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It's so nice to have another straight person in the apartment. The boys wanted to watch Pretty Woman (The Roommate is only obviously gay in his movie choices and that's only every once in awhile) And me and JR wanted to watch Tombstone. So it was a tie and because Justin has never seen Tombstone (which makes me feel old) he went with that.
Then we watched Dodgeball and, good little English lover Justin is, pointed out that at the end of the movie when they're wheeling in the treasure chest, it says Deus Ex Machina because it really was. We watched the special features and there was an alternate ending which explains that in more detail.
Alright, fic. It's Rodney/Lorne. I promise to try and write something that isn't Rodney/Lorne soon. It was written for the September Challenge over at mckay_lorne. It was supposed to be about college, but Justin got into our old High school year books and proceeded to laugh at our style back then and this popped up.
Title: Blast from the Past
Fandom: SGA
Characters: Rodney/Lorne
Prompt: School
Word Count: 2,530
Rating: R
Summary: Lorne's high school reunion comes up.
Author's Notes: none.
Timeline: Okay so by my timeline I’ve made Rodney the same age as David because let’s face it the character was meant to be that old, which really isn’t that old at a comfortable 38 (David Hewlett is 38 and will be 39 April 18, 2007). I made Lorne two years younger than Kavan at 34. Now this is where the Masters and becoming Major come into play because by my own time line, in 2003 which is when Lorne first appeared on Stargate SG-1, he would have been 31 and a Major. Is this possible, yeah I’m sure it is. And people can pretty much finish up Masters work by twenty-six, sometimes twenty-five if they’re really pushing it.
I like to believe that Lorne just got promoted to Major when he was on SG-1. Something about the way he didn’t handle seeing the mutilated body all that well that and it makes a certain kind of sense because then the show can keep him and Major for a while before having to promote him.
That being said, it is quiet plausible the in the theoretical four years I’ve given him to become 38, Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell could be a thing of the past and no one would really care. What, it could happen.
Also I’m blatantly ignoring a few key things that happened this season so ha. Now, onto the story.
Lorne stares down at the piece of paper and feels vaguely sick.
He never went to his first high school reunion, for good reason and just seeing the paper with it’s expensive script and paper that just came in from the weekly data burst… it’s making him feel a little sickly.
He could feign that he’s on a top secret project that demands his outmost attention and decline like normal people who are overweight and unhappy, but possess more IQ points then anyone else because they don’t subject themselves to cruel and unusual torture.
“What’s that?”
Lorne looks behind him to see Rodney standing there, power bar in hand and he looks curious.
“High school reunion papers.” Lorne mutters.
“Hmm… really… interesting. It amazes me the amount of junk that actually makes it through the wormhole.” Rodney says.
Lorne remembers that Rodney’s never got any papers like that, but it’s quite possible, what with Rodney’s genius, they were sent out during that time when Rodney and the expedition were cut off from Earth. They would have been thrown away by the time Rodney could be reached to get them.
“You don’t want to go, do you. Because we could, if you wanted to.”
The prospect seems as scary to Rodney as it did to Lorne when he opened the envelope that had the return address of his old high school.
“I don’t know. There’s not really much of a point.”
He could go and tell them all about how he’s got a job with the Air Force. Killing himself in college to first graduate as a second lieutenant and the bust his ass with extra classes and Officer Training to make Captain by the time he was twenty-six and done with his Masters. Talk about how he’s a sort of chemist sort of geologist and how he does important work that he can’t really talk about.
They’ll all ask if he’s ever fought in a war and he’ll have to say no because before joining the SGC, his job didn’t entail field work other then things that were science related and he’s only flown F-16s a couple of times.
They’ll, the ones that actually care enough to listen to him in his dress blues, will get bored with him quickly. Stop seeing the guy with a gold leaf on his jacket and start seeing the nerd who always had weird hair and huge glasses and crooked teeth and an unnatural love for the English language and rocks.
It’s been a while since he’s been that guy. He signed up for LASIK surgery the moment it was available even if it was cutting edge. He cut his hair often and finally got his mother to agree to braces even though she said he was perfect naturally.
