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tarapierson, McKay/Lorne
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slashing_lorneTitle: “Secret Admirer, Chapter 1” (Yes, I know, oh soooo original title)
Author:tarapierson (Marie Whi Mitshue)
Pairing: McKay/Lorne
Rating: PG-13, for now
Warning: mentions of blood, danger, pre-slash (is that warning worthy? Prolly not)
Summary: On Monday, there were two powerbars on his desk when he got to his lab, both chocolate chip, which was worth more than gold and soft-core porn in the Atlantis barter system. Someone keeps leaving Rodney gifts.
Notes: I’ve been readingclockstopper ’s Rodney/Lorne fics, and damn but she got me hooked on ‘em. Not that it’s hard, mind you, I’m a David Hewlett fanatic and Rodney-slut, (and a Kavan Smith fan & a Lorne Lover), and I’ll read/write Rodney with anyone, but I do have pairings I adore more than others, and Rodney/Lorne have now joined that elite list. Feel proud, clockstopper!
First EVER Rodney/Lorne fic!
UNBETAED.
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On Monday, there were two powerbars on his desk when he got to his lab, both chocolate chip, which was worth more than gold and soft-core porn in the Atlantis barter system. They hadn’t been there long; his fellow scientists would have snatched them up if they had known they were there, and promptly denied ever seeing them.
On Wednesday, while he was dozing in a chair in the infirmary (totally killing his back), waiting for Sheppard to wake up from one of his three billion near-death experiences, someone left a thermos of coffee and a wrapped sandwich on the chair next to him. The coffee was real, it wasn’t the crap that the SGC supplied them with, but Jamaican Blue Mountain, expensive and perfect and like pure ambrosia in a mug. The sandwich wasn’t today’s mystery meat with almost-lettuce from PP2-A05, process cheese slices and mayo on plain old white bread. This sandwich was thick, juicy ham, with real romaine lettuce, real Swiss cheese, and mustard, on the thick, slightly-chewy dark Athosian bread he liked. Whoever had left the coffee and sandwich had been paying attention to Rodney’s tastes.
He was too tired to follow that train of thought anywhere, and let it go off the rails and crash and burn. Rodney rubbed his face, wincing as his fingers brushed the scratches along his left cheek (for once, he was barely injured), sending his unknown benefactor a grateful mental thank you. Sheppard and Ronon slept on in their infirmary beds as he toasted them with the mug, and Teyla never woke in the chair three down from his, when Rodney covered her with an extra blanket.
On Saturday, he took a break to check on (heh, or to mock, actually) Sheppard (who was chaffing at the bit, still in the Infirmary) and to investigate the rumour that the mess hall had chocolate cake. They, of course, didn’t, but they did have a couple chocolate pudding cups.
When he got back to his lab, Radek muttering across the room over his own laptop, there was a thin, black DVD case on his chair. He opened it to find two DVDs, black Sharpie in scrolling unfamiliar handwriting across their fronts proclaiming to be the 2005 series of Doctor Who. Which he hadn’t seen, having been in the Pegasus galaxy when it had come out, and not having the chance to download it or buy the box set on the very few occasions he’d returned to Earth since then. He’d heard that one of the Squishy Science people in anthro had brought copies, but was charging approximately a Puddlejumper-sized load of real chocolate or real coffee to have access to it, so, no, Rodney hadn’t borrowed it.
This was getting interesting. A little annoying not knowing who was giving him gifts, true, and gifts that he liked, at that. Everyone knew he liked choc chip powerbars and Blue Mountain coffee, he’d complained about it often enough. And Sheppard, Ronon, Teyla, Radek, Lorne, Teyla, Elizabeth and Cadman had all been at his table in the mess hall when he bitched about the mystery meat sandwiches the other day, and detailed what he’d really like. Sheppard, Carson, Ronon, Radek, Lorne, and Parrish had all been there at a movie night, when he bitched about having to watch Back to the Future again, wishing for something good to watch, something new, something he hadn’t seen forty thousand times. And he’d mentioned the new Who then.
