On the forth day: Fic: All that is home (Lorne/Parrish, PG)
Title: All that is home.
Author: sparkyqueen
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Characters: Mj. Evan Lorne/Dr. David Parrish
Word Count: 482
Rating: PG
Note: Written for the 12 days of Lorne
Summary: a short semi-drabble. drawing Parrish.
The discovery of a seemingly random area of dead dirt on the South-west pier in the first year of the expedition went unnoticed in favour of other, more Wraith related, issues. It wasn’t until their resettlement on the five mooned world, during a relatively calm time, that someone thought the area would make a nice place for a park of sorts.
Over the next few months, botanists and other green thumbed Lantians started to turn the dirt into soil, and that soil into garden beds, swaths of blue-green grass and a small bubbling pond.
Today the once dust bowl, is now a small paradise. Trees sway in the breeze and provide shade for all those who venture there. Flowers bloom almost all year round, splashing the entire area in so many different and beautiful colours. In the pond brightly coloured fish dart between the rocks and water lilies.
It is in this oasis, on one of the few rest days he has, Major Evan Lorne can be found, lazing in the sun, sketch book and pencils scattered beside him. Detailed sketches of the flowers and trees, the fish and the odd person splayed open for all to see.
Evan had thought he would use his time off capturing all that he had come to call home on paper, so that in the future he would have something of his home, wherever he may find himself. However the sun had been so warm and pleasant and he had not been sleeping as much as he should be, and had quickly succumbed to a light doze.
Evan came back to the land of the waking at the sounds of metal scraping rock. When he opened his eyes it was to the sight of one Dr. David Parrish... shirtless, sunlight glistening along a lean muscular frame and only 20 meters away tending the garden.
Evan reached over, picked up his sketch book and charcoal and began outlining an arched back, lean face, strong thighs and dexterous fingers.
~--- ~---~
It was late afternoon, golden light highlighting David’s features, his works strewn around him. Images of David’s eyes, his hands smudged with dirt, hard at work, caring for the life surrounding them. Evan was watching David trim back a rose like shrub, about to begin sketching his broad smile, when a shadow fell across his page.
“You should tell him, you know.” Sheppard murmured.
“Sir?”
“That you love him.” With that Sheppard turned and walked back toward the main part of the city.
Evan’s jaw dropped and he starred after Sheppard for a moment, then turned back to find David smiling at him from where he was tending his rose, he nodded to Evan, his smile widening, then turned back to the rose. So Evan returned to his drawing a smile forming on his lips and warmth blooming inside of him.
All that is home.
Author: sparkyqueen
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis
Characters: Mj. Evan Lorne/Dr. David Parrish
Word Count: 482
Rating: PG
Note: Written for the 12 days of Lorne
Summary: a short semi-drabble. drawing Parrish.
The discovery of a seemingly random area of dead dirt on the South-west pier in the first year of the expedition went unnoticed in favour of other, more Wraith related, issues. It wasn’t until their resettlement on the five mooned world, during a relatively calm time, that someone thought the area would make a nice place for a park of sorts.
Over the next few months, botanists and other green thumbed Lantians started to turn the dirt into soil, and that soil into garden beds, swaths of blue-green grass and a small bubbling pond.
Today the once dust bowl, is now a small paradise. Trees sway in the breeze and provide shade for all those who venture there. Flowers bloom almost all year round, splashing the entire area in so many different and beautiful colours. In the pond brightly coloured fish dart between the rocks and water lilies.
It is in this oasis, on one of the few rest days he has, Major Evan Lorne can be found, lazing in the sun, sketch book and pencils scattered beside him. Detailed sketches of the flowers and trees, the fish and the odd person splayed open for all to see.
Evan had thought he would use his time off capturing all that he had come to call home on paper, so that in the future he would have something of his home, wherever he may find himself. However the sun had been so warm and pleasant and he had not been sleeping as much as he should be, and had quickly succumbed to a light doze.
Evan came back to the land of the waking at the sounds of metal scraping rock. When he opened his eyes it was to the sight of one Dr. David Parrish... shirtless, sunlight glistening along a lean muscular frame and only 20 meters away tending the garden.
Evan reached over, picked up his sketch book and charcoal and began outlining an arched back, lean face, strong thighs and dexterous fingers.
~--- ~---~
It was late afternoon, golden light highlighting David’s features, his works strewn around him. Images of David’s eyes, his hands smudged with dirt, hard at work, caring for the life surrounding them. Evan was watching David trim back a rose like shrub, about to begin sketching his broad smile, when a shadow fell across his page.
“You should tell him, you know.” Sheppard murmured.
“Sir?”
“That you love him.” With that Sheppard turned and walked back toward the main part of the city.
Evan’s jaw dropped and he starred after Sheppard for a moment, then turned back to find David smiling at him from where he was tending his rose, he nodded to Evan, his smile widening, then turned back to the rose. So Evan returned to his drawing a smile forming on his lips and warmth blooming inside of him.
All that is home.