How I Feel
Mar. 1st, 2012 11:13 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
rinkacTitle: How I Feel
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Lorne, Parrish, Beckett
Pairing: Lorne/Parrish
Rating: PG
Orientation: Slash
Word Count: 1,427
Prompt: for AC Bingo Fill: "Major Support"
It took Lorne a while to figure out where it had started. Tracking his steps back for the day finally brought him to the science labs, and he figured out it had been the ball-like device he had picked up and tossed in his hands while he waited for Parrish to collect the gear he need for their mission.
Frowning, Parrish had snatched it out of his hands and put it back in the box on the worktable. Neither of them noticed that the device had been activated. They only noticed the effects later.
When Parrish was collecting samples on the planet, he was suddenly struck with a blinding headache, one that knocked him off his feet, literally. He had been crouched beside a plant, and woke lying in the dirt. His head hurt, a lot. He closed his eyes and found himself having a waking dream of sorts. Images flashed in his mind, memories not his own assailed him. He also felt the emotions associated with the memories.
“Doc? Doctor Parrish, what happened?” Major Lorne’s hands were on him, checking him over for injuries.
“I don’t know, “he mumbled. “Something weird. Like a dream, but not a dream, more like memories.”
Helping him sit up, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, Lorne asked, “What kind of memories? Stuff you forgot?”
“No. At least, I don’t think so. This was like watching a movie, seeing things through someone else’s eyes. Damn, my head hurts.”
“I’m going to call this mission a wash, we’re going home,” Lorne said, lifting David to his feet. “You don’t look so good, Doc, I’m worried about you.” As they walked back to the Gate, Lorne practically carried David.
Another flash hit him just before they went through. Parrish reached out and grabbed hold of Lorne’s forearms, clinging tightly to him as another wave of images washed over him. He had flashes of a schoolyard, sports, Christmas morning, a laughing woman doing macramé, and boot camp. David had never been, but he knew without a doubt that those were memories of boot camp.
When it was over, he sagged. He would have fallen if Lorne had not been supporting him. David met his eyes and he became certain of another fact. “Oh, my God. Your memories, I think these are your memories, Major. Did your mother do macramé? Did you get a GI Joe Snake Eyes in your stocking one Christmas? Did you twist your ankle on the obstacle course at boot camp?”
As he asked each question, Lorne’s expression changed to shock, his complexion going ashen. “Yeah, to all of that. We need to get you back to the infirmary, Doc.”
Before they reached the infirmary, David bent double as he was hit with another set of images and emotions. This time it was different, everything he saw was associated with Atlantis. He felt Lorne’s delight and love for the puddlejumpers. Felt his wonderment at sitting in the chair and making the city respond to his commands. He was amused at Lorne’s irritation with Sheppard’s constant dumping of paperwork on Lorne’s desk.
What shocked him was the sequence about himself. He saw himself through Lorne’s eyes, on missions with the team, working in the greenhouse, at meals in the mess hall. He remembered a lot of the instances, what was surprising to him were the emotions that went with it. He looked up at Lorne, catching his eyes. The major held the look for a few moments and then blushed and looked away.
“Infirmary, Doc,” Lorne said, taking his elbow as David straightened up and started forward again.
Major Lorne was in love with him. There was no mistaking the emotions that had gone with the visions. David’s head was pounding with pain, but his heart was soaring with joy. If it hadn’t been for this, he would have gone on without knowing. Lorne was very, very good at hiding things, it seemed. All this time working together and David hadn’t a clue that his crush was reciprocated.
The doctor was confounded by the situation, and ordered Lorne to retrace his steps. He returned to the infirmary with the ball from the lab, which was glowing slightly in his hand. He gave Parrish an apologetic look, and rubbed the back of his neck. “I think this might be the culprit. It was on when I went down there. It hadn’t been on when I was playing with it this morning.”
“Did you touch the device as well, Doctor Parrish?” Beckett asked, eyeing the ball with distrust.
“Yeah, I took it away from him and put it back in the box. I didn’t notice it working either.” Another wave of pain warned him that another batch of memories was about to come. “Ow. It’s happening again,” he warned, wrapping his hands around his middle and hunching over on the gurney.
“Shut the bloody thing off, Major.”
Lorne blushed. “Right, yeah. Okay, it’s off.”
The pain subsided, but not before David got another view of himself and was slammed with Lorne’s feelings for him. He felt Lorne’s arm around his shoulders, holding him up when he would have slumped over. “I’m okay, thanks, Major.”
“No problem Doc, it was my fault, after all.” Lorne was rubbing David’s back. He wondered if the Major was aware of it. It felt nice, he felt like someone cared for him. It had been a very long time since he had felt that way.
Doctor Beckett gave him a shot. “That should help with the residual headache. I’ll let you go in a little while. Will you stay with him for a bit, Major?”
“Of course. Why don’t you lie back and get comfortable?” Lorne said as Beckett wandered off.