So, list of suspects: Sheppard, Ronon, Radek, and Lorne. They had all been there those two times.
Well, it wasn’t Sheppard. He’d been drugged to the gills, and unconscious when the coffee and sandwich had been left, and still stuck in a hospital bed when the DVDs had been left. And Ronon had been unconscious for the coffee and sandwich gift as well, and had been in the mess when Rodney had entered earlier, the debris of a good meal in front of him showing he’d been there for a good long while. Rodney had shared the pudding cups with him, hoping to sooth his team mate’s bad mood (caused by Carson having to shave off some of his hair to stitch a wound; the big baby was sulking, and the really tiny patch was at the back of his head, underneath all the other dredlocks, and couldn’t even be seen!), and had left him to his pouting. So it couldn’t have been Ronon.
He stopped to appreciate the relief that his apparent secret admirer wasn’t his barbarian friend. Just…no.
That left Radek and Lorne.
What was Lorne’s first name, anyway? Rodney hadn’t heard anyone call him anything but ‘Major’ and ‘Lorne’ in the year and a half that he’d been on Atlantis. That was just…kind of sad, that no one called the man by his first name. Huh.
Okay, so he had no idea where Lorne had been during the last two gift arrivals – no, wait. Lorne and his team had arrived in time to save Sheppard’s ass on The Planet of the Spear-Wielding Crazy People Who Poked Holes In Anyone Who Came Through Their Stargate, so when the coffee and sandwich gift had come, presumably Lorne had been in with one of the doctors, getting cleared.
And Radek… he had no clue where Radek had been. He did share Rodney’s lab, so he had easy access to leave gifts there, and he could have left the coffee and sandwich in the Infirmary while Rodney had been sleeping.
So. Radek or Lorne.
Either way, wow. It was kind of flattering to think that either man was leaving him gifts. Radek was almost as smart as he was, and intelligence was always hot, and really, he was kind of cute, with the flyaway hair and accent and all. And he wasn’t afraid to give as good as he got, when Rodney started ranting. And Lorne, Lorne was a hottie, plain and simple, and despite their rough start, he’d crept onto Rodney’s radar somehow. He trusted Lorne almost as much as he trusted Sheppard, in military matters, which was good, since Lorne was Sheppard’s 2IC. He knew if something went wrong, Lorne would be there.
And now it was really bothering him that he didn’t know the man’s first name.
He brought up the personnel files on his laptop, and opened Lorne’s.
Ah, there it was: Lorne, Nicholas Marcus, Major, USAF.
Huh. Nicholas or Nick suited him, he liked the name, but he really didn’t see him as a Marcus.
So, Radek or Lorne. Which one was it…and which one did Rodney want it to be?
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On Sunday, someone left a small bag of Lays Ketchup potato chips on the Chair, when he’d left the Chair Room for five minutes to get a tool he’d forgotten. Lay’s Ketchup Chips! Radek or Lorne, whomever it was, had put a hell of a lot of thought into this, and had gotten stuff from Earth to leave as gifts, so they had to have been planning this for a while. And Rodney hadn’t had a bag of ketchup chips in years, since the flavour was unavailable in any country but Canada. He’d forgotten just how much he liked them.
On Monday, he went off-world with Lorne’s team, and Teyla, to a planet that was supposed to be uninhabited and full of Ancient tech. Neither Sheppard nor Ronon had been cleared for off-world duty yet – Sheppard had just been released from the infirmary to his quarters. Neither man had been very happy letting Teyla and Rodney go off on a mission without them, but they didn’t have any other reason but the fact they were both overprotective macho men, and trying to come up with a reason ended up with them implying that Lorne and his team were somehow less able or competent. It had been fun to see them try, though, and putting their feet so far in their mouths they’d be tasting shoe leather for weeks.
