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Nov. 22nd, 2008

7 days after “that night“

Lorne looked around the mess again. He didn’t think anyone was looking. Then again, there was nothing to look at - there was nothing odd about the military commander having lunch with his XO.

Sheppard continued to talk about various weaponry while the two of them moved along. Both the men picked up a bottle of water and a sandwich. Lorne looked towards the last counter, just as Sheppard…stopped talking. Lorne glanced back to find Sheppard smirking at him.


Sheppard didn’t say anything, but his smile got slightly wider. When he replied, his tone matched the gleam in his eyes.

“Major, there’s no need to worry, they still have plenty of the chocolate pudding left.”

Lorne felt himself blush. Soldiers don’t blush.

“I was just checking that the mess had prepared adequate provisions for the entire expedition.”

“Uh-huh. You seem to do that every Saturday.”

“If you want, Sir, I could check everyday, although that would take up a significant amount of my time. I might have to stop doing several items of your paperwork. Request forms. Staff evaluations. That sort of thing.”

Sheppard stared at him for a moment, then shook his head and walked on, chuckling to himself.

They both picked up a pudding and walked over to a table by the window. Sheppard resuming his talk about why a thigh holster was no use.

As he sat Lorne risked another sweep of the mess. No…still no-one was staring. A slight noise caused Evan to stop his guilty sweep and look down.

Sheppard’s pudding had moved across to Lorne’s tray.

1 month after “that night“

Lorne awoke to a rather odd feeling. Someone was…doing something to his side. Forcing open his heavy eyes he looked down his past his chest.

“Ah Major, you’re awake. I was just applying a fresh dressing then we‘re all done”

Lorne’s brain stuttered into gear as the memories came back - the mission, the nagging pain, the post mission medical check…

Keller took one last look at the bandages and then stepped back to the medical console. Lorne looked down at the bandaged bump on his right side. Keller continued to tidy up her equipment.

“By thankful you had your post mission and we caught it early. Appendicitis can be quite nasty, if not caught early. And god knows you military types normally wont come to me voluntarily unless your missing at least one limb.”

Lorne started to lean forward to get up - he was sure he couldn‘t really be feeling lighter. He stopped when Keller coughed. He found her staring at him.

“Where do you think you’re going?”

“To my office? You said with Ancient equipment it would be a simple procedure. Knock me out, cut me open, seal me up and done?”

Keller sighed.

“It’s still surgery, and you’ve got stitches holding your insides in! Now lie back down. You’ll be staying here where I can keep an eye on you.”


“No buts Major. I’ve already informed Colonel Sheppard that you’ll have to stay here for at least 2 days. I wont have you running off into the city and popping your stitches. Now stop your moaning or I’ll make it 4 days”

Lorne leaned back, defeated and wondering how on earth he was going to stay here for 2 days without going stir crazy. He looked around his prison.

On the table next to his bed was a sketch pad and several pencils.

2 months after “that night“ (Painting)

“I was glad when the IOA decided to expand the expedition, but I didn‘t realise how much paperwork each new member of personnel meant. It seems I spend more time in my office than anywhere else at the moment”

Sheppard and Lorne walked down the corridor towards their offices. Sheppard several steps ahead of Lorne, his leisurely gait contrasting Lorne’s precise motions.

“Well sir, you’ve never actually had to do the paper work before, and after 3 years I was amazed you even remembered where your office was”

“Careful, Major”

Lorne tried to keep his smile out of his voice.

“Just showing concern for the CO’s obviously strained mental faculties, Sir”

“I still don’t see why Woolsey wont let you do it for me. Elizabeth and Sam never minded. You didn’t complain to him did you?”

“Sir, I would consider that betrayal of a superior officer”

“Well I guess it’s not that bad. I just realised I needed to keep in mind the things waiting for me outside the office. Makes the time go faster that way.”

Sheppard turned and walked into his office, and after a few seconds Lorne followed him in. It had been a while since Lorne had been in his commander’s office, and he was struck by one addition to the otherwise standard military decor.

On the wall facing Sheppard’s desk was one of Lorne’s painting of Atlantis.

4 months after “that night“ (Drawer)

Lorne woke up as the sun came through the window into his eyes. Wait. That wasn’t right. Lorne quickly rolled over and reached for his watch. He found his alarm turned off. He turned back to the other side of the bed and elbowed the sleeping lump.

“You turned my alarm off”

There was a slightly muffled reply, and it didn’t sound overly apologetic.

Lorne leapt up and somewhat frantically began looking around the room for his clothes.

“You know I need to be out of here before 5 to avoid the morning shift”

He picked up his T-shirt and quickly checked it over. John…well both of them had been a little bit enthusiastic last night and Lorne hoped it hadn‘t torn. Lorne seemed to be running low on clothes recently.

Lorne picked up the remains of his boxer shorts. They had not been as lucky as the t-shirt.

“Well. That’s just great”

John rolled over and mumbled something about “top” and gestured over to the dresser, before curling back up under the duvet. He obviously wasn‘t nearly as concerned about this situation as Lorne was.

Lorne tossed the remains in the bin and then walked over and gingerly - you never knew when John was pulling something - pulled open the top drawer.

The drawer had several of his missing T-Shirts, BDUs and boxers in.

6 months after “that night“

"Lorne! Come on buddy. Hold on. The jumper’s nearly here. I can hear them.

Lorne? Lor..Evan. Come on. Stay with me. Focus.

Evan, don’t…don’t leave me.


I love you…”



( 7 comments — Leave a comment )
Nov. 22nd, 2008 03:19 am (UTC)
*babbles incoherently* Awesome! But... What happens!? You can't leave it there!!! What about Lorne!? *sobs uncontrollably* NOOO! HE LOVES YOU!!!

Ok, moment over. I loved how it was all the little things that made Lorne just pause a moment. A simple gesture of love. It makes it all worth it!
Nov. 22nd, 2008 03:20 am (UTC)
Oh, PS: you kinda left your italics in and made the last 2 part all italics.
Nov. 22nd, 2008 06:49 am (UTC)
There is simply not enough Lorne/Shep fic out there! And this is fantastic! ^.^ I adored it! I actually like the cliffhanger.
Nov. 22nd, 2008 04:25 pm (UTC)
Very nice :-) And I agree, not enough Lorne/Shep fic out there.
Nov. 22nd, 2008 10:20 pm (UTC)
Gah, you killed me. :) Neat, I really hope this is a cliffhanger to another piece with a happy end?
Nov. 22nd, 2008 10:53 pm (UTC)
Sorry Dudes/Dudettes. That's the end.

Although given how I love Lorne/Shep I'm sure they'll be other stories.

Feb. 25th, 2009 03:05 pm (UTC)
Aww that was lovely. It'd be great if you could expand on it... "that night" for instance!! :p And what happened to Lorne?

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