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31 October 2006 @ 10:24 am
Where the Fruit Is (2/2) (Lorne/Zelenka)  
Title: Where The Fruit Is
Author: pierson
Beta(e): rosewildeirish, imagechild
Pairing: Zelenka/Lorne
Rating: R
Spoilers: Season Two, "Grace Under Pressure" (02x14)
Written For: iocane, who wanted 'Zelenka and Lorne talk about their bosses (gen or slash)'
Summary: Don't be afraid to go out on a limb. That's where the fruit is.

Part 1



A job that would've taken six minutes to finish turns into fifteen with Rodney butting in, but then Radek gets a flash of inspiration and thinks he can boost the signal significantly if he just...and Rodney says ”hm, what about that...” and then Radek looks for a scrap of paper, but can't find one, and scribbles equations on his left forearm with a Sharpie and Rodney says, ”no, no, a retarded baboon can do a better job than your feeble-minded attempts,” and then Radek scribbles equations on his right forearm and in his excitement Rodney almost dislocates his elbow trying to read them, and then they're taking everything apart again, arguing and insulting one another and when they're finally done, they've increased the signal strength by eight point seven five percent, both of them have math on every available skin surface, and Radek hums happily, sitting shoulder to shoulder with Rodney on the floor of the cockpit, listening to Rodney wax rhapsodic about his latest pet theories on wave compression, knowing he'll poke holes in them tomorrow, after he's had sufficient coffee.

Radek's been peripherally aware of Evan as he brought them powerbars and water while they worked. Even though numbers and schematics filled his mind, and his hands flew nimbly over the jumper comm system, he could not keep his eyes from the occasional slide across Evan's shoulders, along the curve of powerful biceps, the clean, pure line of his neck. The potential for kissing, for touching, for coming at someone else's hand than his own, is far more distracting than it should be, even with his exceptional ability to focus on a problem before him.

The thud of Evan's boots on the ramp makes Radek open his eyes. The hum of awareness rushes beneath his skin, and a part of him thinks such adolescent hormonal surges are beneath him, but still, he likes it. It makes him feel fully alive, inhabiting his body instead of existing as merely a brain with a convenient set of hands.

”Hey, Docs,” Evan says, and while his voice sounds as easy-going as it always does, and his expression appears amused, his eyes are dark. ”You guys about ready to pack it in and head back toward Atlantis? Not that I mind standing around for five hours on a gorgeous beach on a gorgeous day, but...”

Rodney blinks. ”It's been five hours? God, no wonder my back is killing me. Plus, cramped up in a restricted space with someone made up entirely of sharp knees and elbows? I'll undoubtedly be a mass of unsightly bruises.” He makes little grumbling sounds as he gets to his feet.

”Science is a harsh mistress,” Radek says seriously, but he can't stop his mouth from quirking upward. ”And you are her most whiny subject.”

”Save your pathetic attempts at wit,” Rodney replies with a scowl. He rubs at his arms, covered in a mixture of his blocky writing and Radek's looping scrawl. ”This will never come off, will it? I'm doomed to have this on me until it wears off, right? Great. Just great. What if there are toxic substances leaching into my system even as we speak? Poison could be affecting my incredibly valuable brain right now.”

Radek rolls his eyes. ”You might also take into consideration untold years of exposure to whiteboard markers. I'm sure there's some sort of cumulative effect. Perhaps you should have Carson check that out. You can never be too careful of your giant brain, you know.”

Rodney snorts, but Radek catches the glimmer of amusement in his bright blue eyes. ”Maybe I will. I haven't annoyed him for at least four days. I'm sure I feel a hypoglycemic crisis coming on.”

”Didn't you have a powerbar every hour on the hour?” Evan asks, because he doesn't know Rodney well enough to recognize the odd and capricious sense of humor. Although he stands still and steady, Radek can almost feel the tension radiating from him. ”I'd think that you'd be fine, doing that.”