“I see. How about the fact that you’re smart and funny and incredibly good looking.”
“I was a dork in high school, Rodney. I had like zero friends and this wasn’t because I was some kind of genius or moved around a lot. This was because I was weird and carried around a copy of ‘The Hobbit’.”
“I see.”
“Oh come one, Rodney. You’ve seen the pictures.”
“I thought you were cute… you know in a totally non-pedophile kind of way.”
Lorne rolls his eyes.
“Really, that’s sweet of you to say, but I was a total dork.”
“You’ve said that. I’m sure your high school experience couldn’t be worse than mine. You are aware that I was about twelve when I first started high school.”
“There was an excuse for your high school experience being horrible. I was weird without having an excuse.” Lorne says as he walks over to the couch.
He sits and puts his head in his hands and he can feel Rodney’s eyes watching him suspiciously. Doesn’t say anything when Rodney sits down next to him, arm flung over Lorne’s shoulders and he knows Rodney has to feel terribly awkward with this whole thing.
“You don’t have to prove yourself to a bunch of people who are all probably nobodies. You have one of the best jobs in the world, you know without factoring in the Wraith.”
“I’m aware of that. I’ve got friends and a command and they’re considering me for promotion now that Colonel Sheppard’s made full bird colonel.”
“Not to mention a genius boyfriend.”
Lorne looks up from his hands and sees Rodney’s goofy smile and he laughs a little at that.
“Right, how could I forget that. I’m not the geeky kid I was back then, but…”
“They’re still going to see you as that.”
“And it doesn’t help that I can’t exactly go into detail about what I’ve been doing for the past six years.”
“Maybe they’ll be awed by the fact that you’ve been on top secret missions.”
“Spoken like a man that never went to his high school reunion.”
“You never went to yours.”
Lorne sighs and leans into Rodney who pulls him close and they end up lying down on the couch, both on their sides because the couch is too small to fit otherwise.
“I don’t get it. You’re acting like you want me to go.”
“I don’t care either way. I just don’t want you to think that it matters what those people think. When was the last time they saved a galaxy.”
“It’s actually been awhile since I’ve done that.”
“You save it every day.”
“How do you figure?”
“You keep me grounded. Who knows what kinds of disasters wouldn’t have been adverted if you hadn’t been giving me regular blow jobs.”
Lorne rolls his eyes.
“For a minute there, I thought you were going to get unbelievably sappy on me.”
“That was sappy.”
“You can’t be sappy and say blow jobs at the same time Rodney.”
“You can if you’re in this relationship.” Rodney mutters as he pulls Lorne closer.
“Right, how could I forget.”
“I have no idea. You’ve been in this relationship for years now.”
“And I’ve only threatened to shoot you a few times in those years.”
Rodney grumbles something that Lorne can’t quiet make out, but it doesn’t matter because he just snuggles close to Rodney which quiets him.
“It’s kind of reassuring.”
“What is?” Lorne asks.
“That you can be so insecure about your dorky past. No one cares if you’ve read Tolkien and wore glasses. Hell that describes more than half of the people here. Nobody’s going to care about your geeky past.”
“They will.”
“So, you don’t go. You live the rest of your life letting that nag at you and haunt you until the day you die.”
Lorne rolls his eyes at that and sighs.
“You’re overly dramatic.”
“You’re letting some stupid people who were kids when they met you make you insecure. Do you want me to outline the ways that is utterly stupid or can you figure it out on your own?”
“You get back in that atmosphere and it doesn’t matter that everyone’s grown up.”
“So don’t go, but don’t expect me to sit around and let you mope about it.”
“You’re right. I shouldn’t go.”
“I said nothing of the sort. You do what you’re going to do.”
“And if I asked you to go with me. Be my trophy husband?”
He doesn’t have to look at Rodney’s face to know that Rodney’s making a face.
“If anyone’s the trophy husband in this relationship, it’s you.”
“Rodney.”
“If you wanted me to go, I would, but I don’t see how your reputation is going to be helped with me on your arm.”
“Moral support.”
Rodney sighs and pulls Lorne closer.
“This is going to sound totally not like me, but… whatever you want.”
