blue flamingos

Say Goodnight

Fandom: Stargate Atlantis/Stargate SG1

Category/Rated: Slash, PG

Year/Length: 2008/ ~410 words

Pairing: Lorne/Mitchell, Cadman

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

Author's Notes: For [info]miss_zedem, who wanted one hour after Promotion Day

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


"Okay," Laura said, draining the last of her wine and standing up, the scrape of her chair loud in the almost empty hotel bar. "I've got an early flight tomorrow, so I'm going to love you boys and leave you."

"Lightweight," Cam teased.

"If you say so." Laura grinned at him, and it wasn't until she raised the clear bottle to her lips that Evan realized she'd swiped his beer.

"Hey! I didn't even say anything."

"No, but his is empty," Laura said cheerfully.

Evan rolled his eyes, fighting down a grin as Cam laughed. He loved Atlantis, loved serving there, but he missed evenings like this, with his best friend and his boyfriend.

"So I buy you drinks, he insults you, and *I* end up getting my drink stolen? Nice, Cadman."

"Poor baby." Laura leaned down and hugged him from behind, her still-damp hair falling over his shoulder. Evan wrapped his hands around her arms, tilting his head back against her shoulder. "But you love me anyway."

"Unfortunately," he said.

She hugged him tighter for a moment then straightened. "And now I really am going to bed."

"Don't go without saying goodbye," Evan said.

"Nope. Night, Mitchell."

Cam raised one hand in a wave. "Have a good flight."

He leaned back in his chair as Laura left, his shirt sleeves rolled up, collar open, loose and relaxed and looking really good. Evan had shrugged off his uniform jacket once they'd gotten inside, and it was hard to look smart in a dress uniform that was still damp in patches. Not that either of them looked like anything other than military officers, however they were dressed.

Cam was smiling at him indulgently.

"What?" Evan asked.

Cam shook his head, still smiling. "Want another drink?"

Evan spun the empty bottle between his hands. "Not really."

"Me either. Wanna go?"


Waiting for the elevator, Cam slung his arm round Evan's shoulders, pulling him close. Evan went with it, figuring they could probably pass for drunk and overly-friendly, and not really caring if they couldn't. He was due back in Atlantis in two days.

"Hey," Cam said, close to his ear. "Did I tell you I'm proud of you?"

"Not that I remember," Evan said, leaning further into him.

"I'm so proud of you, Evan," Cam said, low and sincere.

There really wasn't any way to pass it off as anything except what it was, but Evan turned and kissed him anyway.

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