Untitled Lorne/Zelenka ficlet by scheherezhad
Rating: G
Summary: Lorne has news, and a question.
Disclaimer: Not mine, making no money, yadda.
Author’s notes: Written for a drabble-a-thon to support No On Proposition 8.
Feedback: scheherezhad@yahoo.com
"Look, Radek, I know this is out of nowhere, and I didn't want to spring it on you like this, but you know how rumors get around here, so I wanted to tell you first," Evan babbled as he walked into the lab, nervous like he hadn't been since the first time he'd asked a girl to dance. He abruptly sat down next to Radek at his workbench.
Radek watched him with a little smile, the one that threw Evan off-balance every time he saw it. "Go on," he said, nudging his glasses up his nose a little.
"I, uh, we've been together a while, now, been through a lot together, right?" Been through Replicators and Asgard, births and deaths, crew rotations and almost weekly disasters, been through the damn scariest month of their lives in the final battle against the Wraith.
"Including very manly shows of relief in control room, yes?" Radek asked archly, referring to the kiss they'd shared once the last Hive had been destroyed. He curled his hand around Evan's, out of sight beneath the workbench. "We have been through very much."
Evan squeezed his hand. "There was news in the databurst today. Big news. And I thought. I wanted. We can--" He stopped and took a breath, then looked Radek straight in the eye. "Radek, will--"
Radek cut him off with a kiss. "Yes, Evan, I will marry you."
Someone across the room yelled, "Pay up, Simpson! Lorne broke before Sheppard."
Evan and Radek both laughed, and Radek said, "I heard already this morning. Rodney has been a nervous wreck, waiting to see if Colonel Sheppard will ask." He kissed Evan again, ignoring the catcalls. "You are on duty soon. Go on."
"I'll see you for dinner, then?" Evan asked, standing.
"You will maybe have to rescue me from Rodney," Radek warned. "But now I am owed coffee from betting pool and must collect."
Evan smiled broadly and leaned in to kiss Radek once more before he left. He could do that now. No more sneaking, no more half-truths and excuses, no more hiding what they were, and soon they'd have the rings and the papers that made it a new kind of real. "See you tonight," he said, and as he left the lab, he found himself whistling.
You can also read the McShep follow-up ficlet by beadattitude here.
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