”And do you have a medical degree in your back pocket, hmm? No? Then I think you'd better stick to shooting things,” Rodney says, packing up tools into his backpack.

”Yeah, that thought did just occur,” Evan drawls.

”Oh, very amusing.” Rodney's eyes narrow, but there are few things he likes better than arguing with someone, and his chin lifts, a sign that things will quickly devolve, especially as Evan's crossed his arms over his chest. Radek's not in the mood to hear yelling, and decides on an intervention.

”McKay,” Radek says, ”stop stealing my tools. You have your own.” He snaps his fingers imperiously and Rodney's attention shifts from Evan to him, just as he wished. ”Spanner. Give it to me, please.”

”Oh, for god's sakes,” Rodney says, exasperated, and reaches into his backpack and pulls out the tool, slapping it into Radek's palm. ”You have unnatural attachments to the oddest things. You're still bitching about that pen I borrowed and then lost three weeks ago.”

”And a very nice pen it was--will never find another like it,” Radek says. ”Besides, what is mine, I keep. You know this.”

”Whatever,” Rodney says, and zips up his pack. ”I'm leaving now. I might actually make it back to Atlantis for dinner before the jarheads eat everything.” He turns and walks briskly out of the jumper, and the moment he steps out into the sun and into the soft, deep sand, Radek hears the complaining begin, and it doesn't cease until Rodney steps into Jumper Eight and closes the back hatch.

”He's a piece of work,” Evan says with grudging admiration, looking after him.

”He is McKay, a force of nature unto himself,” Radek replies with a shrug, because yes, that explains all.

Radek holds out a hand, and Evan's wraps around it, warm, and together they pull him to his feet. Evan doesn't let go his hand, but instead, pulls Radek closer. Radek feels his heart trip, then patter into a quicker rhythm, because the look Evan offers him is almost incendiary, and he is not accustomed to such a thing.

”You planning on using that wrench right now?” Evan asks, one corner of his mouth curling upward.

”Perhaps. A man with a screwdriver and a spanner can remake the world,” Radek replies, and watches as Evan gently pulls the spanner from his hand and drops it onto the pilot's seat.

”Remake it later,” Evan says, and oh, Radek loves the way his voice dips lower. One hand curls around the nape of Radek's neck, fingers tangling in the loose curls. ”Did I tell you that I have a real jones for smart guys?”

”Never have I been so grateful for my intellect,” Radek replies fervently.

Evan's fingers slip down over Radek's shoulder, down his arm, the sensation muted until he comes to bared forearm. He wraps a hand around Radek's narrow wrist, and gently turns the arm outward so they both can see the equations. With the fingertips of his other hand, Evan traces lightly over the black numbers and symbols, and Radek shivers, his breath catching on a little moan. Every nerve in his arm seems to run in a direct line to his cock, and as Evan strokes, Radek gets hard again. Or perhaps merely harder. He's not sure, between Evan's presence and the joyous thrill of taking something apart and making it work better, if he ever went completely soft.

”Five hours. Five hours I listened to you guys argue math and physics and mechanics and computers, and let me tell you, I don't think I've ever been so hard for so long.”

Radek puts his free hand on Evan's stomach, so warm beneath his black tee shirt. Evan sucks in a quick breath, and Radek can feel the quiver of muscles beneath his palm. His fingers trail over the heavy belt, and he spreads his hand over the front of the BDUs. Through the thick material, he can feel Evan, so very hard. Evan bucks under his touch and the little noise that escapes him is one Radek wants to hear again, and soon. ”Yes, you are very hard,” Radek murmurs.

Evan's breath is warm against his mouth, reddened lips slightly open, his eyes closed, lashes short and thick and black. They are almost of a height, and he likes that they are practically nose to nose, which could prove very interesting once they find themselves horizontal. And Radek plans to discover just how interesting as soon as possible. He runs the heel of his palm firmly down the length of Evan's erection, then further, between his legs, cupping the weight of him. Evan surges toward him, and they stumble a half-step back, thumping against the co-pilot's chair.

