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thefroggTitle: Where We Live (Interlude)
Author:thefrogg
Beta:ohpuppies, blue_oceandeep
Rating: PG13-ish
Disclaimer: Everyone but Webber belongs to other people. Damnit.
Summary: Lorne's team has long been responsible for Todd's security. When they take Todd out to investigate an abandoned Wraith base, their changing attitudes towards the captive Wraith sparks a series of events no one in Atlantis is ready for.
"Unscheduled offworld activation!"
Colonel Carter strode from her office to Chuck's gateroom station, hovering over his shoulder. "IDC?"
"It's Stargate Command, sir." Chuck's hands moved over his controls.
"If that's not Daniel, I'll--"
Daniel's disembodied laughter echoed through the room. "No eating of otherwise inedible objects necessary, Sam. Permission to visit?"
"Permission granted, Daniel," she said with a smile. "Our shield is down." She only managed to make it halfway down the stairs before Daniel was stepping through the gate, backpack slung over one shoulder, a small duffel in his opposite hand. "Welcome to Atlantis. We weren't exactly--"
"Expecting me?" Daniel finished, letting his bag drop carelessly to the floor so he could hug his former team mate. "You should know better than that."
"You'd think so, wouldn't you?" Sam murmured into Daniel's ear, pleasure and relief at seeing him, having him *here*, coloring her voice. After yet another minute of their bone-crushing hug, she pulled back, eyes shiny. "Come on. I haven't finished my coffee yet."
"Which cup, second or third?"
"First!" Sam laughed, leading the way to her office.
~~~
Of all the reasons Lorne sometimes hated his near-infallible six a.m. inner alarm clock (two hours' sleep the night before a day off being near the top of the list), this one was possibly the worst. Lethargic contentment hummed in the back of his mind, the sleep-heavy presence of Parrish and Miller above him, with Webber to one side; Todd dozed, but awareness started creeping in, dragged to the surface with Lorne's.
Todd's arm twitched against Lorne's back, his fingers pressing briefly into Lorne's ribcage.
Lorne tried to project safety and warmth back, and was rewarded when Todd sighed heavily and scrubbed his cheek against Lorne's shoulder. It didn't help when Lorne tried to ease his way out from beneath the Wraith, though, and he only managed to lever himself upright under Todd's sleep-addled gaze. "Hey," he whispered.
Todd raised his head a little and blinked.
"I have work to do - not leaving you, just paperwork, really," he explained when Todd tensed, "but I have to get up. You can go back to sleep."
Lowering his head back to the floor, Todd just whuffled softly against Lorne's hip and clamped a hand down on his leg before going back to sleep.
Lorne swiftly squelched a sarcastic thought in response, sighing instead and turning his attention to freeing himself with the least disturbance to Todd and the rest of his team.
Webber joined Lorne at the table by the time Colonel Carter's summons came. He watched silently as Lorne stared at Todd, still asleep and using Lorne's discarded shirt for a pillow; then his commanding officer stood and left the apartment without a word.
Author:
thefroggBeta:
ohpuppies, blue_oceandeepRating: PG13-ish
Disclaimer: Everyone but Webber belongs to other people. Damnit.
Summary: Lorne's team has long been responsible for Todd's security. When they take Todd out to investigate an abandoned Wraith base, their changing attitudes towards the captive Wraith sparks a series of events no one in Atlantis is ready for.
"Unscheduled offworld activation!"
Colonel Carter strode from her office to Chuck's gateroom station, hovering over his shoulder. "IDC?"
"It's Stargate Command, sir." Chuck's hands moved over his controls.
"If that's not Daniel, I'll--"
Daniel's disembodied laughter echoed through the room. "No eating of otherwise inedible objects necessary, Sam. Permission to visit?"
"Permission granted, Daniel," she said with a smile. "Our shield is down." She only managed to make it halfway down the stairs before Daniel was stepping through the gate, backpack slung over one shoulder, a small duffel in his opposite hand. "Welcome to Atlantis. We weren't exactly--"
"Expecting me?" Daniel finished, letting his bag drop carelessly to the floor so he could hug his former team mate. "You should know better than that."
"You'd think so, wouldn't you?" Sam murmured into Daniel's ear, pleasure and relief at seeing him, having him *here*, coloring her voice. After yet another minute of their bone-crushing hug, she pulled back, eyes shiny. "Come on. I haven't finished my coffee yet."
"Which cup, second or third?"
"First!" Sam laughed, leading the way to her office.
~~~
Of all the reasons Lorne sometimes hated his near-infallible six a.m. inner alarm clock (two hours' sleep the night before a day off being near the top of the list), this one was possibly the worst. Lethargic contentment hummed in the back of his mind, the sleep-heavy presence of Parrish and Miller above him, with Webber to one side; Todd dozed, but awareness started creeping in, dragged to the surface with Lorne's.
Todd's arm twitched against Lorne's back, his fingers pressing briefly into Lorne's ribcage.
Lorne tried to project safety and warmth back, and was rewarded when Todd sighed heavily and scrubbed his cheek against Lorne's shoulder. It didn't help when Lorne tried to ease his way out from beneath the Wraith, though, and he only managed to lever himself upright under Todd's sleep-addled gaze. "Hey," he whispered.
Todd raised his head a little and blinked.
"I have work to do - not leaving you, just paperwork, really," he explained when Todd tensed, "but I have to get up. You can go back to sleep."
Lowering his head back to the floor, Todd just whuffled softly against Lorne's hip and clamped a hand down on his leg before going back to sleep.
Lorne swiftly squelched a sarcastic thought in response, sighing instead and turning his attention to freeing himself with the least disturbance to Todd and the rest of his team.
Webber joined Lorne at the table by the time Colonel Carter's summons came. He watched silently as Lorne stared at Todd, still asleep and using Lorne's discarded shirt for a pillow; then his commanding officer stood and left the apartment without a word.
