FIC: Had a Bad Day 1/1 (Lorne/Parrish, PG)
Title: Had a Bad Day
Pairing: Lorne/Parrish
Author: clwilson2006
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1414~
Warnings: Slash, H/C of a sorts
Dislaimer: Stargate Atlantis does not belong to me. I've been really good this year so please Santa can I have Evan Lorne for Christmas.
Author's Notes: Sorry No Beta :-( all mistakes are my own. If anything horrible jumps out please let me know so I can correct it. Written for 12 Days of Lorne at slashing_lorne my entry for Day 2. December 15th 2009.
Note: Posting for clwilson2006
Major Evan Lorne had a bad day. A really Bad Day, with capital letters and everything, it had started pretty well. He’d woken up slowly, rather than with a screaming alarm or a frantic radio summons, warm and comfortable and wrapped around Dr. David Parrish. As great as it was to wake up to good morning kisses, it made him late. And a morning dash through crowds of people heading to breakfast was much harder than a stealthy exit at 03:00. Especially when you were dressed in sweat pants, and hadn’t shaved or even brushed your hair that morning. Oh and his tee shirt was inside out, as carefully noted by his CO when he’d literally bumped into Sheppard on the way back to his own quarters. That knowing smirk had been the start of the downhill slide.
Choosing to switch breakfast for a power bar and a bottle of water allowed him to make himself presentable in record time, but did not allow him any coffee. He spent the first two hours of the day catching up with paperwork, it was a wonder they had any food or supplies on Atlantis the speed at which Sheppard signed requisition forms. All his efforts had gotten him was more smirking from Sheppard along with a waggle of his eyebrows. At least he wouldn’t get court marshaled if Sheppard thought his love life was funny. Evan spared a thought to wonder if Sheppard would still be laughing if he knew who Evan spent four nights a week with.
That morning’s mission should have been something he could have done in his sleep, escort two botanists to M4X-229. Somehow, someone had managed to talk Woolsey; letting them trade for a Christmas style tree. So he had a jumper of two sulking marines and two over excited botanists. One of which he had last seen naked this morning in bed. That was where he made his first mistake of the mission, he asked David how he’d talked Woolsey into this mission, and David had gotten all excited, and distracted Evan enough that he failed to notice the signs of the argument starting in the rear compartment. Dr Edwards was loudly bemoaning the fact that this whole thing was beneath him, as not everybody celebrated Christmas. He had gone on to complain that he’d had to trade his last bag of popcorn to Teyla for enough candles to burn throughout Hanukkah, as the SGC had failed to approve his request, and yet they were fine with sending little flashing lights and tinsel. By the time Evan landed the jumper on the edge of the village, Parrish and Edwards were arguing about Divali.
The Man had been as vocal as Dr. McKay at his worst, when David had presented the village council with a huge bag of Chocolate, Candy and assorted snacks, including three bags of Edwards’ favorite popcorn.
“Each of our people gave something, in order to exchange for this tree.” David informed the villagers. To which Edwards interrupted.
“That’s my damn popcorn” and he reached for it.
In a very small amount of time they found themselves chased from the village with sticks and rocks, without Tree or Candy.
The mission de-briefing had been, well brief, and unsettling. Both Woolsey and Sheppard had taken to smirking at him. Yes, Woolsey - smirking. He was beginning to consider alternate realities.
At least he'd managed to get in a request to remove Dr. Edwards from off-world meet and greets. Sheppard followed him from the office and explained that he needed to learn how to tame his scientists, in a manner similar to the one Sheppard had used on McKay. Coffee. Sheppard has suggested popcorn for Edwards, and then gone on to say that what ever method Evan was employing with Dr. Parrish seemed to be working brilliantly. Evan choked on his on spit, right there in the corridor, Sheppard slapped him on the shoulder and retreated, smirk back in evidence.
Evan arrived in the mess late for lunch to discover David directing two marines with a huge stone pot containing a very dead, very ancient tree. McKay was less than impressed. He was shouting.
“I did not give up two bars of finest Belgian chocolate for that!” Evan tried diplomacy, and for the second time that day it failed.
“A few lights, some tinsel. It'll be fine!” McKay only glared at him.
“Yeah! People will think its February and we forgot about it.” Evan gave up and managed to flash a small smile at David.
Lunch was a disaster, rumors about the lost Christmas tree were circulating and Evan ate alone. His soup tasted funny, the bread was slightly stale and there was no Jell-O left. McKay had apparently taken the last of the coffee.
His afternoon was spent getting the stuffing beaten out of him by Ronon and his pet marines, and since when did the marines belong to Ronon and not him anyway. Ronon didn't get the whole tree thing, and only seemed concerned about where the alcohol was coming from. Thank god for Zelenka's still.
Dinner was missed because of a small explosion in an assumed, abandoned lab. Responding to the call Evan found Dr. Zelenka dripping wet, with strangely familiar pieces of glassware and tubing scattered over the lab bench. A sticky sweet smell hung heavily in the air. Evan sighed, as he put it all together in his head. No tree, no booze. McKay had it sussed.