Lorne knows he means it.
~*~
He stands there, dress blues on and he’s made sure that his silver leaves are shiny and noticeable. Not that many people will know what it means, but Lorne does and that’s all that matters.
He lost Rodney to the punch bowl after making absolutely sure there was no citrus in it and know he’s standing alone looking at the crowd for anyone he remembers. Everyone looks so different and the same and he didn’t go to his first one so he has no idea what everyone will look like now.
There’s a big banner that says ‘Welcome Class of 1990’ hanging about the fake stage where a DJ mixes songs that are meant to make people reminisce about their high school days. It’s not all that great, but Lorne thinks it’s kind of funny.
“Oh my god! Marcus Lorne.”
Lorne sees a woman he doesn’t quite recognize standing in front of him and smiles uneasily at her.
“Do you remember me. My names Lisa Gibbs.”
He does remember her. He remembers her being in the group that made fun of people like him. Remembers that she dated the quarterback and it was all very teen comedy and he remembers she was beautiful, still kind of is, and she used they to get what she wanted.
“You didn’t show up to the first one. Everyone wasn’t all that shocked, but… my… you’ve changed.”
Lorne resists the urge to pout and act like a little kid and just smiles at her.
“Yeah, um… you know. Grew up.”
“I’ll say. So your in the army?”
“Air Force.” Lorne says.
“Wow, that’s great.”
He tries for small talk and when the whole of the popular crowd, including Jimmy Wentz, Lisa’s old quarterback boyfriend who looks decidedly aged and pissed off at Lorne, Lorne tries to ease his way through it.
Because for all his talk about Rodney being social retarded, he knows that he’s almost at the same level. It’s what makes him and Rodney so compatible.
“What’s your rank?” Jimmy asks.
“Oh, I just made Lieutenant Colonel.” Lorne says.
“How exciting. So what kinds of cool things does the Air Force have you doing?” Lisa asks.
Lorne has to wonder about her. What she’s doing with her life. She doesn’t have a ring on her finger, but she’s got that decidedly mother look to her. She’s caked on more make-up then she needs to. And Lorne wonders if maybe this whole reunion thing, is her chance to shine one last time before going back to her crummy life where she’s got three kids and a minivan and a husband who was too busy fucking his secretary to care about all that.
She eagerly awaits Lorne’s words along with a whole bunch of her friends that Lorne only remembers seeing and hating on sight. They’re all looking at him like he’s dreamy and Lorne knows some are probably married, but, as Rodney has said before, it’s the dress blues.
“Um… that’s kind of… top secret.” Lorne says uneasily.
It just makes Lisa’s eyes brighter and Jimmy rolls his eyes.
“Still can’t believe someone like you’s made it in the Air Force. I remember you as a twig.” Jimmy says.
He remembers what Rodney said, the whole diatribe about how the quarterback king probably sells used cars and hates his wife and doesn’t like his kids and they don’t like him back. Remembers how Rodney scoffed and said it would all be terribly cliched.
Lorne really needs to remember that Rodney’s pretty much always right.
Lorne watches as the rest of the group dissipates after that, Lisa still standing in front of him like she didn’t laugh every time Jimmy called him a loser.
“I thinks it’s great. Everybody thought you’d go into teaching like your mother.” Lisa says.
“I thought about it, but I just… I was pulled to the Air Force.”
She smiles brightly at him.
“Must be hard to keep in touch with anyone. Do you move around a lot? I mean I know you said that your stuff was top secret, but I mean… that’s gotta get lonely.”
It’s clear she’s trying to start up some sort of torrid relationship that the stuff of trashy romance novels are made of. The prom queen goes to her reunion and meets the geeky kid she used to make fun of in high school who’s turned out to have a better life then she could ever imagine. And she wants him to take her away and Lorne almost laughs into his punch at the thought.
She seems nice enough, a little emotionally young like life past her by and opps she’s thirty-eight with a life she didn’t want. Lorne can definitely feel sorry for that, but he’s not going to play into her fantasies.
So he opens his mouth to tell her, but is cut off by Rodney bustling through the crowd, hands filled with food and punch.
