Word Count: 604
Summary: Goodbyes always suck.
Spoilers:General early series 2. Set sometime after Siege III.
Prompt: For October 22nd challenge at slashing_lorne: ‘write a drabble/ficlet about Lorne and his lover getting caught in a power failure on Atlantis’. And ‘074: Dark’ for fanfic100.
Disclaimer: So not mine!
“You know this could be considered by some as a sign.” Nick Lorne sighed as he leaned back against the wall of the malfunctioning transporter. His eyes were still adjusting to the dark but he could just about make out the form of the scientist slumped next to him.
“A sign?” Kavanagh echoed in a bored voice. “Yes, definitely. A sign that as soon as I stop working for him, McKay can’t even keep something simple like the transporters in working order.”
Lorne smiled, amusement warring with his underlying heartache. “No. I meant a sign as in some all powerful entity doesn’t want you to leave.” There was no answer to that, but he would have sworen he could hear Cal rolling his eyes at him. “Hey, with all we see here, it’s not beyond the realm of possibility.” Lorne continued, fighting to sound sincere. “Maybe Atlantis herself likes having you here.”
Kavanagh chuckled, a little bitterly, at that and Nick wrapped an arm around his waist pulling him closer. “Seriously Cal, I just got here and you want to leave again. Someone more paranoid would think you didn’t like being around me.”
Calvin leaned into Nick’s touch and turned his face toward him. He had intended to keep the kiss brief, it wouldn’t make it easier on either of them, but it turned uncertain and piercing and stretched out. “You know why I can’t stay, right?” He asked, his tone taking on a slight hint of pleading, begging the other man to understand. “I can’t continue to work here. No one acknowledges my expertise. My suggestions and theories are ignored. And Weir….well she’s Weir!”
Nick sighed again, a little at the situation, mainly at his lover though. He’d known Kavanagh long enough to know that working with him could be more than a little trying. “Maybe if you gave them some more time to get to know you, Cal.” He tried, desperate to think of any reason to keep his lover from leaving.
“I’ve been here a year, Nick. Things aren’t miraculously going to change.”
“I’m here now.” Lorne replied so softly he wasn’t sure Calvin would hear, despite their closeness.
Calvin didn’t reply for several long minutes and Nick was sure he’d missed it. Finally, he kissed him again. It was slower and gentler this time, but there was an oppressive feel of finality to it. Neither of them were surprised when it became coloured with the salty taste of tears.
Just as suddenly as the transporter had stopped, it started up again; dematerialising them to the correct stop. They were still kissing when the doors opened and McKay coughed, causing them to separate hastily.
Kavanagh glared at him, filling it with all his hate and resentment. Lorne looked down, not wanting to deal with both of the intractable scientists right now.
“I wanted to let you know that you’re an idiot for leaving.” McKay said without pre-amble. “I may not like you all the time – heck even any of the time, but you’re the best structural chemist we have. That’s why you were on the mission in the first place and we still need you.” With that, he walked away, not wanting or expecting an answer.
Lorne walked beside Kavanagh, to where the Daedalus was boarding in complete silence. If that couldn’t convince his lover, he didn’t know what would.
Cal whispered goodbye, discretely squeezing Nick’s hand before leaving and entering the spaceship. He turned around at the threshold, but Nick was gone. It was strange that the fully functional, brightly-lit ship felt darker than the transporter had only moments ago.