Evan's eyes fly open, hazy-dark. ”Jesus,” he says thickly. ”Don't do that,” he says, reaching between them to wrap his fingers around Radek's wrist and pull him away. ”It's been too long, and I'll go off right here and now.”

”Would that be so very bad?” Radek asks, and works his other wrist free long enough to wrap his arm around Evan's waist and pull him close, fingers knotting in the back of Evan's shirt to anchor him in place.

Radek watches the bob of adam's apple as Evan swallows hard and he can't resist licking across it, sucking lightly, feeling the moan vibrate against his tongue even as he hears it. Evan's scent is all around him, male and musky, and he can taste salt as he licks up Evan's neck, can feel his shudder, can feel his fingers tightening around his wrist.

”Yeah,” Evan manages, as Radek shifts enough to press his cock against a sturdy thigh, and yes, yes, so much better. His teeth close gently on the skin over Evan's jaw, beard stubble scraping against his lips, rasping against his tongue when he licks. He gets another of those little helpless sounds, and he can't help the roll of his hips against Evan's thigh.

And then, abruptly, Evan isn't there, stepping back so quickly Radek staggers. Evan's hand on his arm steadies him, then leaves him. He feels cold without Evan's heat against him, and want is a steady pulse in his blood, throbbing in his cock.

Evan looks flushed and aroused and utterly wonderful and completely miserable as he rubs a hand over his face. Radek's gratified that Evan shakes as much as he does. He looks at Radek, his expression a mix of regret, wryness, and naked want.

He starts to say something, clears his throat, and tries again. ”I may have bitten off more than I can chew,” he finally manages.

”There has been no biting yet from you,” Radek complains. ”I have been paying very close attention.” He reaches down and adjusts himself, shifting uncomfortably; he he hasn't been this hard, this frustrated in a very long time. Evan's eyes drop to watch his hands avidly, and for a moment he's tempted to stroke himself, to see if he could get Evan close again. He thinks he could, but forces himself to cross his arms over his chest, hands clenched into fists to make them behave.

Evan's gaze flicks back to his face. ”Not yet,” he says, and then his voice grows stronger. ”And not here. I want to—Christ, you have no idea how much—but not here. Not while I'm on duty.”

Radek raises an eyebrow, because he's fairly sure that all the kissing and touching they've done is not considered proper behavior for his on-duty status, and Evan has the grace to flush darker. ”Well. I'm not made of stone,” he says defensively.

”No, you are not,” Radek replies. ”You are very much warm flesh and blood.” He can still feel the solid heat of Evan against his hands, against his body, taste the salt of his skin, hear his little moans when he does something pleasing to him. He wants more, much more of Evan, wants to take his time, to savor him, to appreciate him.

”In two hours, I'm no longer on duty,” Evan offers. ”If you're still interested.”

Radek unfolds his arms and gestures to his tented trousers with a flourish. ”Have you any doubt?”

”Um,” Evan says, and Radek's been around him enough to know that Evan's seldom at a loss for words. ”Guess not.” He runs a hand through his hair, down the back of his neck, and Radek wants so much to touch. ”Let's get going, okay? I for one really want to get back to Atlantis.” Evan smiles at him, and the warmth of it settles in Radek's chest.

”Yes,” Radek replies, and when Evan picks up the spanner from the pilot's seat and hands it to him, he takes it without saying or doing anything else, because the promise of sex, of sex with Evan, of more than just a quick grope and rub, is excellent motivation for good behavior.

They move around, readying the jumper for flight, Radek running an experienced, critical eye over readouts as he packs tools and rewinds cables. He'd been careful before Rodney's accident, but since then, he's been even more exacting and demanding. When Evan hits the control to raise the back ramp, Radek makes his way back to the co-pilot's seat and settles in. Before him, the HUD flashes screen after screen of information at a dizzying rate as Evan does his preflight yet again because Radek and Rodney had been working on the systems. Radek appreciates his thoroughness.

