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skidmo_fic) wrote2007-02-10 06:48 pm
skidmo_fic) wrote2007-02-10 06:48 pm
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Phase Two (PG)
Title: Phase Two
Rating: PG (for mild language and implications of naughtiness)
Pairing: Zelenka/Lorne
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me...sadly
Feedback: yes, please.
Summary: Lorne conducts an experiment.
Author’s Notes: written for the slashing_lorne February challenge, prompt: first time. I absolutely cannot write haikus, so you get this instead.
So far, phase two was a bust.
This was probably because Lorne hadn’t had any firm plans in mind when he began this phase. He’d started speaking to the Czech, whose name, Lorne had finally discovered, was Dr.Zelenka, every time he showed up somewhere odd like, say, storage room G while Lorne was conducting inventory on combat boots for off-world teams, but while Zelenka was certainly friendly and polite, he always found some urgent reason to take off the second Lorne started a conversation.
It was confusing the hell out of him.
After the fifteenth (and yes, Lorne had been counting) failed attempt to find out why Zelenka was following him, Lorne decided to turn the tables on the other man. He started showing up in the labs whenever he knew Zelenka would be there. He purposefully avoided the mess until he knew the scientist was already there, taking special delight in showing up when Zelenka ended up taking an extremely late dinner, though Lorne began to question the wisdom of this particular move after his third night of putting off eating until 2300 because Zelenka had been too absorbed in some project to realize that he’d missed dinner.
This didn’t seem to be helping either. Beyond a friendly “hello” and a smile, Zelenka never acknowledged his presence, and if he thought it was odd that Lorne kept showing up, say, in the infirmary when Zelenka was recalibrating the Ancient scanner for Dr. Beckett, he did a better job of hiding it than Lorne was sure he had done.
At first, Lorne wasn’t sure why his inability to spend any time with the scientist bothered him. He wasn’t so modest that he was unwilling to admit that he had other options for companionship, from either gender if he were so inclined. And really, the small man with his frizzy hair and perpetual need to push up his glasses wasn’t winning any beauty competitions. But there was something about him.
Lorne had never been able to get any time with him one on one, but as the respective 2ICs for the science and military contingents, they had several occasions to spend time together in groups. Aside from the weekly command meetings, they were often assigned off-world together, and Lorne was nearly always the airman given the task of herding scientists around Atlantis when they went to explore various labs in unused portions of the city. All in all, Lorne figured he knew the man pretty well. He had wicked sense of humor, and he was just about the only scientist there who wasn’t afraid to put McKay in his place any time he could. After the unfortunate incident in which Lorne had walked in on his then-boyfriend and his CO in a compromising position, anyone willing to bitch back at McKay was worthwhile in his book.
He had to admit that the man intrigued him. And Lorne had been known to be an extremely curious man. He wanted to find out what made Zelenka tick. Why was he so interested in Lorne? Why was he so keen to avoid him when he had so clearly gone out of his way to follow him?
It was sheer frustration that caused him to give up on the whole idea of planning.
On the night in question, he’d been waiting for Zelenka to finally heed the call of his stomach and abandon his lab for the evening in favor of the mess. It was already 2200, and Lorne was tired of putting of his dinner. He went to the mess and picked up a couple of sandwiches, two bottles of water and a couple of chocolate puddings. His loot in hand, he marched his way down to the labs.
“Here ya go, Doc,” he said, plunking down half his rations in front of Zelenka.
The doctor blinked up at him. “I’m sorry?”
“You don’t seem to be in any rush to leave your work tonight, so I thought I’d bring you some dinner.”
“Er...thank you, Major.”
This was more like it.
Lorne pulled up an nearby chair and plopped himself into it, tearing open the packaging on his sandwich with relish. “No problem, Doc.”
They ate in silence, only occasionally glancing over at each other, Zelenka in confusion, Lorne in amusement.
As they both finished off the last of their puddings, Lorne took a swig of his water and asked, “So what’s the deal?”
“The deal?”
“Yeah, the deal.”
“I do not know what you are talking about, Major.”
Lorne rolled his eyes. “Look, Doc, I’m an airman, not a moron. I know you’ve been following me. I want to know why.”
Zelenka looked innocent, “If I were following you, I would think the reason would be plain enough.”
“Yeah, I thought so too. Only, every time I try to talk to you, you run off somewhere.”
The look on Zelenka’s face now could hardly be classified as innocent. “I’m not running now.”
Lorne smiled, the smile that had charmed the pants of more women than even he knew. “No, you’re not, are you? And it’s a good thing too, because I was getting damn tired of waiting.”
Taking a quick glance around the lab to ensure that they were alone, Lorne stood up, grabbed Zelenka by the lapels of his lab coat and hauled him to his feet.
“Major?” Zelenka asked, looking slightly frightened.
“I shoulda done this a long time ago,” was the only answer he received before Lorne swooped in for a kiss.
It was harsh and bruising, completely lacking in finesse. Their noses bumped and there was a painful clash of teeth. Both men were breathing hard when they finally broke apart.
They stared at each other for a moment, and only the worried look on Lorne’s face caused Zelenka to say, “Yes, Major, you should have.”
Lorne grinned in response.
“Perhaps, Major, we ought to take this conversation somewhere more appropriate.”
“Couldn’t agree more, Doc. Your place or mine?”
Zelenka was already pulling him towards the door when he said, “Whichever is closest.”
***
And as my poor attempt at encompassing a first time in a haiku:
Tangled limbs lay still.
The night stretched out before them.
A beautiful start.
