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slashing_lorneTitle: “Secret Admirer, Chapter 2”
Author:tarapierson (Marie Whi Mitshue)
Pairing: McKay/Lorne
Rating: PG-13 or so
Warning: angst, some blood
Summary: He didn’t even know if Rodney was still alive.
And that was something Nicholas Lorne wasn’t sure he could survive.
Notes: Just a little angsty chapter.
First EVER Rodney/Lorne fic!
UNBETAED.
X-posted at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
atlantis_slash & slashing_lorne
First Chapter at:
Atslashing_lorne : http://community.livejournal.com/slashing_lorne/17920.html#cutid1
Atatlantis_slash : http://community.livejournal.com/atlantis_slash/290626.html#cutid1
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Major Nicholas Lorne moved carefully through the brush down the hill leading towards the stargate. His face was set in a hard mask of stone, beneath the night vision goggles he’d found in Rodney’s abandoned pack. His mouth tightened at the thought of the missing scientist, and the fresh surge of fear at that thought, (Rodney’s missing Rodney’s missing Rodney’s missing), only fanned the blazing inferno of his rage.
These people, who attacked them without warning or reason, and took his scientist? Oh, they were going to be sorry, very, very sorry.
Pain shot up his side as his fury made his steps faster and harder, but he ignored it. It was just some bruises, at the most a bruised rib, and he’d be damned if a little pain was going to stop him from getting Rodney back.
He spotted Cadman up ahead, looking washed out and pinched-faced in the eerie green hue of the night vision goggles, the blood on her cheek looking greenish-black. He whistled out a soft, tiny signal, and she looked his way, responding with a hand signal.
He slipped in the small, sheltered glen, and quickly ran his gaze over the people crowded there.
Parrish looked shellshocked and sick, dirt smeared across one cheek, clutching Rodney’s backpack to his chest in unconscious misery. It looked like some of his fingers might be broken, but the way he was hugging his boss’s pack made he clear he didn’t feel it.
Bernstein had that hard and dangerous look Lorne had seen on many a soldier’s face, when one of their own was threatened. Bernie liked Rodney, found his ranting and technobabble amusing, and didn’t mind fetching and carrying for their chief scientist. The marine had caught a knife-tip across the shoulder, but the wound was shallow and had quickly stopped bleeding, and didn’t comprise his range of movement.
Cadman had gone back to sentry duty, but the tense set of her shoulders and the way she was clutching her P-90 boded ill for the natives.
Teyla looked…incredibly pissed off. The Athosian woman normally radiated an aura of serene calm, but that had vanished with the threat to her friend.
And Teyla had been nearest to Rodney; the one to get the best view, Lorne remembered, when Rodney had gone down under a pile of natives. None of them had been close enough to help him.
Nick had to close his eyes and breathe deep when his traitorous mind flashed the memory of the smaller end of an alien club slamming into Rodney’s head with a sickening thud, cutting off his breathless, panicked scream in mid-cry, the way Rodney had dropped, boneless and still. The way the natives had swarmed Rodney, others blocking the rest of the team from reaching Rodney as his limp form had been dragged away.
He had to swallow down nausea, remembering that abruptly ended cry – he was sure it had been his name Rodney had yelled.
Why the hell had they gone after Rodney, anyway?! It wasn’t the ATA Gene, because Nick had that naturally, and they’d ignored him, except to stop him from helping Rodney. The natives had gone after Rodney alone, melting away and leaving the rest of them, bloodied and bruised but nothing more, when they had the astrophysicist in their grasp.
The Cadbury’s Dairy Milk bar in his vest seemed inordinately heavy at the moment. He’d brought the Canadian chocolate bar to slip into Rodney’s pack when the mission was done, and they were heading back. Or to slip to him if figuring out the tech had been frustrating or difficult.
Now he didn’t know if he’d ever get to sneak him a gift again; he had such a pile of treats for him, in a box under his bed.
He didn’t even know if Rodney was still alive.