Rodney who’s hair is still thinning, but he attempted to make look nice with Colonel Sheppard’s help. He looks awkward in a suit, but Lorne likes it anyway because those shoulders were meant for sports coats.
“Well the punch sucks and the food hasn’t fared much better.” Rodney says totally ignoring Lisa
“It’s a high school reunion, Rodney. Not a Nobel Prize party.”
“Clearly you’ve never been to one of those because let me tell you the food there isn’t much better. All artsy crap.”
“And you’re a chips and dip man right.”
“Don’t fault me my likes.” Rodney says.
Lorne smiles and pulls him close, Lisa’s eyes wide and curious at the exchange.
“Lisa, this is my boyfriend Rodney.”
Rodney makes a pained expression at that and scowls in Lisa’s general direction.
“Oh… um… hi.” She says.
“Hi.” Rodney says in his voice reserved for people he knows are stupider then he is.
He watches as Lisa stutters and makes excuses, smiling brightly, if a little bit sad, in Lorne’s direction before joining the rest of her former friends.
“Okay, you made the prom queen want to jump your bones. Could we please go back to the hotel now? Only I think I’m going to go into hypoglycemic shock if I don’t eat some actual food soon.”
“That didn’t feel nearly as good as I thought it would. She seemed a little…”
“Pathetic.”
“I was going to go with sad.”
“That’s the same thing.”
“Yeah, sure, but… I don’t know. Just didn’t feel like I thought it would.”
“That’s because you’re not pure evil. You’re a decent human being.”
“You’re right.”
“Good, you should remember that always. Now… hotel.”
“You just want to get me back so you can have your wicked way with me.”
“You say this like it’s news. You do realize that I’ve been hard since you put that damn thing on, right, Colonel.”
The way Rodney says Colonel makes him shiver a bit and he sighs.
“You’re really dirty, McKay.”
Rodney leans in, mouth close to his own and smiles.
“You like me that way.”
Lorne smiles because it’s the truth, but it’s so much more than that. Rodney didn’t want to be here, yet he came anyway. Knew Lorne had to get this out of his system and he managed to keep himself from calling Lorne stupid only a few times.
Lorne guesses that’s what loves all about.
“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s get out of here.”
FIN
42/100
Then we watched Dodgeball and, good little English lover Justin is, pointed out that at the end of the movie when they're wheeling in the treasure chest, it says Deus Ex Machina because it really was. We watched the special features and there was an alternate ending which explains that in more detail.
Alright, fic. It's Rodney/Lorne. I promise to try and write something that isn't Rodney/Lorne soon. It was written for the September Challenge over at mckay_lorne. It was supposed to be about college, but Justin got into our old High school year books and proceeded to laugh at our style back then and this popped up.
Title: Blast from the Past
Fandom: SGA
Characters: Rodney/Lorne
Prompt: School
Word Count: 2,530
Rating: R
Summary: Lorne's high school reunion comes up.
Author's Notes: none.
Timeline: Okay so by my timeline I’ve made Rodney the same age as David because let’s face it the character was meant to be that old, which really isn’t that old at a comfortable 38 (David Hewlett is 38 and will be 39 April 18, 2007). I made Lorne two years younger than Kavan at 34. Now this is where the Masters and becoming Major come into play because by my own time line, in 2003 which is when Lorne first appeared on Stargate SG-1, he would have been 31 and a Major. Is this possible, yeah I’m sure it is. And people can pretty much finish up Masters work by twenty-six, sometimes twenty-five if they’re really pushing it.
I like to believe that Lorne just got promoted to Major when he was on SG-1. Something about the way he didn’t handle seeing the mutilated body all that well that and it makes a certain kind of sense because then the show can keep him and Major for a while before having to promote him.
That being said, it is quiet plausible the in the theoretical four years I’ve given him to become 38, Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell could be a thing of the past and no one would really care. What, it could happen.
Also I’m blatantly ignoring a few key things that happened this season so ha. Now, onto the story.
Lorne stares down at the piece of paper and feels vaguely sick.
He never went to his first high school reunion, for good reason and just seeing the paper with it’s expensive script and paper that just came in from the weekly data burst… it’s making him feel a little sickly.