See, I told you I couldn't write haikus.
Continue
Links to the rest of this series can be found here
Rating: PG (for mild language and implications of naughtiness)
Pairing: Zelenka/Lorne
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me...sadly
Feedback: yes, please.
Summary: Lorne conducts an experiment.
Author’s Notes: written for the slashing_lorne February challenge, prompt: first time. I absolutely cannot write haikus, so you get this instead.
So far, phase two was a bust.
This was probably because Lorne hadn’t had any firm plans in mind when he began this phase. He’d started speaking to the Czech, whose name, Lorne had finally discovered, was Dr.Zelenka, every time he showed up somewhere odd like, say, storage room G while Lorne was conducting inventory on combat boots for off-world teams, but while Zelenka was certainly friendly and polite, he always found some urgent reason to take off the second Lorne started a conversation.
It was confusing the hell out of him.
After the fifteenth (and yes, Lorne had been counting) failed attempt to find out why Zelenka was following him, Lorne decided to turn the tables on the other man. He started showing up in the labs whenever he knew Zelenka would be there. He purposefully avoided the mess until he knew the scientist was already there, taking special delight in showing up when Zelenka ended up taking an extremely late dinner, though Lorne began to question the wisdom of this particular move after his third night of putting off eating until 2300 because Zelenka had been too absorbed in some project to realize that he’d missed dinner.
This didn’t seem to be helping either. Beyond a friendly “hello” and a smile, Zelenka never acknowledged his presence, and if he thought it was odd that Lorne kept showing up, say, in the infirmary when Zelenka was recalibrating the Ancient scanner for Dr. Beckett, he did a better job of hiding it than Lorne was sure he had done.
At first, Lorne wasn’t sure why his inability to spend any time with the scientist bothered him. He wasn’t so modest that he was unwilling to admit that he had other options for companionship, from either gender if he were so inclined. And really, the small man with his frizzy hair and perpetual need to push up his glasses wasn’t winning any beauty competitions. But there was something about him.
Lorne had never been able to get any time with him one on one, but as the respective 2ICs for the science and military contingents, they had several occasions to spend time together in groups. Aside from the weekly command meetings, they were often assigned off-world together, and Lorne was nearly always the airman given the task of herding scientists around Atlantis when they went to explore various labs in unused portions of the city. All in all, Lorne figured he knew the man pretty well. He had wicked sense of humor, and he was just about the only scientist there who wasn’t afraid to put McKay in his place any time he could. After the unfortunate incident in which Lorne had walked in on his then-boyfriend and his CO in a compromising position, anyone willing to bitch back at McKay was worthwhile in his book.
He had to admit that the man intrigued him. And Lorne had been known to be an extremely curious man. He wanted to find out what made Zelenka tick. Why was he so interested in Lorne? Why was he so keen to avoid him when he had so clearly gone out of his way to follow him?
It was sheer frustration that caused him to give up on the whole idea of planning.
On the night in question, he’d been waiting for Zelenka to finally heed the call of his stomach and abandon his lab for the evening in favor of the mess. It was already 2200, and Lorne was tired of putting of his dinner. He went to the mess and picked up a couple of sandwiches, two bottles of water and a couple of chocolate puddings. His loot in hand, he marched his way down to the labs.
“Here ya go, Doc,” he said, plunking down half his rations in front of Zelenka.
The doctor blinked up at him. “I’m sorry?”
“You don’t seem to be in any rush to leave your work tonight, so I thought I’d bring you some dinner.”
“Er...thank you, Major.”
This was more like it.
Lorne pulled up an nearby chair and plopped himself into it, tearing open the packaging on his sandwich with relish. “No problem, Doc.”
They ate in silence, only occasionally glancing over at each other, Zelenka in confusion, Lorne in amusement.
As they both finished off the last of their puddings, Lorne took a swig of his water and asked, “So what’s the deal?”
“The deal?”
“Yeah, the deal.”
“I do not know what you are talking about, Major.”
Lorne rolled his eyes. “Look, Doc, I’m an airman, not a moron. I know you’ve been following me. I want to know why.”
Zelenka looked innocent, “If I were following you, I would think the reason would be plain enough.”
“Yeah, I thought so too. Only, every time I try to talk to you, you run off somewhere.”
The look on Zelenka’s face now could hardly be classified as innocent. “I’m not running now.”
Lorne smiled, the smile that had charmed the pants of more women than even he knew. “No, you’re not, are you? And it’s a good thing too, because I was getting damn tired of waiting.”
Taking a quick glance around the lab to ensure that they were alone, Lorne stood up, grabbed Zelenka by the lapels of his lab coat and hauled him to his feet.
“Major?” Zelenka asked, looking slightly frightened.
“I shoulda done this a long time ago,” was the only answer he received before Lorne swooped in for a kiss.
It was harsh and bruising, completely lacking in finesse. Their noses bumped and there was a painful clash of teeth. Both men were breathing hard when they finally broke apart.
They stared at each other for a moment, and only the worried look on Lorne’s face caused Zelenka to say, “Yes, Major, you should have.”
Lorne grinned in response.
“Perhaps, Major, we ought to take this conversation somewhere more appropriate.”
“Couldn’t agree more, Doc. Your place or mine?”
Zelenka was already pulling him towards the door when he said, “Whichever is closest.”
***
And as my poor attempt at encompassing a first time in a haiku:
Tangled limbs lay still.
The night stretched out before them.
A beautiful start.
See, I told you I couldn't write haikus.
Continue
Links to the rest of this series can be found here