Shaking his head in refusal, David said, “I’d prefer it if you kept rubbing my back. Maybe get my neck?”
“Sure. I can do that.” Lorne had strong fingers, and he knew how to properly massage a neck. David let out a long, low groan as Lorne’s fingers worked out a knot. “Okay, Doc, you have to stop doing that.”
“What?” David groaned again.
“The almost sex noises, you’re giving me wrong ideas here, Doc.”
Looking up at Lorne, David gave a shrug. “Maybe they aren’t so wrong. Stop calling me Doc, my name is David. Call me David, Major.”
The fingers had paused in the massage. “Only if you call me Evan.”
“Deal.” David crooked a finger at him and he leaned in. Taking matters into his own hands, so to speak, David reached up and clasped the sides of Evan’s face, pulling him closer. He pressed their lips together, kissing him firmly.
Lorne went completely still with shock at first, then sighed and returned the kiss. When David released him, Evan looked into his eyes. “I guess my secret is out, huh?”
“So out. So very, very out,” David agreed. “Will you help me back to my quarters? I don’t want to stay here. We can continue this discussion more privately.”
“Sure. I’ll walk you home. You want to sneak out or you want me to go get Beckett?”
David grinned. “Let’s be sneaky.” He slid off the gurney and his knees buckled. “Oh crap.”
Luckily, Lorne caught him. “You sure you’re up to leaving? Maybe I should get the doctor.”
“Nah, just woozy, it gives me an excuse to be clingy. Let’s make with the breakout.”
Lorne laughed lightly. They made it out of the infirmary without incident and David only had to hold on to Evan a few times on the way home.
“I wish I didn’t have this headache to contend with,” David sighed wistfully as Evan helped him to his bed. “I’d ask you to stay.”
“You could ask me.”
David peered up at him. “Yeah? Do you want to stay?”
“Sure. I’d like to keep an eye on you. And maybe by morning your headache will be gone.” Evan waggled an eyebrow suggestively. “Tomorrow is Sunday, we’re both off duty. We could have that discussion tomorrow, after we’ve slept on it.”
They both stripped down to t-shirts and shorts. David curled on his side in his usual sleeping position and Evan scooted close and spooned around him, reaching over to take David’s hand and intertwining their fingers. “Well, this is certainly not how I thought today would end.”
“Me either. But it’s nice, headache notwithstanding.”
“Yeah, it is. Goodnight, David,” Evan pressed a kiss to the back of his neck and sighed, settling down.
“’Night, Evan.”
The End
Notes: Also for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
slashing_lorne
Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Characters: Lorne, Parrish, Beckett
Pairing: Lorne/Parrish
Rating: PG
Orientation: Slash
Word Count: 1,427
Prompt: for AC Bingo Fill: "Major Support"
It took Lorne a while to figure out where it had started. Tracking his steps back for the day finally brought him to the science labs, and he figured out it had been the ball-like device he had picked up and tossed in his hands while he waited for Parrish to collect the gear he need for their mission.
Frowning, Parrish had snatched it out of his hands and put it back in the box on the worktable. Neither of them noticed that the device had been activated. They only noticed the effects later.
When Parrish was collecting samples on the planet, he was suddenly struck with a blinding headache, one that knocked him off his feet, literally. He had been crouched beside a plant, and woke lying in the dirt. His head hurt, a lot. He closed his eyes and found himself having a waking dream of sorts. Images flashed in his mind, memories not his own assailed him. He also felt the emotions associated with the memories.
“Doc? Doctor Parrish, what happened?” Major Lorne’s hands were on him, checking him over for injuries.
“I don’t know, “he mumbled. “Something weird. Like a dream, but not a dream, more like memories.”
Helping him sit up, wrapping an arm around his shoulders, Lorne asked, “What kind of memories? Stuff you forgot?”
“No. At least, I don’t think so. This was like watching a movie, seeing things through someone else’s eyes. Damn, my head hurts.”
“I’m going to call this mission a wash, we’re going home,” Lorne said, lifting David to his feet. “You don’t look so good, Doc, I’m worried about you.” As they walked back to the Gate, Lorne practically carried David.
Another flash hit him just before they went through. Parrish reached out and grabbed hold of Lorne’s forearms, clinging tightly to him as another wave of images washed over him. He had flashes of a schoolyard, sports, Christmas morning, a laughing woman doing macramé, and boot camp. David had never been, but he knew without a doubt that those were memories of boot camp.
When it was over, he sagged. He would have fallen if Lorne had not been supporting him. David met his eyes and he became certain of another fact. “Oh, my God. Your memories, I think these are your memories, Major. Did your mother do macramé? Did you get a GI Joe Snake Eyes in your stocking one Christmas? Did you twist your ankle on the obstacle course at boot camp?”
As he asked each question, Lorne’s expression changed to shock, his complexion going ashen. “Yeah, to all of that. We need to get you back to the infirmary, Doc.”
