Homesick (PG)
Mar. 3rd, 2007 08:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
skidmo_ficI've fallen extremely behind on the episodes challenge, and, in light of my having not skipped any episodes along the way, I've decided to just go ahead and skip the next four and just post this one for "Return, pt. 1."
I feel like such a slacker.
On the bright side, though, I was inspired by a man at the grocery store this evening to write the beginning of my Bates post-Atlantis story.
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Title: Homesick
Rating: PG
Pairing: None
Spoilers: Return pt. 1, Lost Boys, The Hive, Coup d’Etat
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me...sadly
Feedback: yes, please.
Summary: Lorne wants to go home
Author’s Notes: written for the![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
gatecreation episodes challenge.
Lorne tossed his jacket into his locker. His locker. The same one he’d had when he’d started at the SGC. He didn’t know how they’d managed it, but he suspected that Col. Edwards had had something to do with it. Just one more little thing to welcome him home.
Only, it wasn’t home anymore.
He couldn’t figure out for certain when he’d begun to think of Atlantis as home. It was sometime after Sheppard’s team had been captured by Ford and sometime before he and his men had been captured by the Genii. He knew because when he’d heard about Ford and the enzyme, he remembered thinking, “Shit like this never happened back home.” And when he’d come back after everyone thought he was dead, he’d thought, “It feels good to be home again.”
Now he was thinking how nice it would be to go home again. Home where technology lit up for him without hesitation. Home where everyone in the city had saved everyone else’s life at least once (or so it seemed). Home where life-sucking aliens posed a more imminent danger than would-be gods. His team thought he was crazy when he talked fondly of Atlantis. They couldn’t imagine leaving Earth behind, traveling to another galaxy, taking orders from a civilian.
Lorne wasn’t sure he could remember how not to.
He’d just come back from P4X-294, where he’d watched as men, women and children had succumbed to the prior’s plague before they finally gave in and accepted Origin, when Sheppard, Weir, McKay and Beckett (of all people) had stolen the puddlejumper and run off to save Atlantis one more time. He tried to convey the proper amounts of respect for General Landry and disappointment in Sheppard’s judgment when the General had called him in to apprise him of the situation, and he hoped he had fooled him, though he was fairly certain Landry was smarter than that.
Inside, he was praying to whatever god would listen, goa’uld, Ori or heretofore undiscovered alien superpowers not excluded, that Sheppard’s karma would hold out for one last impossible feat.
Because right now, he just really, really wanted to go home.
fin
I feel like such a slacker.
On the bright side, though, I was inspired by a man at the grocery store this evening to write the beginning of my Bates post-Atlantis story.
***
Title: Homesick
Rating: PG
Pairing: None
Spoilers: Return pt. 1, Lost Boys, The Hive, Coup d’Etat
Disclaimer: None of these characters belong to me...sadly
Feedback: yes, please.
Summary: Lorne wants to go home
Author’s Notes: written for the
gatecreation episodes challenge.Lorne tossed his jacket into his locker. His locker. The same one he’d had when he’d started at the SGC. He didn’t know how they’d managed it, but he suspected that Col. Edwards had had something to do with it. Just one more little thing to welcome him home.
Only, it wasn’t home anymore.
He couldn’t figure out for certain when he’d begun to think of Atlantis as home. It was sometime after Sheppard’s team had been captured by Ford and sometime before he and his men had been captured by the Genii. He knew because when he’d heard about Ford and the enzyme, he remembered thinking, “Shit like this never happened back home.” And when he’d come back after everyone thought he was dead, he’d thought, “It feels good to be home again.”
Now he was thinking how nice it would be to go home again. Home where technology lit up for him without hesitation. Home where everyone in the city had saved everyone else’s life at least once (or so it seemed). Home where life-sucking aliens posed a more imminent danger than would-be gods. His team thought he was crazy when he talked fondly of Atlantis. They couldn’t imagine leaving Earth behind, traveling to another galaxy, taking orders from a civilian.
Lorne wasn’t sure he could remember how not to.
He’d just come back from P4X-294, where he’d watched as men, women and children had succumbed to the prior’s plague before they finally gave in and accepted Origin, when Sheppard, Weir, McKay and Beckett (of all people) had stolen the puddlejumper and run off to save Atlantis one more time. He tried to convey the proper amounts of respect for General Landry and disappointment in Sheppard’s judgment when the General had called him in to apprise him of the situation, and he hoped he had fooled him, though he was fairly certain Landry was smarter than that.
Inside, he was praying to whatever god would listen, goa’uld, Ori or heretofore undiscovered alien superpowers not excluded, that Sheppard’s karma would hold out for one last impossible feat.
Because right now, he just really, really wanted to go home.
fin