”Ready to go?” Evan asks, and Radek hears the main engines come to humming life. There are fewer sounds more beautiful than a perfectly-tuned piece of machinery, though the noises he's coaxed from Evan today come very close indeed.

He nods once, his fingers tightening on his notebook. And then they're lifting up into the blue, blue skies. Radek feels the tight squeeze of fear for a moment, then slides past the bulk of it; he's gone over systems, ensured they're running perfectly, and he knows Evan is an excellent pilot. He will never be free of the fear, but he can handle it.

”You okay?” Evan asks after a moment.

Radek takes a deep breath and lets it out before answering, ”Yes, I think so.”

”Good,” Evan says with a little smile, and turns his attention to piloting.

Radek's fingers run over his notebook bringing up screens of schematics, power consumption curves, and while most of his attention focuses on that, and another part loops back to the equations Rodney gave him, and yet another slips through the equations written dark on his forearms, a small, tiny part puzzles over his sudden good fortune. He'd certainly never anticipated this turn of events; he'd been quietly nursing his attraction to Evan, expecting it to remain unrequited, something he brought out late at night to think about, to comfort himself, to ease the loneliness and fear he feels. It seems almost too fortuitous, and although he doesn't have Rodney's raging paranoia, he's still a little suspicious.

Yet he cannot deny Evan's immediate response to him, the way his mouth had opened eagerly for him, the way his hands had felt so gentle, the insistent push of hard cock against his belly. The chemistry between them feels strong and genuine.

”I can practically feel you thinking,” Evan says after a few moments, his voice mild. ”And I can guess what part of it is about. It's probably stupid of me to say this, but—don't overanalyze it.”

”Atlantis is filled with the brilliant—most have a minimum of two doctorates—and so I am just curious why it is me,” Radek says frankly, pushing his glasses up his nose. He knows well his own worth, because he is not a stupid man nor one with many self-esteem issues, but he is socially aware enough to know that appearances do matter, and others are more pleasing to the eye. He's simply not cared, before. In truth he doesn't care now beyond the curiosity factor, because Evan could easily have anyone he chose and Radek, who hears most of the gossip in Atlantis, has never heard a word about Evan sleeping around with anyone.

Evan gives a short little laugh. ”Man, you're really not like McKay at all, are you? Radek. You're brilliant in ways I can't even begin to understand. Creative. Amusing. Focused. Intent. Dedicated. Loyal. Passionate. Braver than you think. What's not to like?”

Radek blinks, then feels his mouth tug upward. It has been years—since Magdaléna, actually—that anyone has said such things to him, and as he remembers, she had said very much the same thing, with the same gentle exasperation. He's not quite sure what to say in response, but finally says, ”Thank you, Evan.” A moment after that, he says in addition, ”I value you very much, as well.” As a declaration to a soon-to-be lover, it is not much but he means it sincerely. He has always been awkward with such things as he is facile in science; he has always been much better showing exactly how much he values someone.

The smile Evan turns on him is bright, formed of layers of attraction and fondness and appreciation for who he is. Radek feels warmed by it, and doesn't resist the impulse to reach out and stroke his hand across Evan's forearm, fingertips resting for a moment on the surprisingly soft skin at inner elbow. From the little shift in Evan's expression, he knows it is enough.

Their flight continues on. Radek checks and rechecks the systems, both those he repaired, and the comm system he and Rodney worked on together, and they all read perfectly. It's curiosity and professionalism and busywork all at once; focused on the jumper, he doesn't have time to worry and fret about flight and the ocean stretching below them, cold and deep. He finds that contemplation of the nape of Evan's neck, a sweet, graceful, lightly-tanned line, and the movements of his quick deft hands, are good for distraction, as well.

”Command, this is Jumper Five,” Evan says smoothly. ”We're inbound, ETA eight minutes.”

”Jumper Five, this is Command,” Sergeant Campbell's voice is clear and crisp again on the speakers. ”We have you confirmed. Welcome back home.”

