generally on the edge. He’d blamed it on the mission - fast hit-and-run ops against Michael’s bases, some scouting deep into Wraith territory, trying to find out more about the Pegasus Asgard… that kind of thing - because it was his first real ship command.
Only after jumping out of hyperspace and parking the Icarus in orbit directly above the city he realized what exactly had been bugging him so much all this time. He’d missed Laura Cadman and regretted telling her no, plain and simple. Somehow he had managed to tell himself to forget about this and concentrate on the mission, but his subconscious had never forgotten it. And the moment it had been finally over… it had all been back, with a vengeance.
And now he’s giving Sheppard and Woolsey a detailed report of the mission, but all he wants is to find her and tell her to forget the crap he said about the regs and all that. The wave of relief that had flooded him the moment after they jumped out of hyperspace was mostly because they had come very close to getting blown out of the sky a couple of times. It had made him realize that for some people… risking a court-martial is actually worth it.
Good God, when is this wretched debriefing finally over? He needs to find her, talk to her, see if she still wants him. He’s dreading it a little, but he’ll never find it out if he doesn’t ask. And he’s so past watching and waiting, his usual strategy. Three weeks of constant pressure and strain can do that even to someone like him.
But Woolsey keeps asking question after question. It really takes all his strength of will not to show his growing impatience with drumming his fingers on the table or tapping his foot. Then, finally, Woolsey speaks the releasing words and dismisses him. He gets up, forces himself to walk out of Woolsey’s office at a measured pace… and the moment he gets out of the door, there’s really only one thought on his mind: Laura. Now.
Before he can get to radio her, Sheppard is beside him, gives him a look that has a very scrutinizing touch to it and then simply says, “Try the work-out room. Seems to have become her favorite place.” He feigns ignorance and a surprised look. Sheppard rolls his eyes. “Just go. We’ll have the reg talk later.”
It’s all he needs. “Yes, sir.” The few feet to the Control Rooms lift are the last ones he can force himself to walk at a normal pace. After that… it’s running, all the way to the work-out room, nearly knocking over a couple of nurses and stumbling over cables that definitely haven’t been there three weeks ago.
Then he finally sees the work-out room and wants to slow down - wouldn’t that be embarrassing if he came storming in, most of all in case she decided she really doesn’t go for idiot zoomies - but before he can bring himself to stop he sees her running out of the room. He tries to slow down, but his momentum carries him forward and suddenly she’s between him and the wall, and something in him snaps. Without thinking, he bends down and kisses her, full on the mouth.
God, yes. That’s what he’d been craving those past three weeks. As she starts kissing him back, he’s very close to losing control totally. He knows he should break this kiss, step away and never look at her again, but she simply doesn’t let him for a few long moments. When she does, he wants to say something, but finds himself lacking air and words. He actually needs to steady himself as the full impact of this is starting to make its way into his brain, but he can’t let go of her. The only thing he allows himself is to take away one of his hands and put it to the wall.
For a moment, neither of them says or does anything aside from panting and he starts to become afraid of what will happen when she realizes that this really isn’t the right place for this and he’s not the right guy for this. He half expects her to slap him… but all she does is draw him even closer and… kiss him.
Whoa. Why didn’t he do that already three weeks ago? Would have spared him more than one sleepless night. Or maybe… maybe not. Being kissed like that… usually brings you sleepless nights. But God, if he’d known being kissed by Laura Cadman felt like this…
However, before he can deepen the kiss and get even closer to her - he’s long past the point of caring who can see them in this hallway - he suddenly does feel the sting of someone just having slapped him soundly in the face. Holy… she must have slapped him so hard that she even left a mark. Puzzled, he looks at her and feels suspiciously like a deer in headlights. She has crossed her arms and is looking at him with a deep, disapproving frown. Huh?
“What the hell was that for?” Honestly, why did she do that? Just when he has finally learned that doing things according to the law isn’t always the right thing, she goes and makes him look like a complete idiot? And did she have to slap that hard?
She just holds up three fingers and starts enumerating them as she says, “For telling me we can’t break the regs and still doing it. For knocking me off my feet like that. For taking so fucking long to come home.” Are there tears in her eyes? Nah, no way. Still… she just told him she actually waited for him and was worried, and that makes him feel all kinds of giddy. She stills gives her best to look not amused, but there’s no way he could hold back the grin edging its way onto his face.
“Yeah, I’m happy to see to you, too.” For a moment it looks like she’ll simply turn on her heels and leave him standing here, but then obviously something else wins. A reluctant smile steals itself on her face.
“You’d be an idiot not to.” As the meaning of her words makes it through the haze caused by lack of sleep, totally jumbled adrenalin levels and just plain sensory overload, he feels himself grinning.
“Can’t argue with that.” He’d love to bend down and kiss her again, but he’s slowly starting to remember they’re standing in an Atlantis hallway, and have made out in public already enough.
And if it wasn’t enough that the realization comes to him and makes him color a little, suddenly a voice in his back says, “Told you she’d slap him.”
Feeling caught, both of them turn to the source of the voice. Behind them, Ronon and Rodney are standing, with Ronon looking kind of smug. Like he just won a bet. What the…? “Yes, but first she kissed him. That’s definitely making me the winner.”
Somebody please tell him they didn’t stand behind him the whole time. Somebody please tell him they didn’t see how he practically devoured Laura. He’ll never hear the end of it. And neither will she, probably. Only one way to get out of this now. “Gentleman… there’s only one winner here, and that’s me.”
At this, he hears a little chuckle from Laura behind him while Rodney looks at them with his mouth slightly hanging open. Ronon, however, just smirks and it gives him the feeling as if he wants to congratulate him on making his intentions known so forcefully and most of all for receiving such a clear answer from Laura. “And now… please excuse us. We’ve got to celebrate something.”
With that he turns back to Laura who looks positively like she has some interesting ideas for the “celebration”. He offers her his hand. “Lieutenant?”
She takes it, totally ignoring Rodney and Ronon still looking at them. “Major.” Grinning, he leads her away from the prying eyes of the Atlantis public, already looking forward to the moment the doors close behind them and they have each other just for themselves.