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[skidmo_fic]

All right, I promised a game for having 50 people watching the fic journal, so here's one I stole from misslucyjane:

28 flavors of Evan Lorne.

The rules:

You claim one prompt, I write a ficlet. Feel free to specify a pairing (canon or crossover!) you'd like to see, and I'll do the best I can to fulfill it.



1. naughty
2. happy
3. childlike
4. smudged and somewhat rumpled
5. angsty
6. horny
7. impetuous
8. excited
9. book-reading
10. dancing
11. jealous
12. captured
13. tied-up
14. kidnapped
15. caring
16. on his knees
17. obedient
18. losing his cherry claimed
19. shagged out
20. shocked
21. drunken
22. daring claimed
23. exploring
24. swimming in the buff
25. bath time
26. heterosexual
27. doing his best for interspecies relations
28. injured claimed

Comments

Smudged and somewhat rumpled

[skidmo-fic.livejournal.com]

“Look, would you just tell Parrish to keep his plants out of the physics labs already?”

Rodney tends to start talking about twenty feet before he actually reaches the door to Lorne’s office. It should probably be annoying, only Lorne likes to imagine that Rodney does this even when Lorne isn’t in his office, and he’s just talking to himself as he walks down the corridor.

There’s also the fact that it gives him the chance to…oh, say…startle awake and at least attempt to pretend he wasn’t sleeping at his desk. So when McKay rounds the corner into his office, Lorne is sitting up straight, signing his last requisition form.

Only, his hair is sticking straight up all along one side, there’s an imprint of his watch on his cheek and a smudge of black ink over his eyebrow, and his shirt is half-untucked where he twisted during his nap.

“Simpson is horribly allergic to his space gerani…” Rodney’s lips stop moving mid-sentence when he sees Lorne and he scowls.

“You haven’t been to bed.”

“Yes, I have,” Lorne says. “I just…got up early to finish some paperwork.”

“No,” Rodney says firmly, sounding rather annoyed. “You haven’t. Get up.” He steps behind Lorne’s desk and grabs his elbow, pulling him out of his chair.

“Rodney, I’m fine. I’ll go to bed early tonight, I promise.”

Rodney keeps pulling him towards the door. “You’ll go now. I’m taking you to your quarters and making sure you don’t leave until you’ve had some sleep.”

Lorne sighs and lets Rodney tug him down the hallway towards a transporter. “You just want to get me into bed,” he says with a smirk.

Rodney pushes him into the transporter and touches the screen for the living area.

“Yep.”

Re: Smudged and somewhat rumpled

[ana-grrl.livejournal.com]

Hee! Awesome! I love it. And this bit makes me happy:

only Lorne likes to imagine that Rodney does this even when Lorne isn’t in his office, and he’s just talking to himself as he walks down the corridor.

because I love that there's this little bit of amusing snark in the relationship - it seems very real. And the mental image of Lorne post-desk!nap is great.

“Look, would you just tell Parrish to keep his plants out of the physics labs already?”

I misread this at first as 'pants' instead of 'plants' which gives it an amusing twist *g*

Thank you! :D :D

Re: Smudged and somewhat rumpled

[skidmo-fic.livejournal.com]

You're welcome. Glad you liked it.

It wouldn't be Lorne or Rodney if there wasn't snark. :)


Heh. Parrish is always leaving his pants in the lab!

Re: Smudged and somewhat rumpled

[ana-grrl.livejournal.com]

Parrish is always leaving his pants in the lab!

It's really starting to freak everyone out!