“This is going to be the worst Christmas ever!”
“Come on Rodney, it can't be worse than the other year when we didn't even notice because the Wraith were attacking.” Sheppard was practically laughing.
McKay actually squeaked. “Are you insane! You've jinxed it now. They'll be dropping out of hyperspace in seconds!”
They all stood there in silence, waiting for it to happen.
“Well I'm not cleaning this up.” McKay stomped off, Sheppard trailing him.
“You need some help here, Doc?” and Evan spent the next two hours cleaning up the remains of the still.
So here he was now, a little after 21:00 and he was hiding. He freely admitted it, he was hiding in his quarters, staring at a macaroni and cheese MRE, and wishing for coffee. Reluctantly he rose and crossed to the room to answer the door.
“David.” he managed a smile. Stepping back to allow David into his room.
“I bought you some supper.” David held out a plate wrapped with aluminum foil, a red Jell-O cup balanced on the top, in one hand and a silver insulated flask in the other. He stepped over to the table and used the flask to nudge the MRE out of the way.
“Thank you!” gratefully Evan unwrapped the plate to reveal a sandwich with thick slices of fresh white bread, with heavy slices of beef hanging off the sides. He took a huge bite.
“Mmmm... is this mustard?” he asked after swallowing. “When did we get mustard?” he added, surprised.
“Sure, we grow it in the greenhouses.”
“So you're not just about the flowers then.” Evan teased.
“We have whole herb gardens down there. We grow plenty of stuff to keep the marines happy. Anything that makes their food taste better, just makes us more popular.”
“The way to a marines heart is through his stomach?” Evan was whole-heartedly supporting the idea by making his sandwich disappear very quickly.
“What we don't grow, or the geologists don't dig up, the chemists will find a way to synthesize.” David sounded proud.
“Well you'll have a good deal over Christmas. No tree, and Zelenka blew up the still this evening.”
David reached out and ran his fingers through Evan's hair.
“Oh, my silly soldier, do you think that is the only source of alcohol in Atlantis. Besides, there's other ways of loosening people up.” he leaned closer.
“My God! What are you growing down there?” Evan spluttered over the last crust of bread.
David moved to stand behind Evan, his hands rubbing at Evan's tense shoulders. Evan leaned back to rest against David's chest.
“Have you been listening to Dr. McKay's claims that he alone keeps this city running? Not at all.” David bent to whisper in Evans ear. “We have this cactus plant, from MX4-288 that reduces down to make the perfect non-toxic lube.”
Abandoning the Jell-O, Evan turned in his chair and wrapped his arms around David. Suddenly his day was looking a whole lot better.
The End
Pairing: Lorne/Parrish
Author: clwilson2006
Rating: PG
Word Count: 1414~
Warnings: Slash, H/C of a sorts
Dislaimer: Stargate Atlantis does not belong to me. I've been really good this year so please Santa can I have Evan Lorne for Christmas.
Author's Notes: Sorry No Beta :-( all mistakes are my own. If anything horrible jumps out please let me know so I can correct it. Written for 12 Days of Lorne at slashing_lorne my entry for Day 2. December 15th 2009.
Note: Posting for clwilson2006
Major Evan Lorne had a bad day. A really Bad Day, with capital letters and everything, it had started pretty well. He’d woken up slowly, rather than with a screaming alarm or a frantic radio summons, warm and comfortable and wrapped around Dr. David Parrish. As great as it was to wake up to good morning kisses, it made him late. And a morning dash through crowds of people heading to breakfast was much harder than a stealthy exit at 03:00. Especially when you were dressed in sweat pants, and hadn’t shaved or even brushed your hair that morning. Oh and his tee shirt was inside out, as carefully noted by his CO when he’d literally bumped into Sheppard on the way back to his own quarters. That knowing smirk had been the start of the downhill slide.
Choosing to switch breakfast for a power bar and a bottle of water allowed him to make himself presentable in record time, but did not allow him any coffee. He spent the first two hours of the day catching up with paperwork, it was a wonder they had any food or supplies on Atlantis the speed at which Sheppard signed requisition forms. All his efforts had gotten him was more smirking from Sheppard along with a waggle of his eyebrows. At least he wouldn’t get court marshaled if Sheppard thought his love life was funny. Evan spared a thought to wonder if Sheppard would still be laughing if he knew who Evan spent four nights a week with.
That morning’s mission should have been something he could have done in his sleep, escort two botanists to M4X-229. Somehow, someone had managed to talk Woolsey; letting them trade for a Christmas style tree. So he had a jumper of two sulking marines and two over excited botanists. One of which he had last seen naked this morning in bed. That was where he made his first mistake of the mission, he asked David how he’d talked Woolsey into this mission, and David had gotten all excited, and distracted Evan enough that he failed to notice the signs of the argument starting in the rear compartment. Dr Edwards was loudly bemoaning the fact that this whole thing was beneath him, as not everybody celebrated Christmas. He had gone on to complain that he’d had to trade his last bag of popcorn to Teyla for enough candles to burn throughout Hanukkah, as the SGC had failed to approve his request, and yet they were fine with sending little flashing lights and tinsel. By the time Evan landed the jumper on the edge of the village, Parrish and Edwards were arguing about Divali.