Before they reached the infirmary, David bent double as he was hit with another set of images and emotions. This time it was different, everything he saw was associated with Atlantis. He felt Lorne’s delight and love for the puddlejumpers. Felt his wonderment at sitting in the chair and making the city respond to his commands. He was amused at Lorne’s irritation with Sheppard’s constant dumping of paperwork on Lorne’s desk.
What shocked him was the sequence about himself. He saw himself through Lorne’s eyes, on missions with the team, working in the greenhouse, at meals in the mess hall. He remembered a lot of the instances, what was surprising to him were the emotions that went with it. He looked up at Lorne, catching his eyes. The major held the look for a few moments and then blushed and looked away.
“Infirmary, Doc,” Lorne said, taking his elbow as David straightened up and started forward again.
Major Lorne was in love with him. There was no mistaking the emotions that had gone with the visions. David’s head was pounding with pain, but his heart was soaring with joy. If it hadn’t been for this, he would have gone on without knowing. Lorne was very, very good at hiding things, it seemed. All this time working together and David hadn’t a clue that his crush was reciprocated.
The doctor was confounded by the situation, and ordered Lorne to retrace his steps. He returned to the infirmary with the ball from the lab, which was glowing slightly in his hand. He gave Parrish an apologetic look, and rubbed the back of his neck. “I think this might be the culprit. It was on when I went down there. It hadn’t been on when I was playing with it this morning.”
“Did you touch the device as well, Doctor Parrish?” Beckett asked, eyeing the ball with distrust.
“Yeah, I took it away from him and put it back in the box. I didn’t notice it working either.” Another wave of pain warned him that another batch of memories was about to come. “Ow. It’s happening again,” he warned, wrapping his hands around his middle and hunching over on the gurney.
“Shut the bloody thing off, Major.”
Lorne blushed. “Right, yeah. Okay, it’s off.”
The pain subsided, but not before David got another view of himself and was slammed with Lorne’s feelings for him. He felt Lorne’s arm around his shoulders, holding him up when he would have slumped over. “I’m okay, thanks, Major.”
“No problem Doc, it was my fault, after all.” Lorne was rubbing David’s back. He wondered if the Major was aware of it. It felt nice, he felt like someone cared for him. It had been a very long time since he had felt that way.
Doctor Beckett gave him a shot. “That should help with the residual headache. I’ll let you go in a little while. Will you stay with him for a bit, Major?”
“Of course. Why don’t you lie back and get comfortable?” Lorne said as Beckett wandered off.
Shaking his head in refusal, David said, “I’d prefer it if you kept rubbing my back. Maybe get my neck?”
“Sure. I can do that.” Lorne had strong fingers, and he knew how to properly massage a neck. David let out a long, low groan as Lorne’s fingers worked out a knot. “Okay, Doc, you have to stop doing that.”
“What?” David groaned again.
“The almost sex noises, you’re giving me wrong ideas here, Doc.”
Looking up at Lorne, David gave a shrug. “Maybe they aren’t so wrong. Stop calling me Doc, my name is David. Call me David, Major.”
The fingers had paused in the massage. “Only if you call me Evan.”
“Deal.” David crooked a finger at him and he leaned in. Taking matters into his own hands, so to speak, David reached up and clasped the sides of Evan’s face, pulling him closer. He pressed their lips together, kissing him firmly.
Lorne went completely still with shock at first, then sighed and returned the kiss. When David released him, Evan looked into his eyes. “I guess my secret is out, huh?”
“So out. So very, very out,” David agreed. “Will you help me back to my quarters? I don’t want to stay here. We can continue this discussion more privately.”
“Sure. I’ll walk you home. You want to sneak out or you want me to go get Beckett?”
David grinned. “Let’s be sneaky.” He slid off the gurney and his knees buckled. “Oh crap.”
Luckily, Lorne caught him. “You sure you’re up to leaving? Maybe I should get the doctor.”
“Nah, just woozy, it gives me an excuse to be clingy. Let’s make with the breakout.”
Lorne laughed lightly. They made it out of the infirmary without incident and David only had to hold on to Evan a few times on the way home.
“I wish I didn’t have this headache to contend with,” David sighed wistfully as Evan helped him to his bed. “I’d ask you to stay.”
“You could ask me.”
David peered up at him. “Yeah? Do you want to stay?”
“Sure. I’d like to keep an eye on you. And maybe by morning your headache will be gone.” Evan waggled an eyebrow suggestively. “Tomorrow is Sunday, we’re both off duty. We could have that discussion tomorrow, after we’ve slept on it.”
They both stripped down to t-shirts and shorts. David curled on his side in his usual sleeping position and Evan scooted close and spooned around him, reaching over to take David’s hand and intertwining their fingers. “Well, this is certainly not how I thought today would end.”
“Me either. But it’s nice, headache notwithstanding.”
“Yeah, it is. Goodnight, David,” Evan pressed a kiss to the back of his neck and sighed, settling down.
“’Night, Evan.”
The End
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