blue flamingos

End of December: Colby/Lorne

Fandom: Stargate:SGA/Numb3rs

Category/Rated: Slash/PG

Year/Length: 2011/344 words

Pairing: Colby/Lorne

Spoilers:

Disclaimer: No, I don't own them, for which I should think they're profoundly grateful.

Author's Notes: For fyrefly101, who wanted Colby/Lorne, happy ending and hot drinks

Feedback: Yes please. Even if it's bad. Especially if it's bad.

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"Hey."

Colby stops in the process of pulling on his gloves. Evan's standing just outside the door to the FBI building, a steaming take-out container in each gloved hand. He's wearing a long, dark coat and thick scarf, but Colby's pretty sure he's in uniform under that.

"I thought you had a late meeting."

Evan shrugs, handing over one of the cups. "Got cancelled, I figured I'd see if I could catch you here."

"Congratulations," Colby says dryly. The cup is warm in his hands, and when he lifts the lid, he smells chocolate instead of the coffee he was expecting. "Thanks."

Evan smiles, the way he does when they're somewhere that kissing hello isn't appropriate, even with Don't Ask Don't Tell over for the better part of a year. For all that it's noticeably getting better, rising stars in the military establishment can't kiss their FBI agent partners in the middle of Washington DC and expect to keep rising. Not yet. "It feels like thirty below out here."

"The forecast said it's an unusually mild winter." Colby has no idea if that's true, but he also doesn't much care. Considering Colby's the one who lived in LA, Evan has developed a deep and abiding dislike for the cold since they moved to Washington two years ago.

"The forecast lies." Evan turns in the direction of their apartment, one hand ghosting over the back of Colby's coat. "They're trying to make everyone feel better about the constant snow."

"It's not snowing right now."

"It will." Evan gives the sky a dark glare, tucking his scarf closer.

"You can use it as an excuse to stay inside with the chinchillas."

"The chinchillas hate me," Evan says, with which Colby can't really argue. "David's still coming for dinner, right?"

"Yes, but he made me promise you won't invite anyone else to try to set him up."

"Not this time," Evan says.

"He'll stop visiting one day."

"I'll find him someone before then."

Colby laughs at him, sips his chocolate, and walks home, next to his partner.


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