And that was something Nicholas Lorne wasn’t sure he could survive.
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Author:
tarapierson (Marie Whi Mitshue)Pairing: McKay/Lorne
Rating: PG-13 or so
Warning: angst, some blood
Summary: He didn’t even know if Rodney was still alive.
And that was something Nicholas Lorne wasn’t sure he could survive.
Notes: Just a little angsty chapter.
First EVER Rodney/Lorne fic!
UNBETAED.
X-posted at
atlantis_slash & slashing_lorneFirst Chapter at:
At
slashing_lorne : http://community.livejournal.com/slashing_lorne/17920.html#cutid1At
atlantis_slash : http://community.livejournal.com/atlantis_slash/290626.html#cutid1~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Major Nicholas Lorne moved carefully through the brush down the hill leading towards the stargate. His face was set in a hard mask of stone, beneath the night vision goggles he’d found in Rodney’s abandoned pack. His mouth tightened at the thought of the missing scientist, and the fresh surge of fear at that thought, (Rodney’s missing Rodney’s missing Rodney’s missing), only fanned the blazing inferno of his rage.
These people, who attacked them without warning or reason, and took his scientist? Oh, they were going to be sorry, very, very sorry.
Pain shot up his side as his fury made his steps faster and harder, but he ignored it. It was just some bruises, at the most a bruised rib, and he’d be damned if a little pain was going to stop him from getting Rodney back.
He spotted Cadman up ahead, looking washed out and pinched-faced in the eerie green hue of the night vision goggles, the blood on her cheek looking greenish-black. He whistled out a soft, tiny signal, and she looked his way, responding with a hand signal.
He slipped in the small, sheltered glen, and quickly ran his gaze over the people crowded there.
Parrish looked shellshocked and sick, dirt smeared across one cheek, clutching Rodney’s backpack to his chest in unconscious misery. It looked like some of his fingers might be broken, but the way he was hugging his boss’s pack made he clear he didn’t feel it.
Bernstein had that hard and dangerous look Lorne had seen on many a soldier’s face, when one of their own was threatened. Bernie liked Rodney, found his ranting and technobabble amusing, and didn’t mind fetching and carrying for their chief scientist. The marine had caught a knife-tip across the shoulder, but the wound was shallow and had quickly stopped bleeding, and didn’t comprise his range of movement.
Cadman had gone back to sentry duty, but the tense set of her shoulders and the way she was clutching her P-90 boded ill for the natives.
Teyla looked…incredibly pissed off. The Athosian woman normally radiated an aura of serene calm, but that had vanished with the threat to her friend.
And Teyla had been nearest to Rodney; the one to get the best view, Lorne remembered, when Rodney had gone down under a pile of natives. None of them had been close enough to help him.
Nick had to close his eyes and breathe deep when his traitorous mind flashed the memory of the smaller end of an alien club slamming into Rodney’s head with a sickening thud, cutting off his breathless, panicked scream in mid-cry, the way Rodney had dropped, boneless and still. The way the natives had swarmed Rodney, others blocking the rest of the team from reaching Rodney as his limp form had been dragged away.
He had to swallow down nausea, remembering that abruptly ended cry – he was sure it had been his name Rodney had yelled.
Why the hell had they gone after Rodney, anyway?! It wasn’t the ATA Gene, because Nick had that naturally, and they’d ignored him, except to stop him from helping Rodney. The natives had gone after Rodney alone, melting away and leaving the rest of them, bloodied and bruised but nothing more, when they had the astrophysicist in their grasp.
The Cadbury’s Dairy Milk bar in his vest seemed inordinately heavy at the moment. He’d brought the Canadian chocolate bar to slip into Rodney’s pack when the mission was done, and they were heading back. Or to slip to him if figuring out the tech had been frustrating or difficult.
Now he didn’t know if he’d ever get to sneak him a gift again; he had such a pile of treats for him, in a box under his bed.
He didn’t even know if Rodney was still alive.
And that was something Nicholas Lorne wasn’t sure he could survive.
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