The exchange is, strictly speaking, unnecessary, but Radek likes it regardless, particularly how comfortable, how natural it is now to view Atlantis as home. Besides Prague, it is the only place he has truly loved—anywhere else has simply been a place he occupied, but here, it is truly his home, gained and kept by blood and sweat and sheer dogged determination.

Evan clears his throat, and Radek looks up at him over his glasses. Radek can't exactly catagorize the expression or body language, but it looks almost like mild embarrassment, and he feels the stir of curiosity. Evan has said nothing, did nothing that he can recall that would be a cause for such—well, there was a certain amount of kissing and touching that was certainly inappropriate, but Evan doesn't seem to regret any of that, and Radek certainly cannot.

”I think that maybe I should get something straight between us,” he finally says, as Atlantis becomes visible on the horizon.

”I'm perfectly aware of the need for discretion,” Radek says, settling into the co-pilot's seat. ”I have had clearance on top-secret projects for many years now, and know how to keep quiet.”

Evan flashes a grin at him. ”Well, that's good to know, but I sorta had that figured out on my own. I'm talking about this morning.”

”Yes?” Radek can't recall anything from earlier either, but figures that Evan will tell him if he's patient enough. Radek has prodigious amounts of patience, cultivated by long years with Rodney.

”I didn't exactly tell you the truth this morning.” When Radek looks at him inquisitively, Evan says, ”Well, most of it was true—Lieutenant Walker really is sick. But the part about not being able to find another pilot? Not so true. Sergeant Chang could've filled in. I took his place, instead.” Evan glances at Radek. ”Like I said, I really enjoyed working with you, talking to you. I...missed it. I saw your name on the roster, and since our paths don't seem to cross much anymore, I thought I'd grab the chance. To have some time alone with you, to sorta feel you out, see if you might want the same thing I've wanted for a while.” He rubs the back of his neck, and offers a half-grin. ”Turns out I felt you up, instead.”

”I'm fairly certain it was reciprocal,” Radek replies with a little laugh. ”And I'm absolutely certain I didn't complain, either.” And how ironic it is that while he avoided Evan because he didn't think he could ever have him, Evan had been looking for ways to get them together? He will find it more amusing later, he thinks.

He's very flattered that Evan went to the trouble, touched. He obviously means something to Evan, and Evan certainly means something to him—he can't deny that, nor does he wish to do so. It would be so very easy to become attached to Evan, perhaps even more; Evan is so warm, and he hasn't realized how cold he's been for so long. It is a winter of his own making, because after Magdaléna died, he pulled his grief tightly about himself and buried himself in his work, thinking that it would be enough and for a long time, it was.

It isn't, anymore.

He's tired of being alone, and now, he doesn't have to be. It isn't something safe, something secure; Evan is a soldier, and it would be so easy to lose him to a mission gone wrong—they so often do. He can too easily calculate the risks. But it's time to take a chance, to reach for the ripe fruit out on the limb.

”Good. Because I'd like to do that again, and more, really soon,” Evan says quietly, and while it could sound salacious, it doesn't, just very honest, and that honesty is one of the first things that Radek had discovered he'd liked about him.

”I think that perhaps we can work something out,” Radek replies, and within he feels warm and happy and light. He feels freer than he has for a very long time, perhaps years, filled with bubbling potential. He likes it, very much, and it could prove addictive. ”Perhaps you could come by my quarters this evening, and we might discover something that we both find agreeable.” He reaches out and runs a thumb over Evan's wrist, a slow caress that promises much. ”And mutually satisfactory.”

Evan grins. ”Oh, I'm pretty damn sure about that,” he replies, and Radek returns his smile as Atlantis fills their viewscreen, beautiful and golden.

.:fin:.

