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shanachie_quillCharacters: Evan Lorne/Aiden Bancroft-Lorne, Jonas MacFadden, Deke Zulu, Murray, Wall, Megan Reeves, Don Eppes, Charlie Eppes, David Sinclair, Colby Granger/Meredy Eppes-Granger
Fandom: Stargate: Atlantis, Numb3rs
Chapter: Down Time
Written For: Gommeroi (originally my co-author, now I’m finishing this for her)
Prompt:
Summary: Past and Present collide when Lorne and Aiden travel to LA to track down a goa'uld and meet with the Numb3rs team. Can everyone put their personal issues aside to find the bad guy in time?
Rating: PG-13 to NC-17
Spoilers: anything aired is fair game, but we went a bit AU; especially since we started writing this before everything had aired, we didn’t like all of the things that were going on and well, things just kinda got Jossed all around
Warnings: swearing, violence (although not worse than what was on the show), hey Aiden’s here of course there’s swearing, just general about what you’d see on the show, Marine shenanigans
Disclaimer: No one recognizable belongs to me; Meredy doesn’t belong to me either. Not making any money off of this.
Author's Note: Author's Note: And now the second half of what was supposed to be chapter seven. Enjoy and we're back to the case with the next chapter.
Standard disclaimer still stands.
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Evan watched Aiden as she walked aimlessly around the hotel suite. He would have expected her to be poking into everything and exploring since they hadn't stayed long earlier, but she wasn't really. He picked up the room service menu and glanced at it. "Aid, you want something to eat?" he asked.
"'M not hungry," she replied as her wandering took her into the bedroom.
Evan followed her, but stopped in the doorway to watch her. "You need to eat something, amour, especially since you threw up." He frowned. "Maybe you should go back home and have Keller run some more tests or at least back to Colorado and have Doctor Lam do a check-up."
Aiden turned and glared at him. "I'm fine, Evan. It was an aberration. I'm not sick. Stop being so overprotective."
He caught her arm as her circuit took her in front of him. She resisted him at first as he pulled her towards him, but then relaxed and allowed him to enfold her in his arms. He rested his cheek on the top of her head when she was snuggled up against him. "This isn't me being overprotective and you know it," he told her. He rubbed her back gently as she huddled in his embrace. "I'm worried about you. These mood swings for no reason aren't like you. Generally when you act like a bitch, there's a pretty good cause."
She tilted her head back to look up at him. "Evan Lorne, did you just call me a bitch?"
"Hey, if the shoe fits." He shrugged and grinned at her. "Now you need to eat something even if you aren't hungry so why don't you go run a bath to relax? And I'll order something from room service to try and tempt you." He turned her and pushed her towards the bathroom.
She glared at him again, but went in the direction of the bathroom willingly enough. "I am not a girl," she grumbled.
"Um, Aiden," he started, but gave up when she slammed the door. He called down to room service and ordered food for them both; something light for Aiden and a more substantial meal for himself. After he hung up, he couldn't remember exactly what he ordered, but he hoped she would at least try to eat.
He had kicked off his sneakers and was headed into the bathroom to check on her when the cell rang. Reversing directions, he scooped the phone up and flipped it open. "Lorne."
"Ah, Evan, it's Daniel. Sorry, wrong Lorne. Did I dial the wrong number?"
"Not unless you were trying to call the room. Aid doesn't have a cell. Did you need her for something important?" Evan hunted through the duffels as he spoke, looking for comfortable clothes for Aiden and himself.
"She asked me to send her some files. I did and I just wanted to go over a couple of things with her," Daniel replied.
"Does it have to be done tonight? She's had a bad day. We went to a scene, which was rough, and she's pretty wrung out from that and the traveling."
"No, I suppose it can wait." He sighed. "On second thought, we've got a mission tomorrow. I really do need... No, wait. I'll email her my thoughts and then leave my notes with Nyan. She can contact him if she has any questions."
"Okay, thanks, Daniel. I'd really like her to relax tonight."
"No problem. Good luck and all that."
Evan realized the other man was about to hang up. "Daniel, wait."
"What?"
"Any news on the clearances for the agents?" Evan questioned.
There was a rustling of papers on the other end of the phone and Evan could hear Daniel muttering to himself. After a moment, the archaeologist replied, "Agents Granger, Granger, and Sinclair are cleared for information on a need to know basis. Is that right? Or did they clear the same person twice?"
Evan laughed. "It's right. There are two Grangers; a husband and wife team."
"All right then. Anything else?"
"No. Thanks for the help, Daniel."
"Like I said, 'no problem'. Bye."
As Evan closed the phone, there was a knock on the door and a voice called, "Room service."
Evan grumbled and tossed the phone onto the bed, picking up his nine millimeter from the table. Crossing the room, he peered through the peephole. Seeing just a young waiter and the cart, he opened the door, keeping the gun against his leg. "Just leave it over there," he told the boy, motioning with his free hand towards the table area.
"I can set it up real nice for you and your lady, sir," the kid said.
"No thank you. We're not ready to eat," Evan replied. He could feel his muscles tensing over having someone else in the room. On a good day, he didn't like strangers invading his private space and today with all the changes, the scene, and Aiden's mood swings had not been a good day.