So, when Rodney ended up trussed up, alone, in a dark, dank cave with a headache bad enough he’d really rather be dead, his pain was only made worse by the thought that Sheppard would be saying ‘I told you so!’ when they got back to Atlantis.
After some communing with the blackness and the dwarf battalion mining inside his skull, his brain finally kicked in, and where were Lorne and Teyla?! And Cadman, Parrish and Bernstein?! Had the others been captured too, by the smelly, screaming troglodytes that had come pouring out of the ground after the sun had gone down? Or was he the only one left alive?
He had to swallow down nausea at the thought of Teyla and the others dead. Teyla was closer to him than his own sister had ever been, and Cadman was closer to him that he really would have liked, after the body-sharing incident. And Lorne… They couldn’t be dead! They were part of his family, goddamnit! His brain helpfully flashed him a vivid, incredibly detailed picture of Parrish and Bernstein going down under the knives and clubs of the cave people, of Cadman and Teyla covered in blood and terribly still, of Lorne –
The image of Lorne’s face spattered with crimson, dark blue eyes empty and blank, made him lurch to the side as best he could, since he was bound at ankles and wrists, and throw up everything he’d eaten in the last, oh, lifetime.
Throwing up only made his head pound more, and he knew by now he had a pretty bad concussion – his vision was blurred, the world was spinning and whirling around him, his head was splitting, and he had no memory of what had happened for him to be captured. Oh, he remembered the stinky, cave people boiling up out of the ground, and running and firing, but that was it.
He thought of Lorne again, and this time tried to throw up his socks.
He realised, then, he wanted his secret, gift-leaving guy to be Lorne…to be Nicholas.
And he had no idea of any if the others were all right, if Cadman, Teyla or Lorne were even alive.
This time, his retching was dry-heaves that were ripping his stomach and throat apart, tears of strain and pain and panic making tracks through the blood and dirt on his face, and it was enough to make him pass out again.
As the darkness cocooned him in smothering arms, his last coherent thought was a plea to the universe for the others to be all right...for Nicholas to be all right.
END 1
Author:
tarapierson (Marie Whi Mitshue)Pairing: McKay/Lorne
Rating: PG-13, for now
Warning: mentions of blood, danger, pre-slash (is that warning worthy? Prolly not)
Summary: On Monday, there were two powerbars on his desk when he got to his lab, both chocolate chip, which was worth more than gold and soft-core porn in the Atlantis barter system. Someone keeps leaving Rodney gifts.
Notes: I’ve been reading
clockstopper ’s Rodney/Lorne fics, and damn but she got me hooked on ‘em. Not that it’s hard, mind you, I’m a David Hewlett fanatic and Rodney-slut, (and a Kavan Smith fan & a Lorne Lover), and I’ll read/write Rodney with anyone, but I do have pairings I adore more than others, and Rodney/Lorne have now joined that elite list. Feel proud, clockstopper!First EVER Rodney/Lorne fic!
UNBETAED.
X-posted at
atlantis_slash & slashing_lorne~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
On Monday, there were two powerbars on his desk when he got to his lab, both chocolate chip, which was worth more than gold and soft-core porn in the Atlantis barter system. They hadn’t been there long; his fellow scientists would have snatched them up if they had known they were there, and promptly denied ever seeing them.
On Wednesday, while he was dozing in a chair in the infirmary (totally killing his back), waiting for Sheppard to wake up from one of his three billion near-death experiences, someone left a thermos of coffee and a wrapped sandwich on the chair next to him. The coffee was real, it wasn’t the crap that the SGC supplied them with, but Jamaican Blue Mountain, expensive and perfect and like pure ambrosia in a mug. The sandwich wasn’t today’s mystery meat with almost-lettuce from PP2-A05, process cheese slices and mayo on plain old white bread. This sandwich was thick, juicy ham, with real romaine lettuce, real Swiss cheese, and mustard, on the thick, slightly-chewy dark Athosian bread he liked. Whoever had left the coffee and sandwich had been paying attention to Rodney’s tastes.
