January 1st challenge: New Year's Eve
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slashing_lorneTitle: Lorne's Traditions of New Year's Eves
Pairing: lorne/sheppard
Rating: General Audiences
Summary: Lorne reflects on New Year's Eve come and gone
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Stargate Atlantis is not my sandbox, I'm just playing here…
HAPPY NEW YEAR'S!!
~
It wasn’t the worst one he'd ever had.
He'd spent one New Year's Eve in the mud of a South American country under the deluge of a three day rain. MRE's had been the culinarian delight of choice and the water in his canteen had been "sanitized" with the standard issue chlorine tablet that ensured the only gastronomical distress came from the aftertaste and not a variety of microscopic bacterium dining on his insides.
Which actually hadn't been as bad as when he spent the stroke of midnight in the women's bathroom at Captain Tony's in Key West holding his blind date's hair out of the toilet. The poor girl attempted to empty every item she'd ever consumed in the space of about twenty minutes. He still had the great T-shirt he'd bought to replace the one she'd puked on on the repeated occasion when she'd missed the john. He'd seen her home, because he was like that, and spent the drive back to Arizona explaining to his college roommate all the reasons why the match-up had been a bad idea, not the least of which was the girl had been the wrong gender. His roommate had taken it pretty well, all things considering, although Evan'd been pretty sure he'd bought a bus ticket at the next gas station had he not spent his entire allowance for the next three months in Captain Tony's saloon. The roommate recovered and they'd roomed together for another quarter before the guy had pledged a fraternity and moved out. His next roommate had been a lot more accommodating and far less inclined to set him up with random females picked up in bars.
Then there was the New Year's he'd spent with the Unas. It wasn't the Terran New Year, but the Unas celebrated the turning of the dates like Earth humans did - although that's where the similarities ended. Unas traditional New Year's consisted of a three day fast during which they shunned bathing and grooming, sitting around in super-heated tents sweating out the sins and transgressions of the past year until the stroke of midnight when they plunged in the icy waters of the nearest body of running water.
So, when he'd found himself in a small enclosure in the center of a nondescript village on an unnamed planet, he wasn't overly bent about it. He was dry, if not necessarily warm, and, while he was a long way from comfortable, things could be worse - he could be back in Captain Tony's. At least here Sheppard and company had arrived to negotiate his rescue and no one was throwing up on him. A total bonus was that there hadn't been any mention of marrying him off to the short girl with mousy hair in the last hour or so - not since she'd brought over some stew and really stale bread. Not that he was complaining - it was the first food he'd seen since they locked him up. So, yeah, things were looking pretty good from where he sat. And he had absolute faith that Sheppard would have him talked out of here in no time flat - worse case scenario, he was pretty sure Shep would trade McKay for him.
Pairing: lorne/sheppard
Rating: General Audiences
Summary: Lorne reflects on New Year's Eve come and gone
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: Stargate Atlantis is not my sandbox, I'm just playing here…
HAPPY NEW YEAR'S!!
~
It wasn’t the worst one he'd ever had.
He'd spent one New Year's Eve in the mud of a South American country under the deluge of a three day rain. MRE's had been the culinarian delight of choice and the water in his canteen had been "sanitized" with the standard issue chlorine tablet that ensured the only gastronomical distress came from the aftertaste and not a variety of microscopic bacterium dining on his insides.
Which actually hadn't been as bad as when he spent the stroke of midnight in the women's bathroom at Captain Tony's in Key West holding his blind date's hair out of the toilet. The poor girl attempted to empty every item she'd ever consumed in the space of about twenty minutes. He still had the great T-shirt he'd bought to replace the one she'd puked on on the repeated occasion when she'd missed the john. He'd seen her home, because he was like that, and spent the drive back to Arizona explaining to his college roommate all the reasons why the match-up had been a bad idea, not the least of which was the girl had been the wrong gender. His roommate had taken it pretty well, all things considering, although Evan'd been pretty sure he'd bought a bus ticket at the next gas station had he not spent his entire allowance for the next three months in Captain Tony's saloon. The roommate recovered and they'd roomed together for another quarter before the guy had pledged a fraternity and moved out. His next roommate had been a lot more accommodating and far less inclined to set him up with random females picked up in bars.
Then there was the New Year's he'd spent with the Unas. It wasn't the Terran New Year, but the Unas celebrated the turning of the dates like Earth humans did - although that's where the similarities ended. Unas traditional New Year's consisted of a three day fast during which they shunned bathing and grooming, sitting around in super-heated tents sweating out the sins and transgressions of the past year until the stroke of midnight when they plunged in the icy waters of the nearest body of running water.
So, when he'd found himself in a small enclosure in the center of a nondescript village on an unnamed planet, he wasn't overly bent about it. He was dry, if not necessarily warm, and, while he was a long way from comfortable, things could be worse - he could be back in Captain Tony's. At least here Sheppard and company had arrived to negotiate his rescue and no one was throwing up on him. A total bonus was that there hadn't been any mention of marrying him off to the short girl with mousy hair in the last hour or so - not since she'd brought over some stew and really stale bread. Not that he was complaining - it was the first food he'd seen since they locked him up. So, yeah, things were looking pretty good from where he sat. And he had absolute faith that Sheppard would have him talked out of here in no time flat - worse case scenario, he was pretty sure Shep would trade McKay for him.
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Date: 2007-01-01 06:33 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-01 02:23 pm (UTC)Happy New Year to you!
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Date: 2007-01-03 05:19 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-01 06:50 am (UTC)Aww, I loved this-- so v. Lorne with the dry humor, and the putting-things-in-perspective. Shep would be most, er, displeased were his favorite neighborhood
sex bunnyMajor married to some random chick on some random planet. I don't blame her for wanting to keep him, though.no subject
Date: 2007-01-01 02:26 pm (UTC)Glad you liked it!
Happy New Years to you and what have you been doing lately? How's things in sarspasm land?
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Date: 2007-01-01 11:34 am (UTC)By the wa, did you get my e-mail with the L/S story?
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Date: 2007-01-01 02:27 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-02 06:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2007-01-02 09:39 pm (UTC)