"Evan," Aiden called from the bathroom, "are you joining me?"
The kid grinned at Aiden's question, but quickly wilted under the force of Evan's glare. "I'll just, um, leave everything, um, here, um, for you," he stammered out, "and when...when you're done, put the cart out...outside the door."
"Thanks." Evan felt bad for scaring the kid so he slipped him a fifty as he let the kid out of the room. Evan knew it was an outrageous tip for what the kid had done, but it was worth it for the scare he had given the boy.
After locking the door, he crossed the room and let himself into the bathroom, locking that door behind him. Aiden raised an eyebrow at his actions and the gun still in his hand. "Paranoid much?"
"You aren't paranoid if they are out to get you," he replied, setting the gun on the counter. "Feeling any better?"
She shrugged. "A little." She grinned and indicated the small pond-sized tub she was lounging in. "I'd feel a lot better with my husband's company. Join me? There's plenty of room."
"Are you sure you're feeling up to that?" he asked, even as he began to untuck his t-shirt.
She licked her lips as his firm stomach was revealed to her gaze. "Ev, right now all I'm feeling is an overwhelming urge for you to be wet, naked, and inside me so, yes, I'd say I'm feeling a hell of a lot better." She grinned wickedly as his hands paused on the button of his jeans at her words. "Don't stop what you're doing," she warned. "Wet jeans are a bitch to get off."
Knowing she was perfectly capable of carrying out her implied threat and dragging him into the tub, half-dressed, Evan quickly stripped out of the rest of his clothes and slipped into the tub. Aiden straddled his legs as his ass hit the bottom of the tub and immediately claimed his mouth in a brutal kiss. When she drew back to breathe, he said, "Aid, we need to talk about these mood swings."
"Talk later. Fuck now," she replied, diving in for another kiss. Giving up on getting a coherent conversation out of her and losing his own thought processes as her knowing hands and mouth worked his body, he gave into her demands.
Evan shifted Aiden in his arms so he could lean forward and reach the taps. He let some water out and ran the hot in; warming up the water they were lounging in before leaning back again. Her eyes remained closed through this whole process, but he knew she wasn't asleep. "You ready to talk now?" he asked quietly.
Aiden shook her head. "Not really." She shifted in his arms so she was lying on her side. "But I suppose I have to."
"You know I love you and its worry that's making me press you, right?"
"Yes, grá." She sighed and snuggled deeper into his embrace, causing him to tighten his arms. "I don't know what's making my moods swing so drastically. I know you're worried and if I had an answer I'd give it to you. I just know that one minute I feel like I want to burst into tears, then it's all I can do not to rip everyone's head off or shoot someone. Then you look at me or say something and I just want to strip your clothes off and take you as deep inside me as you'll go." She squeezed the arms that held her tightly. "Evan, I'm scared."
He shook his head to get the last image out of it. "Aiden, we need to go back to the SGC and have Doctor Lam test you."
"No," she protested. "No. Absolutely not!"
"Aiden..."
"NO!" She softened her tone when he jumped. "I talked to Meredy earlier. She's going to get me an appointment with her doctor."
"Are you sure that's a good idea?"
"Whether it's a good idea or not, that's what's going to happen. She's going to get me an appointment as soon as she can. If something comes up abnormal, we'll deal with it. Evan, please, I need to do it this way. I can't explain it, but this is the way I need to do it."
He nodded. "All right. I'm going on record with not being happy about this though."
She kissed him softly. "Done. Now can we get out? I'm starting to turn into a prune and I hate eating them so I really don't want to look like one." He laughed and shifted her off his lap, then got out, helping her out after his feet were firmly on the ground. He handed her a towel and took one for himself, keeping a close eye on her as she dried herself off. She caught him staring and grinned. "Evan," she drawled, "you've seen the show before."
He shook his head and flicked his towel at her. "Doesn't mean I don't appreciate it. Come on, the food is probably cold, but we have a microwave and can warm it up." As they left the bathroom, he slung an arm around her shoulders. "I pulled out some comfortable clothes for you so why don't you pull those on and go settle yourself on the couch by the fireplace. I'll put the food in to warm, then come start a fire. Daniel sent you some email, but I'd rather you didn't look at it tonight."
Aiden pulled on the sweatpants and t-shirt that Evan had picked out for her. "Food and a fire sounds fantastic. And I think spending time with you and no work sounds even better. Since from the sounds of it Daniel's emails aren't Earth shattering, I'll leave them alone." She kissed his nose. "Warm up the food and then come join me. I think I can figure out how to lay the fire."
"Uh, Aiden, you and flammables..." Evan started as she wandered into the living room of the suite.
"Relax, Ev," she called back to him. "I promise not to set anything but the wood on fire."
He turned his attention to the food, deciding to trust her. He was glad they were going to spend the rest of the evening together; they got so little time to be just themselves. He grinned as he heard her voice rise in song from the other room. He couldn't understand the words, but he recognized the tune as the one she had been singing when they first met. She only sang it when she wanted to piss someone off or when she was very happy. Tonight he knew she was singing because she was content. He picked up the plates as the microwave beeped and went to join his wife, still thrilled by the thought of those words.
