Take My Coat
Title: Take My Coat
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis/SG-1
Pairing: Lorne/Jonas Quinn
Rating: PG
Word Count: 722
Prompt: Cotton Candy Bingo: Lending a coat in the cold
Happy Holidays to theeverdream
Stepping out of the airport, Lorne swore softly to himself. He had forgotten just how cold Colorado could be in December. He had been stationed temporarily in San Diego while he recuperated from the surgery that had brought him back from Pegasus. Unfortunately, the prognosis wasn’t excellent, and the cane he was leaning on for support was likely to be a lifelong companion. Unable to pass the physical, he wouldn’t be allowed back on a Gate team, and thus it was unlikely his request to return to Atlantis would be approved.
“Lieutenant Colonel Lorne?” a voice asked from behind him.
He turned to see a smiling man, a familiar face, though he couldn’t remember the name that went with it. “Yes?”
The man held out a hand. “Jonas Quinn. Walter at the mountain said you might need a lift to your hotel, and I was heading downtown, so I offered to come over and get you.”
Quinn. He recognized the name. “I appreciate that you took the trouble. You worked with Carter and Jackson a few years back, didn’t you?” Evan asked, shifting his backpack to the opposite shoulder. He shivered as a breeze kicked up.
“No trouble at all. I did work with them, before I went home for a while. Things didn’t work out back home, a change in administration, so I came back here. I’m at loose ends, no job yet.”
Quinn shrugged out of the blue North Face jacket he was wearing and offered it to Evan. “Take this, it’s a long walk to the car.”
“I can’t take your coat,” Evan tried to refuse, but Jonas just smiled and continued holding it out. His teeth were chattering.
Jonas held out his other hand for Evan’s pack. “Give me the bag, Colonel, and take the coat. I’ve been here a few weeks; I’m used to the cold.” Arguing appeared to be useless, so Evan passed the bag over and slipped the jacket on. He smiled gratefully.
“You hungry? I heard about a good place to get steak, and they have Bananas Foster on their dessert menu.” Jonas looked so hopeful that Evan laughed and nodded. “Awesome! I hate eating alone.”
Walking was painful and Evan was breathing heavily by the time they reached the car, which seemed to be parked in the next county. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, his intent just to catch his breath. He started awake when a hand clasped his forearm and squeezed and his name was called softly. “We’re at your hotel, Colonel.”
“Whoa. I didn’t mean to fall asleep, sorry I’m lousy company.”
“I don’t mind. I like to drive. Teal’c taught me.” That made Evan chuckle. Aliens teaching aliens how to drive. Only at the SGC.
Jonas waved a hand at the doors. “If you want to go check in and get your room key, I’ll wait here and keep the car warm.”
“Okay,” he smiled and slid out of the car, limping his way to the lobby. It did not take long to check in and he was soon back and they were on their way to the restaurant.
“I should have brought a coat; I don’t know where my head was when I packed this morning.” It was windy, he felt a little bad depriving Jonas of the jacket, but Quinn refused to take it back.
They were seated quickly and ordered a sampler of appetizers to share. They had a weirdly phrased conversation, carefully editing what they said for security reasons. He told Jonas in broad, unspecific terms about the mission that had nearly cost him his leg, leaving a lot to be read between the lines. In the same way, Jonas told him about the political situation on his homeworld and how he and many others had been forced to flee when things went bad.
Their hands brushed as they each reached for the same piece of batter dipped chicken. Rather than yanking away as if he had been burned, Jonas turned his hand over and allowed his fingers to stroke along Evan’s. Evan looked up and saw possibilities across the table, and he met Jonas’s shy smile with one of his own.
The End
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis/SG-1
Pairing: Lorne/Jonas Quinn
Rating: PG
Word Count: 722
Prompt: Cotton Candy Bingo: Lending a coat in the cold
Happy Holidays to theeverdream
Stepping out of the airport, Lorne swore softly to himself. He had forgotten just how cold Colorado could be in December. He had been stationed temporarily in San Diego while he recuperated from the surgery that had brought him back from Pegasus. Unfortunately, the prognosis wasn’t excellent, and the cane he was leaning on for support was likely to be a lifelong companion. Unable to pass the physical, he wouldn’t be allowed back on a Gate team, and thus it was unlikely his request to return to Atlantis would be approved.
“Lieutenant Colonel Lorne?” a voice asked from behind him.
He turned to see a smiling man, a familiar face, though he couldn’t remember the name that went with it. “Yes?”
The man held out a hand. “Jonas Quinn. Walter at the mountain said you might need a lift to your hotel, and I was heading downtown, so I offered to come over and get you.”
Quinn. He recognized the name. “I appreciate that you took the trouble. You worked with Carter and Jackson a few years back, didn’t you?” Evan asked, shifting his backpack to the opposite shoulder. He shivered as a breeze kicked up.
“No trouble at all. I did work with them, before I went home for a while. Things didn’t work out back home, a change in administration, so I came back here. I’m at loose ends, no job yet.”
Quinn shrugged out of the blue North Face jacket he was wearing and offered it to Evan. “Take this, it’s a long walk to the car.”
“I can’t take your coat,” Evan tried to refuse, but Jonas just smiled and continued holding it out. His teeth were chattering.
Jonas held out his other hand for Evan’s pack. “Give me the bag, Colonel, and take the coat. I’ve been here a few weeks; I’m used to the cold.” Arguing appeared to be useless, so Evan passed the bag over and slipped the jacket on. He smiled gratefully.
“You hungry? I heard about a good place to get steak, and they have Bananas Foster on their dessert menu.” Jonas looked so hopeful that Evan laughed and nodded. “Awesome! I hate eating alone.”
Walking was painful and Evan was breathing heavily by the time they reached the car, which seemed to be parked in the next county. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back, his intent just to catch his breath. He started awake when a hand clasped his forearm and squeezed and his name was called softly. “We’re at your hotel, Colonel.”
“Whoa. I didn’t mean to fall asleep, sorry I’m lousy company.”
“I don’t mind. I like to drive. Teal’c taught me.” That made Evan chuckle. Aliens teaching aliens how to drive. Only at the SGC.
Jonas waved a hand at the doors. “If you want to go check in and get your room key, I’ll wait here and keep the car warm.”
“Okay,” he smiled and slid out of the car, limping his way to the lobby. It did not take long to check in and he was soon back and they were on their way to the restaurant.
“I should have brought a coat; I don’t know where my head was when I packed this morning.” It was windy, he felt a little bad depriving Jonas of the jacket, but Quinn refused to take it back.
They were seated quickly and ordered a sampler of appetizers to share. They had a weirdly phrased conversation, carefully editing what they said for security reasons. He told Jonas in broad, unspecific terms about the mission that had nearly cost him his leg, leaving a lot to be read between the lines. In the same way, Jonas told him about the political situation on his homeworld and how he and many others had been forced to flee when things went bad.
Their hands brushed as they each reached for the same piece of batter dipped chicken. Rather than yanking away as if he had been burned, Jonas turned his hand over and allowed his fingers to stroke along Evan’s. Evan looked up and saw possibilities across the table, and he met Jonas’s shy smile with one of his own.
The End