He could feign that he’s on a top secret project that demands his outmost attention and decline like normal people who are overweight and unhappy, but possess more IQ points then anyone else because they don’t subject themselves to cruel and unusual torture.
“What’s that?”
Lorne looks behind him to see Rodney standing there, power bar in hand and he looks curious.
“High school reunion papers.” Lorne mutters.
“Hmm… really… interesting. It amazes me the amount of junk that actually makes it through the wormhole.” Rodney says.
Lorne remembers that Rodney’s never got any papers like that, but it’s quite possible, what with Rodney’s genius, they were sent out during that time when Rodney and the expedition were cut off from Earth. They would have been thrown away by the time Rodney could be reached to get them.
“You don’t want to go, do you. Because we could, if you wanted to.”
The prospect seems as scary to Rodney as it did to Lorne when he opened the envelope that had the return address of his old high school.
“I don’t know. There’s not really much of a point.”
He could go and tell them all about how he’s got a job with the Air Force. Killing himself in college to first graduate as a second lieutenant and the bust his ass with extra classes and Officer Training to make Captain by the time he was twenty-six and done with his Masters. Talk about how he’s a sort of chemist sort of geologist and how he does important work that he can’t really talk about.
They’ll all ask if he’s ever fought in a war and he’ll have to say no because before joining the SGC, his job didn’t entail field work other then things that were science related and he’s only flown F-16s a couple of times.
They’ll, the ones that actually care enough to listen to him in his dress blues, will get bored with him quickly. Stop seeing the guy with a gold leaf on his jacket and start seeing the nerd who always had weird hair and huge glasses and crooked teeth and an unnatural love for the English language and rocks.
It’s been a while since he’s been that guy. He signed up for LASIK surgery the moment it was available even if it was cutting edge. He cut his hair often and finally got his mother to agree to braces even though she said he was perfect naturally.
“I see. How about the fact that you’re smart and funny and incredibly good looking.”
“I was a dork in high school, Rodney. I had like zero friends and this wasn’t because I was some kind of genius or moved around a lot. This was because I was weird and carried around a copy of ‘The Hobbit’.”
“I see.”
“Oh come one, Rodney. You’ve seen the pictures.”
“I thought you were cute… you know in a totally non-pedophile kind of way.”
Lorne rolls his eyes.
“Really, that’s sweet of you to say, but I was a total dork.”
“You’ve said that. I’m sure your high school experience couldn’t be worse than mine. You are aware that I was about twelve when I first started high school.”
“There was an excuse for your high school experience being horrible. I was weird without having an excuse.” Lorne says as he walks over to the couch.
He sits and puts his head in his hands and he can feel Rodney’s eyes watching him suspiciously. Doesn’t say anything when Rodney sits down next to him, arm flung over Lorne’s shoulders and he knows Rodney has to feel terribly awkward with this whole thing.
“You don’t have to prove yourself to a bunch of people who are all probably nobodies. You have one of the best jobs in the world, you know without factoring in the Wraith.”
“I’m aware of that. I’ve got friends and a command and they’re considering me for promotion now that Colonel Sheppard’s made full bird colonel.”
“Not to mention a genius boyfriend.”
Lorne looks up from his hands and sees Rodney’s goofy smile and he laughs a little at that.
“Right, how could I forget that. I’m not the geeky kid I was back then, but…”
“They’re still going to see you as that.”
“And it doesn’t help that I can’t exactly go into detail about what I’ve been doing for the past six years.”
“Maybe they’ll be awed by the fact that you’ve been on top secret missions.”
“Spoken like a man that never went to his high school reunion.”
“You never went to yours.”
Lorne sighs and leans into Rodney who pulls him close and they end up lying down on the couch, both on their sides because the couch is too small to fit otherwise.
“I don’t get it. You’re acting like you want me to go.”
“I don’t care either way. I just don’t want you to think that it matters what those people think. When was the last time they saved a galaxy.”
“It’s actually been awhile since I’ve done that.”
“You save it every day.”
“How do you figure?”
“You keep me grounded. Who knows what kinds of disasters wouldn’t have been adverted if you hadn’t been giving me regular blow jobs.”
