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All Our Yesterdays (G)
Title: All Our Yesterdays
Rating: G
Pairing: Lorne/Zelenka
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me...sadly
Feedback: yes, please.
Summary: It’s been 25 years, and Lorne looks back at what they’ve been through.
Author’s Notes: written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slashing_lorne February challenge, prompt: Old Love. Title comes from That Scottish Play by Shakespeare. Yes, I’ve taken it terribly out of context.
Evan looked across the table at his husband, marveling at the dignified beauty that had not diminished one ounce in the 25 years they’d been together. Radek was as handsome today as he had been the day Evan had brought him dinner in the labs and begun this whole relationship.
He had changed, of course. Time was a harsh mistress, and she was perhaps even harsher to those in Atlantis, faced, as they had been, with the necessity of constant vigilance against the Wraith. It had been many years since the infighting and civil war amongst the Wraith had decimated their ranks so that they now posed more of a nuisance than a threat, but they all still held scars from the days when the threat of Wraith attack was ever present. Even Radek, who rarely went off-world, bore the marks of that time.
Radek was smiling at him, and he reached across the table to take Radek’s hand, brushing his thumb across the jagged scar that bisected the calloused hand. Bringing it to his lips, Evan gently kissed it, remembering the accident that had caused it, and his fear for Radek’s safety before Carson assured him that the wound looked much worse than it actually was and Radek had not lost enough blood to be concerned about.
So much had changed since then. They’d been abandoned by Earth when the battle against the Ori required valuable resources that could no longer be spared for its outlying colony on Atlantis. Since the Wraith threat was so much diminished, the Daedelus had made one final trip back to Pegasus to retrieve anyone who wanted to return to Earth. Only seven people went back. At first, the SGC had tried to order the military contingent to abandon the base, but Sheppard and Dr. Weir had made it perfectly clear that no one was to be forced to leave. They had all come of their own volition, and they would all be given the choice to remain.
There had been a moment, a horrifying moment, when Evan had thought he would be taken back against his will, that Radek might be forced to make a choice between him and Atlantis. He honestly hadn’t known what he would choose if their positions were reversed. He only knew that if he did end up going back, it would be to face a court-martial, because there was no way he was going without Radek. His mother had died the year before, and he knew he wouldn’t last long if he had to give up both husband and home.
All that was behind them now, and they had since settled into happy domesticity, punctuated here and there with brief fights (nothing ever so bad as their first again) and not-so-brief making up. Soon others had followed their example, and they became the requisite comedic uncles to the children that showed up a few years after they were left on their own.
It had been difficult at first, relearning how to survive on their own. They’d had to re-establish trade relationships that had been allowed to wane with the regularity of shipments from Earth. Evan had gone off-world more often, though the risk was not nearly as high now he was visiting primarily agricultural settlements. Radek never let him forget the time he’d been forced to “marry” the high priestess on P9X-293. As it happened, she had quite a few other “husbands” and was only too happy to let Evan return after a few days.
When the children born after the Separation were old enough to be conscripted into Atlantis’ military, Evan had supervised their training and retired shortly after he saw his third class graduate. Radek still tinkered in the labs, but he and McKay had largely turned over their functions to the next generation.
It wasn’t how Evan had pictured his retirement when he first joined the Force, but looking back at everything they’d been through, he knew he wouldn’t trade it for anything.
He rose from his seat, the tightness in his muscles reminding him that he was no longer a young man, and pulled Radek to his feet. Pulling his husband in for a gentle embrace, he whispered into Radek’s hair, “Happy Anniversary, milacku.”
Continue
Links to the rest of this series can be found here.
Rating: G
Pairing: Lorne/Zelenka
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me...sadly
Feedback: yes, please.
Summary: It’s been 25 years, and Lorne looks back at what they’ve been through.
Author’s Notes: written for the
slashing_lorne February challenge, prompt: Old Love. Title comes from That Scottish Play by Shakespeare. Yes, I’ve taken it terribly out of context.Evan looked across the table at his husband, marveling at the dignified beauty that had not diminished one ounce in the 25 years they’d been together. Radek was as handsome today as he had been the day Evan had brought him dinner in the labs and begun this whole relationship.
He had changed, of course. Time was a harsh mistress, and she was perhaps even harsher to those in Atlantis, faced, as they had been, with the necessity of constant vigilance against the Wraith. It had been many years since the infighting and civil war amongst the Wraith had decimated their ranks so that they now posed more of a nuisance than a threat, but they all still held scars from the days when the threat of Wraith attack was ever present. Even Radek, who rarely went off-world, bore the marks of that time.
Radek was smiling at him, and he reached across the table to take Radek’s hand, brushing his thumb across the jagged scar that bisected the calloused hand. Bringing it to his lips, Evan gently kissed it, remembering the accident that had caused it, and his fear for Radek’s safety before Carson assured him that the wound looked much worse than it actually was and Radek had not lost enough blood to be concerned about.
So much had changed since then. They’d been abandoned by Earth when the battle against the Ori required valuable resources that could no longer be spared for its outlying colony on Atlantis. Since the Wraith threat was so much diminished, the Daedelus had made one final trip back to Pegasus to retrieve anyone who wanted to return to Earth. Only seven people went back. At first, the SGC had tried to order the military contingent to abandon the base, but Sheppard and Dr. Weir had made it perfectly clear that no one was to be forced to leave. They had all come of their own volition, and they would all be given the choice to remain.
There had been a moment, a horrifying moment, when Evan had thought he would be taken back against his will, that Radek might be forced to make a choice between him and Atlantis. He honestly hadn’t known what he would choose if their positions were reversed. He only knew that if he did end up going back, it would be to face a court-martial, because there was no way he was going without Radek. His mother had died the year before, and he knew he wouldn’t last long if he had to give up both husband and home.
All that was behind them now, and they had since settled into happy domesticity, punctuated here and there with brief fights (nothing ever so bad as their first again) and not-so-brief making up. Soon others had followed their example, and they became the requisite comedic uncles to the children that showed up a few years after they were left on their own.
It had been difficult at first, relearning how to survive on their own. They’d had to re-establish trade relationships that had been allowed to wane with the regularity of shipments from Earth. Evan had gone off-world more often, though the risk was not nearly as high now he was visiting primarily agricultural settlements. Radek never let him forget the time he’d been forced to “marry” the high priestess on P9X-293. As it happened, she had quite a few other “husbands” and was only too happy to let Evan return after a few days.
When the children born after the Separation were old enough to be conscripted into Atlantis’ military, Evan had supervised their training and retired shortly after he saw his third class graduate. Radek still tinkered in the labs, but he and McKay had largely turned over their functions to the next generation.
It wasn’t how Evan had pictured his retirement when he first joined the Force, but looking back at everything they’d been through, he knew he wouldn’t trade it for anything.
He rose from his seat, the tightness in his muscles reminding him that he was no longer a young man, and pulled Radek to his feet. Pulling his husband in for a gentle embrace, he whispered into Radek’s hair, “Happy Anniversary, milacku.”
Continue
Links to the rest of this series can be found here.