Word Count: 260
Summary: Does exactly what it says on the
Spoilers: Mild one for 2.03: Runner
Prompt: Oct 7th challenge at slashing_lorne: ‘Lorne and his lover arriving/meeting in Atlantis’.
Disclaimer No amount of wishing makes them mine.
Notes: Yep, I’m trying out a new pairing. Don’t laugh.
Major Lorne had been in Atlantis for a few weeks now. Long enough that the fallout from the Wraith crisis was dying down and all anyone had to worry about were the smaller, almost daily crises. Long enough to start to settle. Long enough to discover he wasn’t really going to fit in here.
The city was vast but its population was still relatively small. And most of them had been here, with just each other for company, for over a year. Everyone had sought out and formed their own tight little groups and jumping in was close to impossible.
He’d arrived with a group of marines, marines who he was now in command of. Lorne had always been a friendly, easygoing sort of guy. But socialising, beyond the odd meal and movie night, with people whose lives were in his hands just didn’t feel right. He’d looked to Sheppard, but he had his team and an alarming tendency to hang out with McKay and Zelenka.
That was until the mission to P3M-736. Ronon’s arrival changed things. Added a new variable.
Now Lorne had a sparring partner, one he had to trust, because he could easily break him in half if he wanted. And more often than not, he found himself seeking him out meal times and even just when they were both off-duty. The man didn’t exactly have a way with words but it didn’t take Lorne long to find out that he could do much better things with his mouth.
Maybe he did fit in here after all.