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Mar. 14th, 2008 03:35 pmHe’d say he’s getting tired of being called in to save Team Shep’s collective ass, but he’d be lying. He gets a little kick out of gloating about it afterwards. “Guess who had to call in the backup, yet again? Oh, right, sir. That’d be you.”
Still, he is getting a little tired of the trill of fear that runs down his spine when he thinks that maybe this time will be the one where he’s too late and they lose someone.
Like Teyla. Teyla who got stuck in some sort of energy signature life-boat with god knows how many other people.
Or like Sheppard, who crash landed a centuries-old spaceship into an unknown planet.
But this wasn’t that time. This time, he made it there, and Beckett patched everyone up, and the post-mission physicals were routine and boring, just the way he likes them, and the debriefing was put off until tomorrow to give them all a chance to recover.
So Lorne, tired and dirty and probably more sweaty than he’d like, trudges back to his quarters, having lost the helmet of his spacesuit somewhere along the way, and opens the door.
Still, he is getting a little tired of the trill of fear that runs down his spine when he thinks that maybe this time will be the one where he’s too late and they lose someone.
Like Teyla. Teyla who got stuck in some sort of energy signature life-boat with god knows how many other people.
Or like Sheppard, who crash landed a centuries-old spaceship into an unknown planet.
But this wasn’t that time. This time, he made it there, and Beckett patched everyone up, and the post-mission physicals were routine and boring, just the way he likes them, and the debriefing was put off until tomorrow to give them all a chance to recover.
So Lorne, tired and dirty and probably more sweaty than he’d like, trudges back to his quarters, having lost the helmet of his spacesuit somewhere along the way, and opens the door.