He was too tired to follow that train of thought anywhere, and let it go off the rails and crash and burn. Rodney rubbed his face, wincing as his fingers brushed the scratches along his left cheek (for once, he was barely injured), sending his unknown benefactor a grateful mental thank you. Sheppard and Ronon slept on in their infirmary beds as he toasted them with the mug, and Teyla never woke in the chair three down from his, when Rodney covered her with an extra blanket.
On Saturday, he took a break to check on (heh, or to mock, actually) Sheppard (who was chaffing at the bit, still in the Infirmary) and to investigate the rumour that the mess hall had chocolate cake. They, of course, didn’t, but they did have a couple chocolate pudding cups.
When he got back to his lab, Radek muttering across the room over his own laptop, there was a thin, black DVD case on his chair. He opened it to find two DVDs, black Sharpie in scrolling unfamiliar handwriting across their fronts proclaiming to be the 2005 series of Doctor Who. Which he hadn’t seen, having been in the Pegasus galaxy when it had come out, and not having the chance to download it or buy the box set on the very few occasions he’d returned to Earth since then. He’d heard that one of the Squishy Science people in anthro had brought copies, but was charging approximately a Puddlejumper-sized load of real chocolate or real coffee to have access to it, so, no, Rodney hadn’t borrowed it.
This was getting interesting. A little annoying not knowing who was giving him gifts, true, and gifts that he liked, at that. Everyone knew he liked choc chip powerbars and Blue Mountain coffee, he’d complained about it often enough. And Sheppard, Ronon, Teyla, Radek, Lorne, Teyla, Elizabeth and Cadman had all been at his table in the mess hall when he bitched about the mystery meat sandwiches the other day, and detailed what he’d really like. Sheppard, Carson, Ronon, Radek, Lorne, and Parrish had all been there at a movie night, when he bitched about having to watch Back to the Future again, wishing for something good to watch, something new, something he hadn’t seen forty thousand times. And he’d mentioned the new Who then.
So, list of suspects: Sheppard, Ronon, Radek, and Lorne. They had all been there those two times.
Well, it wasn’t Sheppard. He’d been drugged to the gills, and unconscious when the coffee and sandwich had been left, and still stuck in a hospital bed when the DVDs had been left. And Ronon had been unconscious for the coffee and sandwich gift as well, and had been in the mess when Rodney had entered earlier, the debris of a good meal in front of him showing he’d been there for a good long while. Rodney had shared the pudding cups with him, hoping to sooth his team mate’s bad mood (caused by Carson having to shave off some of his hair to stitch a wound; the big baby was sulking, and the really tiny patch was at the back of his head, underneath all the other dredlocks, and couldn’t even be seen!), and had left him to his pouting. So it couldn’t have been Ronon.
He stopped to appreciate the relief that his apparent secret admirer wasn’t his barbarian friend. Just…no.
That left Radek and Lorne.
What was Lorne’s first name, anyway? Rodney hadn’t heard anyone call him anything but ‘Major’ and ‘Lorne’ in the year and a half that he’d been on Atlantis. That was just…kind of sad, that no one called the man by his first name. Huh.
Okay, so he had no idea where Lorne had been during the last two gift arrivals – no, wait. Lorne and his team had arrived in time to save Sheppard’s ass on The Planet of the Spear-Wielding Crazy People Who Poked Holes In Anyone Who Came Through Their Stargate, so when the coffee and sandwich gift had come, presumably Lorne had been in with one of the doctors, getting cleared.
And Radek… he had no clue where Radek had been. He did share Rodney’s lab, so he had easy access to leave gifts there, and he could have left the coffee and sandwich in the Infirmary while Rodney had been sleeping.
So. Radek or Lorne.