The Man had been as vocal as Dr. McKay at his worst, when David had presented the village council with a huge bag of Chocolate, Candy and assorted snacks, including three bags of Edwards’ favorite popcorn.
“Each of our people gave something, in order to exchange for this tree.” David informed the villagers. To which Edwards interrupted.
“That’s my damn popcorn” and he reached for it.
In a very small amount of time they found themselves chased from the village with sticks and rocks, without Tree or Candy.
The mission de-briefing had been, well brief, and unsettling. Both Woolsey and Sheppard had taken to smirking at him. Yes, Woolsey - smirking. He was beginning to consider alternate realities.
At least he'd managed to get in a request to remove Dr. Edwards from off-world meet and greets. Sheppard followed him from the office and explained that he needed to learn how to tame his scientists, in a manner similar to the one Sheppard had used on McKay. Coffee. Sheppard has suggested popcorn for Edwards, and then gone on to say that what ever method Evan was employing with Dr. Parrish seemed to be working brilliantly. Evan choked on his on spit, right there in the corridor, Sheppard slapped him on the shoulder and retreated, smirk back in evidence.
Evan arrived in the mess late for lunch to discover David directing two marines with a huge stone pot containing a very dead, very ancient tree. McKay was less than impressed. He was shouting.
“I did not give up two bars of finest Belgian chocolate for that!” Evan tried diplomacy, and for the second time that day it failed.
“A few lights, some tinsel. It'll be fine!” McKay only glared at him.
“Yeah! People will think its February and we forgot about it.” Evan gave up and managed to flash a small smile at David.
Lunch was a disaster, rumors about the lost Christmas tree were circulating and Evan ate alone. His soup tasted funny, the bread was slightly stale and there was no Jell-O left. McKay had apparently taken the last of the coffee.
His afternoon was spent getting the stuffing beaten out of him by Ronon and his pet marines, and since when did the marines belong to Ronon and not him anyway. Ronon didn't get the whole tree thing, and only seemed concerned about where the alcohol was coming from. Thank god for Zelenka's still.
Dinner was missed because of a small explosion in an assumed, abandoned lab. Responding to the call Evan found Dr. Zelenka dripping wet, with strangely familiar pieces of glassware and tubing scattered over the lab bench. A sticky sweet smell hung heavily in the air. Evan sighed, as he put it all together in his head. No tree, no booze. McKay had it sussed.
“This is going to be the worst Christmas ever!”
“Come on Rodney, it can't be worse than the other year when we didn't even notice because the Wraith were attacking.” Sheppard was practically laughing.
McKay actually squeaked. “Are you insane! You've jinxed it now. They'll be dropping out of hyperspace in seconds!”
They all stood there in silence, waiting for it to happen.
“Well I'm not cleaning this up.” McKay stomped off, Sheppard trailing him.
“You need some help here, Doc?” and Evan spent the next two hours cleaning up the remains of the still.
So here he was now, a little after 21:00 and he was hiding. He freely admitted it, he was hiding in his quarters, staring at a macaroni and cheese MRE, and wishing for coffee. Reluctantly he rose and crossed to the room to answer the door.
“David.” he managed a smile. Stepping back to allow David into his room.
“I bought you some supper.” David held out a plate wrapped with aluminum foil, a red Jell-O cup balanced on the top, in one hand and a silver insulated flask in the other. He stepped over to the table and used the flask to nudge the MRE out of the way.
“Thank you!” gratefully Evan unwrapped the plate to reveal a sandwich with thick slices of fresh white bread, with heavy slices of beef hanging off the sides. He took a huge bite.
“Mmmm... is this mustard?” he asked after swallowing. “When did we get mustard?” he added, surprised.
“Sure, we grow it in the greenhouses.”
“So you're not just about the flowers then.” Evan teased.
“We have whole herb gardens down there. We grow plenty of stuff to keep the marines happy. Anything that makes their food taste better, just makes us more popular.”
“The way to a marines heart is through his stomach?” Evan was whole-heartedly supporting the idea by making his sandwich disappear very quickly.
“What we don't grow, or the geologists don't dig up, the chemists will find a way to synthesize.” David sounded proud.
“Well you'll have a good deal over Christmas. No tree, and Zelenka blew up the still this evening.”
David reached out and ran his fingers through Evan's hair.
“Oh, my silly soldier, do you think that is the only source of alcohol in Atlantis. Besides, there's other ways of loosening people up.” he leaned closer.
“My God! What are you growing down there?” Evan spluttered over the last crust of bread.
David moved to stand behind Evan, his hands rubbing at Evan's tense shoulders. Evan leaned back to rest against David's chest.
“Have you been listening to Dr. McKay's claims that he alone keeps this city running? Not at all.” David bent to whisper in Evans ear. “We have this cactus plant, from MX4-288 that reduces down to make the perfect non-toxic lube.”
Abandoning the Jell-O, Evan turned in his chair and wrapped his arms around David. Suddenly his day was looking a whole lot better.
The End