Lorne rolls his eyes.
“For a minute there, I thought you were going to get unbelievably sappy on me.”
“That was sappy.”
“You can’t be sappy and say blow jobs at the same time Rodney.”
“You can if you’re in this relationship.” Rodney mutters as he pulls Lorne closer.
“Right, how could I forget.”
“I have no idea. You’ve been in this relationship for years now.”
“And I’ve only threatened to shoot you a few times in those years.”
Rodney grumbles something that Lorne can’t quiet make out, but it doesn’t matter because he just snuggles close to Rodney which quiets him.
“It’s kind of reassuring.”
“What is?” Lorne asks.
“That you can be so insecure about your dorky past. No one cares if you’ve read Tolkien and wore glasses. Hell that describes more than half of the people here. Nobody’s going to care about your geeky past.”
“They will.”
“So, you don’t go. You live the rest of your life letting that nag at you and haunt you until the day you die.”
Lorne rolls his eyes at that and sighs.
“You’re overly dramatic.”
“You’re letting some stupid people who were kids when they met you make you insecure. Do you want me to outline the ways that is utterly stupid or can you figure it out on your own?”
“You get back in that atmosphere and it doesn’t matter that everyone’s grown up.”
“So don’t go, but don’t expect me to sit around and let you mope about it.”
“You’re right. I shouldn’t go.”
“I said nothing of the sort. You do what you’re going to do.”
“And if I asked you to go with me. Be my trophy husband?”
He doesn’t have to look at Rodney’s face to know that Rodney’s making a face.
“If anyone’s the trophy husband in this relationship, it’s you.”
“Rodney.”
“If you wanted me to go, I would, but I don’t see how your reputation is going to be helped with me on your arm.”
“Moral support.”
Rodney sighs and pulls Lorne closer.
“This is going to sound totally not like me, but… whatever you want.”
Lorne knows he means it.
~*~
He stands there, dress blues on and he’s made sure that his silver leaves are shiny and noticeable. Not that many people will know what it means, but Lorne does and that’s all that matters.
He lost Rodney to the punch bowl after making absolutely sure there was no citrus in it and know he’s standing alone looking at the crowd for anyone he remembers. Everyone looks so different and the same and he didn’t go to his first one so he has no idea what everyone will look like now.
There’s a big banner that says ‘Welcome Class of 1990’ hanging about the fake stage where a DJ mixes songs that are meant to make people reminisce about their high school days. It’s not all that great, but Lorne thinks it’s kind of funny.
“Oh my god! Marcus Lorne.”
Lorne sees a woman he doesn’t quite recognize standing in front of him and smiles uneasily at her.
“Do you remember me. My names Lisa Gibbs.”
He does remember her. He remembers her being in the group that made fun of people like him. Remembers that she dated the quarterback and it was all very teen comedy and he remembers she was beautiful, still kind of is, and she used they to get what she wanted.
“You didn’t show up to the first one. Everyone wasn’t all that shocked, but… my… you’ve changed.”
Lorne resists the urge to pout and act like a little kid and just smiles at her.
“Yeah, um… you know. Grew up.”
“I’ll say. So your in the army?”
“Air Force.” Lorne says.
“Wow, that’s great.”
He tries for small talk and when the whole of the popular crowd, including Jimmy Wentz, Lisa’s old quarterback boyfriend who looks decidedly aged and pissed off at Lorne, Lorne tries to ease his way through it.
Because for all his talk about Rodney being social retarded, he knows that he’s almost at the same level. It’s what makes him and Rodney so compatible.
“What’s your rank?” Jimmy asks.
“Oh, I just made Lieutenant Colonel.” Lorne says.
“How exciting. So what kinds of cool things does the Air Force have you doing?” Lisa asks.
Lorne has to wonder about her. What she’s doing with her life. She doesn’t have a ring on her finger, but she’s got that decidedly mother look to her. She’s caked on more make-up then she needs to. And Lorne wonders if maybe this whole reunion thing, is her chance to shine one last time before going back to her crummy life where she’s got three kids and a minivan and a husband who was too busy fucking his secretary to care about all that.