Either way, wow. It was kind of flattering to think that either man was leaving him gifts. Radek was almost as smart as he was, and intelligence was always hot, and really, he was kind of cute, with the flyaway hair and accent and all. And he wasn’t afraid to give as good as he got, when Rodney started ranting. And Lorne, Lorne was a hottie, plain and simple, and despite their rough start, he’d crept onto Rodney’s radar somehow. He trusted Lorne almost as much as he trusted Sheppard, in military matters, which was good, since Lorne was Sheppard’s 2IC. He knew if something went wrong, Lorne would be there.
And now it was really bothering him that he didn’t know the man’s first name.
He brought up the personnel files on his laptop, and opened Lorne’s.
Ah, there it was: Lorne, Nicholas Marcus, Major, USAF.
Huh. Nicholas or Nick suited him, he liked the name, but he really didn’t see him as a Marcus.
So, Radek or Lorne. Which one was it…and which one did Rodney want it to be?
~~~~
On Sunday, someone left a small bag of Lays Ketchup potato chips on the Chair, when he’d left the Chair Room for five minutes to get a tool he’d forgotten. Lay’s Ketchup Chips! Radek or Lorne, whomever it was, had put a hell of a lot of thought into this, and had gotten stuff from Earth to leave as gifts, so they had to have been planning this for a while. And Rodney hadn’t had a bag of ketchup chips in years, since the flavour was unavailable in any country but Canada. He’d forgotten just how much he liked them.
On Monday, he went off-world with Lorne’s team, and Teyla, to a planet that was supposed to be uninhabited and full of Ancient tech. Neither Sheppard nor Ronon had been cleared for off-world duty yet – Sheppard had just been released from the infirmary to his quarters. Neither man had been very happy letting Teyla and Rodney go off on a mission without them, but they didn’t have any other reason but the fact they were both overprotective macho men, and trying to come up with a reason ended up with them implying that Lorne and his team were somehow less able or competent. It had been fun to see them try, though, and putting their feet so far in their mouths they’d be tasting shoe leather for weeks.
So, when Rodney ended up trussed up, alone, in a dark, dank cave with a headache bad enough he’d really rather be dead, his pain was only made worse by the thought that Sheppard would be saying ‘I told you so!’ when they got back to Atlantis.
After some communing with the blackness and the dwarf battalion mining inside his skull, his brain finally kicked in, and where were Lorne and Teyla?! And Cadman, Parrish and Bernstein?! Had the others been captured too, by the smelly, screaming troglodytes that had come pouring out of the ground after the sun had gone down? Or was he the only one left alive?
He had to swallow down nausea at the thought of Teyla and the others dead. Teyla was closer to him than his own sister had ever been, and Cadman was closer to him that he really would have liked, after the body-sharing incident. And Lorne… They couldn’t be dead! They were part of his family, goddamnit! His brain helpfully flashed him a vivid, incredibly detailed picture of Parrish and Bernstein going down under the knives and clubs of the cave people, of Cadman and Teyla covered in blood and terribly still, of Lorne –
The image of Lorne’s face spattered with crimson, dark blue eyes empty and blank, made him lurch to the side as best he could, since he was bound at ankles and wrists, and throw up everything he’d eaten in the last, oh, lifetime.
Throwing up only made his head pound more, and he knew by now he had a pretty bad concussion – his vision was blurred, the world was spinning and whirling around him, his head was splitting, and he had no memory of what had happened for him to be captured. Oh, he remembered the stinky, cave people boiling up out of the ground, and running and firing, but that was it.
He thought of Lorne again, and this time tried to throw up his socks.
He realised, then, he wanted his secret, gift-leaving guy to be Lorne…to be Nicholas.
And he had no idea of any if the others were all right, if Cadman, Teyla or Lorne were even alive.
This time, his retching was dry-heaves that were ripping his stomach and throat apart, tears of strain and pain and panic making tracks through the blood and dirt on his face, and it was enough to make him pass out again.
As the darkness cocooned him in smothering arms, his last coherent thought was a plea to the universe for the others to be all right...for Nicholas to be all right.
END 1
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