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A Hedgehog: gate gate gatesarspasm on November 1st, 2006 09:50 am (UTC)
This is beautiful, and real, and so completely in-character, and just...yeah. Lovely. I really have nothing more substantial to add to that.
Deirdre: Zelenka talk to mepierson on November 6th, 2006 05:47 pm (UTC)
What a nice comment! I'm so glad you liked it, and thank you for taking the time to feedback--I really appreciate it. :-)
GreenKey: sga - z smart is sexygreen_key on November 2nd, 2006 12:20 am (UTC)
Your Radek is the character I see when I watch SGA, only fleshed out beautifully. His voice, his demeanor, his mannerisms. Brilliant. I love the attraction that builds quickly. And the equations written on Radek's arms and how they get Evan hot. I could go on and on. Brilliant story. Thank you!
Deirdre: Zelenka saturated colorpierson on November 6th, 2006 05:53 pm (UTC)
I can't tell you how happy it makes me when someone says they like the characterization--it's the ultimate compliment. *happy bounce*

This was such fun to write. I wasn't sure about Lorne, but I've liked him from the first time I saw him--obviously smart, dry sense of humor, pretty unflappable. And much with the pretteh. Heh. I've been wanting to see if I could pair them up, and this challenge gave me the excuse. :-)

I'm glad you liked it, and thanks for taking the time to comment!
northern: sga rodneynorthernveil on November 2nd, 2006 03:25 pm (UTC)
Quiet and calm, the way your stories seem to be now. I liked it - very comfortable. :D
Deirdre: Zelenka profilepierson on November 6th, 2006 05:54 pm (UTC)
Aww, thanks, sweets! *hugs you*
iocane: kavaniocane on November 2nd, 2006 07:12 pm (UTC)
*squees* *squees some more* *wraps herself in this fic and goes to a lovely happy place*

This is everything I could have hoped for. So sweet and hot and juuuust right. You'v got Radek's voice pretty darn near perfect as far as I'm concerned, lovely, wonderful and just ... awesome. I'd go on but I'm close to sounding like a thesaurus as it is. :)

(Sorry it took so long to reply - wanted to have time to sit down and read and properly savor)
Deirdre: Dr.pierson on November 6th, 2006 05:58 pm (UTC)
Heh. And just how amusing is it that I wrote for you and you wrote for me? Pretty damn funny, I tell you. :-D

I'm so glad you liked it. It was really a lot of fun to write, and came together so nicely--it was a great prompt. I love Radek of course, and I'd been wanting to try pairing him with Lorne, and this was the best excuse. I've liked Lorne since I first saw him onscreen--obviously smart, wry, dry sense of humor, and practically unflappable. So yay for you!

:-)
Maria: Kav - enemyria_kukalaka on November 3rd, 2006 02:27 pm (UTC)
Oh this is just wonderful. I love the way Radek talks about Rodney - such honest respect and admiration, despite his flaws. The Lorne/Radek scene on the beach - SO VERY HOT, despite the fact that they were mainly just kissing! And Rodney interrupting it, literally, made laugh out loud. All your characterisations are perfect, I absolutely adore your Radek voice. I won't start quoting my favourite bits, 'cause I'll be here all day, but it was all very, very good. And this was the first time I've been sold on Evan as a first name for Lorne.
Deirdre: Zelanka pinkpierson on November 6th, 2006 06:05 pm (UTC)
It was *such* a good prompt--I was really lucky. The story just fell into place around it. That's the way I see Rodney--he has many, many flaws, but just as many good qualities, and no one ever seems to focus on them, canonically. Which is a real shame, because Rodney is a good guy, and really so brave.

I prolly rated the story too high, given it was just a bit of kissing and a little gropage, but anyhoo. I'm glad you think it's hot, because I never think anything I write is. :-) And yes, Rodney *would* interrupt!

I'm so glad you liked the story, and thanks so much for taking the time to drop a comment--I appreciate it.