She eagerly awaits Lorne’s words along with a whole bunch of her friends that Lorne only remembers seeing and hating on sight. They’re all looking at him like he’s dreamy and Lorne knows some are probably married, but, as Rodney has said before, it’s the dress blues.
“Um… that’s kind of… top secret.” Lorne says uneasily.
It just makes Lisa’s eyes brighter and Jimmy rolls his eyes.
“Still can’t believe someone like you’s made it in the Air Force. I remember you as a twig.” Jimmy says.
He remembers what Rodney said, the whole diatribe about how the quarterback king probably sells used cars and hates his wife and doesn’t like his kids and they don’t like him back. Remembers how Rodney scoffed and said it would all be terribly cliched.
Lorne really needs to remember that Rodney’s pretty much always right.
Lorne watches as the rest of the group dissipates after that, Lisa still standing in front of him like she didn’t laugh every time Jimmy called him a loser.
“I thinks it’s great. Everybody thought you’d go into teaching like your mother.” Lisa says.
“I thought about it, but I just… I was pulled to the Air Force.”
She smiles brightly at him.
“Must be hard to keep in touch with anyone. Do you move around a lot? I mean I know you said that your stuff was top secret, but I mean… that’s gotta get lonely.”
It’s clear she’s trying to start up some sort of torrid relationship that the stuff of trashy romance novels are made of. The prom queen goes to her reunion and meets the geeky kid she used to make fun of in high school who’s turned out to have a better life then she could ever imagine. And she wants him to take her away and Lorne almost laughs into his punch at the thought.
She seems nice enough, a little emotionally young like life past her by and opps she’s thirty-eight with a life she didn’t want. Lorne can definitely feel sorry for that, but he’s not going to play into her fantasies.
So he opens his mouth to tell her, but is cut off by Rodney bustling through the crowd, hands filled with food and punch.
Rodney who’s hair is still thinning, but he attempted to make look nice with Colonel Sheppard’s help. He looks awkward in a suit, but Lorne likes it anyway because those shoulders were meant for sports coats.
“Well the punch sucks and the food hasn’t fared much better.” Rodney says totally ignoring Lisa
“It’s a high school reunion, Rodney. Not a Nobel Prize party.”
“Clearly you’ve never been to one of those because let me tell you the food there isn’t much better. All artsy crap.”
“And you’re a chips and dip man right.”
“Don’t fault me my likes.” Rodney says.
Lorne smiles and pulls him close, Lisa’s eyes wide and curious at the exchange.
“Lisa, this is my boyfriend Rodney.”
Rodney makes a pained expression at that and scowls in Lisa’s general direction.
“Oh… um… hi.” She says.
“Hi.” Rodney says in his voice reserved for people he knows are stupider then he is.
He watches as Lisa stutters and makes excuses, smiling brightly, if a little bit sad, in Lorne’s direction before joining the rest of her former friends.
“Okay, you made the prom queen want to jump your bones. Could we please go back to the hotel now? Only I think I’m going to go into hypoglycemic shock if I don’t eat some actual food soon.”
“That didn’t feel nearly as good as I thought it would. She seemed a little…”
“Pathetic.”
“I was going to go with sad.”
“That’s the same thing.”
“Yeah, sure, but… I don’t know. Just didn’t feel like I thought it would.”
“That’s because you’re not pure evil. You’re a decent human being.”
“You’re right.”
“Good, you should remember that always. Now… hotel.”
“You just want to get me back so you can have your wicked way with me.”
“You say this like it’s news. You do realize that I’ve been hard since you put that damn thing on, right, Colonel.”
The way Rodney says Colonel makes him shiver a bit and he sighs.
“You’re really dirty, McKay.”
Rodney leans in, mouth close to his own and smiles.
“You like me that way.”
Lorne smiles because it’s the truth, but it’s so much more than that. Rodney didn’t want to be here, yet he came anyway. Knew Lorne had to get this out of his system and he managed to keep himself from calling Lorne stupid only a few times.
Lorne guesses that’s what loves all about.
“Yeah, you’re right. Let’s get out of here.”
FIN
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