Fic: SGA: Semper Fi
Title: Semper Fi
Series: Checkmate 'Verse
Pairing: None mentioned here; eventually McKay/Sheppard
Rating: For All Audiences, this chapter
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Animal transformation, schmoop, crack!fic, slash pairing (eventually)
Summary: Major Lorne considers that maybe Colonel Sheppard hasn't changed all that much, this time. Really.
Chronologically, the sixth part of the Checkmate 'Verse. Overlaps "Average Cat" and "Triptych"
Notes: There is a reference in this snippet is a wee bit of comment porn I wrote with several other very talented folk, and it's over here.
Lastly, the U.S. Marine motto is Semper Fidelis or Always Faithful. It is often shortened to Semper Fi. It's been pointed out to me that Lorne is USAF, but I think of him, at heart, as a loyal, faithful guy. So it stuck.
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Teaser: Lorne had never taken a meeting with a cat before. Well, there may have been cats in the room a couple of times, but he’d never reported to them.
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It was a first for Major Evan Lorne, though a lot of things in the Pegasus Galaxy were. Some of them were fun, like busting an ancient Ancient spaceship out of drydock, Athosian harvest festivals and the time he, Sheppard and Novak did the Funky Chicken in a cave until it gave up some nadaquah. Good times.
Some of the firsts were not as enjoyable, like a new galaxy of Goths gone wrong who ate people, the amount of paperwork his C. O. delegated and the first time McKay made a 6’5”, 220 lb. Marine cry and Lorne had to mop up the mess. A big man can generate an awful lot of snot. He was very sorry he knew that.
And then there was the alarming habit his boss was developing of being occasionally possessed, transforming into an alien/human reptilian hybrid, or turning into a house cat. It wasn’t like the Colonel did it on purpose or anything, but still. Geez.
“You’ll do anything to get out of writing the end of the month reports, won’t you sir?” he observed dryly.
Colonel Sheppard half-closed his eyes in contentment, and the very tip of his tail flickered back and forth.
Lorne had never taken a meeting with a cat before. Well, there may have been cats in the room a couple of times, but he’d never reported to them.
Doctors Weir, McKay and Beckett, along with one of the Xenobiologists, Vasha and Heightmeyer had promised him up, down and sideways that Colonel Sheppard was in there, understood every word he was saying and just looked and possessed some of the instincts and mannerisms of a cat.
Right. But he’d never seen a cat sit that straight. Of course, it only made his whole black-on-black-on-fur thing a little more impressively dignified. He fought the urge to salute. Sheppard, after all, couldn’t salute back.
They also warned him not to pick the Colonel up without his permission. He had no problem with that; he’d seen Teyla and Ronon post-mission gingerly walking down the hall, looking like they’d lost a pick-up baseball game and pocket knife battle with a couple of mudwrestlers wielding tree branches.
Whatever had tangled with Ronon Dex had left the man looking more battle shaken than he’d ever seen the big guy. Lorne hoped that whatever they had engaged was put down and put down for good.
Once he discovered what had happened to them - a whole Keystone Cops SNAFU with Ronon, Teyla and a half-dozen Gatan elders chasing a terrified four-legged Colonel over hill and dale until he went to ground in a thicket of Gata thorn bushes - he was gleefully proud of his boss.
Reportedly, when he’d been finally been detached one claw at a time from the bushes, Ronon picked him up and he pretty much shredded they guy's shirt and abs. One foot tall, scared out of his mind and still a badass.
A badass with a potential for a hairball problem, but still; badass.
~~~
Chronological Order:
The Average Cat Does Not Do Long Division
The Wrathful Gaze of Johnny Cash
The Houseguest
Semper Fi
They Do Not Teach This Stuff In Med School
Bonding
The Difficulty of Letting Sleeping Cats Lie
Checkmate
Series: Checkmate 'Verse
Pairing: None mentioned here; eventually McKay/Sheppard
Rating: For All Audiences, this chapter
Spoilers: None
Warnings: Animal transformation, schmoop, crack!fic, slash pairing (eventually)
Summary: Major Lorne considers that maybe Colonel Sheppard hasn't changed all that much, this time. Really.
Chronologically, the sixth part of the Checkmate 'Verse. Overlaps "Average Cat" and "Triptych"
Notes: There is a reference in this snippet is a wee bit of comment porn I wrote with several other very talented folk, and it's over here.
Lastly, the U.S. Marine motto is Semper Fidelis or Always Faithful. It is often shortened to Semper Fi. It's been pointed out to me that Lorne is USAF, but I think of him, at heart, as a loyal, faithful guy. So it stuck.
~~~
Teaser: Lorne had never taken a meeting with a cat before. Well, there may have been cats in the room a couple of times, but he’d never reported to them.
~~~
It was a first for Major Evan Lorne, though a lot of things in the Pegasus Galaxy were. Some of them were fun, like busting an ancient Ancient spaceship out of drydock, Athosian harvest festivals and the time he, Sheppard and Novak did the Funky Chicken in a cave until it gave up some nadaquah. Good times.
Some of the firsts were not as enjoyable, like a new galaxy of Goths gone wrong who ate people, the amount of paperwork his C. O. delegated and the first time McKay made a 6’5”, 220 lb. Marine cry and Lorne had to mop up the mess. A big man can generate an awful lot of snot. He was very sorry he knew that.
And then there was the alarming habit his boss was developing of being occasionally possessed, transforming into an alien/human reptilian hybrid, or turning into a house cat. It wasn’t like the Colonel did it on purpose or anything, but still. Geez.
“You’ll do anything to get out of writing the end of the month reports, won’t you sir?” he observed dryly.
Colonel Sheppard half-closed his eyes in contentment, and the very tip of his tail flickered back and forth.
Lorne had never taken a meeting with a cat before. Well, there may have been cats in the room a couple of times, but he’d never reported to them.
Doctors Weir, McKay and Beckett, along with one of the Xenobiologists, Vasha and Heightmeyer had promised him up, down and sideways that Colonel Sheppard was in there, understood every word he was saying and just looked and possessed some of the instincts and mannerisms of a cat.
Right. But he’d never seen a cat sit that straight. Of course, it only made his whole black-on-black-on-fur thing a little more impressively dignified. He fought the urge to salute. Sheppard, after all, couldn’t salute back.
They also warned him not to pick the Colonel up without his permission. He had no problem with that; he’d seen Teyla and Ronon post-mission gingerly walking down the hall, looking like they’d lost a pick-up baseball game and pocket knife battle with a couple of mudwrestlers wielding tree branches.
Whatever had tangled with Ronon Dex had left the man looking more battle shaken than he’d ever seen the big guy. Lorne hoped that whatever they had engaged was put down and put down for good.
Once he discovered what had happened to them - a whole Keystone Cops SNAFU with Ronon, Teyla and a half-dozen Gatan elders chasing a terrified four-legged Colonel over hill and dale until he went to ground in a thicket of Gata thorn bushes - he was gleefully proud of his boss.
Reportedly, when he’d been finally been detached one claw at a time from the bushes, Ronon picked him up and he pretty much shredded they guy's shirt and abs. One foot tall, scared out of his mind and still a badass.
A badass with a potential for a hairball problem, but still; badass.
~~~
Chronological Order:
The Average Cat Does Not Do Long Division
The Wrathful Gaze of Johnny Cash
The Houseguest
Semper Fi
They Do Not Teach This Stuff In Med School
Bonding
The Difficulty of Letting Sleeping Cats Lie
Checkmate