(And I need to read the other stories. Sheesh.)
Wychwood: SGA - Zelenka Weir Tetriswychwood on November 3rd, 2006 09:09 pm (UTC)
Aww :) I like your Radek a lot, and the snippets of history you give him. Your Rodney is hilarious in his scene-stealing appearance, and this para:

A job that would've taken six minutes to finish turns into fifteen with Rodney butting in, but then Radek gets a flash of inspiration and thinks he can boost the signal significantly if he just...and Rodney says ”hm, what about that...” and then Radek looks for a scrap of paper, but can't find one, and scribbles equations on his left forearm with a Sharpie and Rodney says, ”no, no, a retarded baboon can do a better job than your feeble-minded attempts,” and then Radek scribbles equations on his right forearm and in his excitement Rodney almost dislocates his elbow trying to read them, and then they're taking everything apart again, arguing and insulting one another and when they're finally done, they've increased the signal strength by eight point seven five percent, both of them have math on every available skin surface, and Radek hums happily, sitting shoulder to shoulder with Rodney on the floor of the cockpit, listening to Rodney wax rhapsodic about his latest pet theories on wave compression, knowing he'll poke holes in them tomorrow, after he's had sufficient coffee.

is just awesome, and I love it. The dynamic between the two of them is really great.

I like your Lorne, as well; I'm having some trouble adjusting to the "Evan" thing! But he's a good man, and an interesting one.
Deirdre: Zelenka textpierson on November 6th, 2006 06:38 pm (UTC)
I have much love for Radek--he's my favorite character. *pets his fuzzy head*

And Rodney--yes, I think he gets short shrift in the series. While he's a good foil, good comic relief, I think they play that card too much and don't show just how invaluable he is, how he really does have good qualities that are never mentioned. He's a great character, and I just love his interactions with Radek. I just wish they had more of them. :-)

I liked Lorne from the first time I saw him. He's obviously smart, has a wry, dry wit, and is almost unflappable. I'd been wanting to try to pair him with Radek, and this gave me the perfect excuse.

I'm not so good with the whole "Evan" thing--he'll always be "Nick" to me for some reason. But I can roll with it.

I'm glad you liked the story, and thanks for dropping a comment!
Fishbaumfishbaum on November 6th, 2006 05:36 am (UTC)
Oh, that was wonderful! I've always liked Radek, and Lorne seems like he's good enough for our Czech. :) Thanks for sharing -- and if the evening's activities happened to get written, I'd love it!!
Deirdre: Zelenka data and computerspierson on November 6th, 2006 06:43 pm (UTC)
Radek is such a sweetie, isn't he? Much love for him.

I've liked Lorne from the beginning, and have been wanting to try to pair him somehow with Radek, and this was the perfect excuse. It also gave me a chance to sing Rodney's praises--he's too often the butt of jokes, isn't taken seriously, has his skills and intelligence and ingenuity downplayed canonically, which just isn't right.

Rose kept saying, "you're quiting? what do you mean it's ending NOW? write the rest of it!" *laughs* Maybe some other time. :-)

I'm glad you liked it, and thanks for dropping a comment!
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Deirdre: Zelenka feeling goodpierson on November 6th, 2006 06:49 pm (UTC)
*pets Radek's fuzzy head* Much love for him, oh yes.

I've always liked Lorne, and had been idly thinking that I'd like to put him with Radek, either friendship or more, and this was the perfect excuse. It was an excellent prompt, and also gave me the chance to sing Rodney's praises--he's so often (too often, if you ask me) used as comic relief, and while that's not bad in small doses, they neglect Rodney's intelligence, ingenuity, loyalty, his skills. And that's a shame. He's a great character, much more than just the butt of jokes. *steps off soapbox* ;-)

I'm glad you liked it, and thanks for commenting!
Vera: big gun - maj. lornecopracat on November 6th, 2006 11:50 am (UTC)
That was most fine. You give good Zelenka.
Deirdre: Zelenka geek and proudpierson on November 6th, 2006 06:55 pm (UTC)
Radek is my favorite character. When I first saw him, I thought aha--this one looks interesting. And he is. :-)

I liked Lorne from the first time I saw him--smart, wry, unflappable, competent. I'd been idly thinking about putting the two of them together, and this was the perfect excuse. It was a wonderful prompt.

I'm glad you liked it, and thanks for dropping a comment--I appreciate it!
Kellie Matthews: cleankelliem on November 6th, 2006 04:16 pm (UTC)
Wonderful! I always know when I see your name on a piece that it is going to be well-written and in character. The only problem I had with this piece is that it ends too soon. :)
Deirdre: Zelenka smiling geekpierson on November 6th, 2006 07:13 pm (UTC)
What a nice compliment! *happy bounce*

Yeah, Rose kept saying, "where's the rest of the damn story--the sex part? you're not stopping NOW, are you? you CAN'T stop now!" I had to swear to write that part later just so she'd stop whacking me about the head and shoulders. :-)

I'm glad you like it, and thanks for dropping a comment--I really appreciate it.

OH! Looking at your icon, it makes me think to ask, have you seen the recent photos of Nykl at one of the recent cons? Wow. Shiny, sparkly, pretty. He *does* clean up very nice indeed. :-)
tdancinghandstdancinghands on November 6th, 2006 08:04 pm (UTC)
Yes, yes,
Kudos for your characterization!

You write Radek *wonderfully*, touching on all the things that make him *my* favorite character too!
Deirdre: Zelenka thoughtfulpierson on November 6th, 2006 11:17 pm (UTC)
Radek is a delight--we see just enough to extrapolate. And although the actor doesn't get much screen time, he makes the most of what he does get--his face is so wonderfully expressive, and his body language manages to tell almost as much. Plus he's sharp, witty, smart--what's not to like? And he works that smart geek boy vibe so well. :-)

When someone says they like the characterization, it's such a wonderful thing--it really makes my day. I'm glad you liked the story, and thanks for commenting! :-)
Y su pollo también: The B-Teamblue_raven on November 7th, 2006 09:55 pm (UTC)
I read this last week, and to be absolutely honest, I knew two paragraphs in this was one of yours. When I enthusiastically recced it not five seconds after I'd finished the last sentence, one of the comments I got in reply was that 'quality tells', and my god, does it ever. I've just re-read it now, and had a chance to savour it properly, and like everything else you've put out, this one I'm going to treasure. I don't think I've read Radek any better (or Lorne, for that matter), and it just shows each and every time how much love your have for the characters, and all the details, the imagery! There is just so much to love about this. And so little comment space. Thank you thank you thank you.

Long story short: *tardflails*
Deirdre: Zelenka saturated colorpierson on November 18th, 2006 10:19 pm (UTC)
Aww, this is such a very nice comment! *warm fuzzies*

I do love the characters muchly, especially Radek. But that's no surprise, is it? ;-)

I've been wanting to write with Lorne for a while now, and the prompt gave me the perfect opportunity. I liked him from the first time I saw him in Runner. He's obviously smart, has a dry wit, and is competent and capable. Doesn't hurt that he's pretteh. :-)

Thank you again so much for the wonderful comment. What a way to make someone's day!
the amazing bouncing fangirlgblvr on January 26th, 2007 09:38 pm (UTC)
Wow...this is beautifully done. Zelenka's fears are there, but not overdone, just kind of matter of fact, and the way that Lorne *waits* for Zelenka to make the first move -- very nice.
yinkawills: African warrior womanyinkawills on March 19th, 2008 12:16 am (UTC)
This is so well done, and so in character as regards Lorne and Zelenka that you've converted me to a pairing that I'd never previously considered.

More stories about these two, please! :D:D:D
Mother of Chaos, but not YOUR Motherhalf_elf_lost on December 6th, 2009 07:39 am (UTC)
I found this from a rec that gblvr made this weekend and am thrilled she did.

You write beautiful, believable characters (love the inside of Zelenka's head) and it's great for as much what you don't tell (leaving it up to the reader) as what you do. Lovely work.