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SGA - Meditation
Title: Meditation
Genre: SGA, Gen, Friendship (Teyla/Lorne)
Season/Spoilers: Season 4
Rating: PG
Synopsis: There are many ways to meditate.
Author’s Notes: Just a little piece of fluff.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, people with a lot of money do. I’m just borrowing them to play and making no profit from this.
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Lorne was looking forward to a few quiet minutes. If he was lucky, he might even manage up to a half hour before he was interrupted this time. The Major readjusted the bag on his shoulder as he turned the corner towards one of the private gyms. Technically, anyone was allowed here. Technically only a few people actually used them and usually cleared it with the others first.
Yes, he could do his pseudo-Yoga anywhere, but his quarters were almost too small and had the sense memory of sleep to them instead of meditation anyway, and the main gyms put him at risk of his own team finding him. He would never live it down: the pansy Air Force officer doing tree-hugging stuff while his Marine teammates lifted weights. He shivered.
Instead, he tended to use the gym Teyla preferred for her own meditations. Quiet, somewhat secluded, and it had the faintest scent of a sort of incense mixed with an overlying sense of calm that he attributed to Teyla herself. He knew she knew he used it. He also knew she really didn’t mind that he did, as long as it did not interrupt anything she was doing herself.
So it was with a little surprise that the doors slid open to reveal the woman in question, lying flat out on the floor.
He checked his watch. No, her usual time ended a good twenty minutes ago. The fact the candles were burned down a bit further than usual and incense was down to a tiny little red glow helped confirm that he was not mistaken.
He stepped in carefully, eying the radio tucked in with her little slip on shoes next to the door, her funky Athosian lighter at the side. Nothing else seemed amiss, so he hesitantly asked, “Teyla?”
The pregnant woman did not move from where she was, hands delicately folded across her protruding belly, hair and flowing fabric scattered artfully around her. “Major Lorne,” she said in greeting, eyes still fixed on the ceiling above her.
“Am I interrupting something?” he asked, willing to leave if necessary.
The corner of her lips turned up ever so slightly. “Not at all,” she insisted. “I was just... trying a new form of meditation and must have lost track of the time.”
He set his bag down and approached, gazing down at her with his own grin. Images of his pregnant cousin, stuck on her own bed like an upside down turtle filled his mind. “Got stuck?” he guessed.
Her eyes twinkled even as she raised an eyebrow and offered, “The floor of the Ancestors is far more comfortable than you would first assume.”
“Betcha it would be better with a pillow,” he countered, crouching beside her. Then, whispering in a conspiring tone, he added, “It also helps to give you a bit of leverage.”
“I will have to contemplate that the next time I decide to experiment with meditation methods,” she advised.
He laughed, offering a hand out to her. “Would you like some help up?”
She grasped it and allowed him to pull her first into a sitting, and finally into a standing position, relying on his support much more than either would admit. “Thank you, Major,” she smiled. She looked down to the tiny, flat pillow she normally sat on, biting her lip.
Evan bent down and picked it up, holding it out to her while promising, “I won’t tell a soul.”
A true smile graced her features as she repeated, “Thank you, Major.” He walked with her as she padded over to her shoes. He grabbed her radio and lighter and handed them to her as she slid the slipper-like things back on. “It is rather... embarrassing,” she admitted, a blush creeping across her cheeks.
“Don’t worry about it,” he insisted. “Though I would suggest either keeping your radio closer, or letting someone know where you’re going to be, just in case.”
“Or doing this in my quarters where I can use my bed for leverage instead,” she guessed with a sigh.
He shook his head, smile still in place. “As a sorta-uncle, I can tell you, that doesn’t always work,” he confided. In all seriousness he told her, “If you need help, just ask. No one’s going to think less of you.”
She sighed, again. “It is extremely frustrating,” she admitted. “I am very accustomed to being self-sufficient. I do not believe it is in my nature to rely on others for assistance, especially not for such simple things.”
“You’re still self-sufficient,” he maintained. “You are just using the resources available to you and, in this case, those resources are your friends.”
She smiled, nodding. “You are a good friend, Major Lorne.”
“Evan,” he insisted. A grin broke out over his face as he said, “And, speaking of resources, I know for a fact we just had a delivery of ice cream to the commissary. I think they even have some of that mint chocolate chip that you like.”
“Do you not wish to complete your own meditation?” she asked, glancing around the room.
“Nah,” he told her. “Meditation’s just about finding your inner peace, right? What better way of doing that than with ice cream?”
She laughed at that, one hand on her belly and one hand lightly resting on the wall for support. “You are a wise man, indeed, Evan.”
“I thought so,” he grinned. He quickly went around and put out the last of the candles before grabbing his bag and hooking his arm through her own. Walking side by side down the hallway, they debated meditation techniques and how, sometimes, the best ones came with extra chocolate sauce on top.
End.
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Feedback is always welcomed.
Genre: SGA, Gen, Friendship (Teyla/Lorne)
Season/Spoilers: Season 4
Rating: PG
Synopsis: There are many ways to meditate.
Author’s Notes: Just a little piece of fluff.
Disclaimer: I don’t own them, people with a lot of money do. I’m just borrowing them to play and making no profit from this.
~~~~~~~~~~
Lorne was looking forward to a few quiet minutes. If he was lucky, he might even manage up to a half hour before he was interrupted this time. The Major readjusted the bag on his shoulder as he turned the corner towards one of the private gyms. Technically, anyone was allowed here. Technically only a few people actually used them and usually cleared it with the others first.
Yes, he could do his pseudo-Yoga anywhere, but his quarters were almost too small and had the sense memory of sleep to them instead of meditation anyway, and the main gyms put him at risk of his own team finding him. He would never live it down: the pansy Air Force officer doing tree-hugging stuff while his Marine teammates lifted weights. He shivered.
Instead, he tended to use the gym Teyla preferred for her own meditations. Quiet, somewhat secluded, and it had the faintest scent of a sort of incense mixed with an overlying sense of calm that he attributed to Teyla herself. He knew she knew he used it. He also knew she really didn’t mind that he did, as long as it did not interrupt anything she was doing herself.
So it was with a little surprise that the doors slid open to reveal the woman in question, lying flat out on the floor.
He checked his watch. No, her usual time ended a good twenty minutes ago. The fact the candles were burned down a bit further than usual and incense was down to a tiny little red glow helped confirm that he was not mistaken.
He stepped in carefully, eying the radio tucked in with her little slip on shoes next to the door, her funky Athosian lighter at the side. Nothing else seemed amiss, so he hesitantly asked, “Teyla?”
The pregnant woman did not move from where she was, hands delicately folded across her protruding belly, hair and flowing fabric scattered artfully around her. “Major Lorne,” she said in greeting, eyes still fixed on the ceiling above her.
“Am I interrupting something?” he asked, willing to leave if necessary.
The corner of her lips turned up ever so slightly. “Not at all,” she insisted. “I was just... trying a new form of meditation and must have lost track of the time.”
He set his bag down and approached, gazing down at her with his own grin. Images of his pregnant cousin, stuck on her own bed like an upside down turtle filled his mind. “Got stuck?” he guessed.
Her eyes twinkled even as she raised an eyebrow and offered, “The floor of the Ancestors is far more comfortable than you would first assume.”
“Betcha it would be better with a pillow,” he countered, crouching beside her. Then, whispering in a conspiring tone, he added, “It also helps to give you a bit of leverage.”
“I will have to contemplate that the next time I decide to experiment with meditation methods,” she advised.
He laughed, offering a hand out to her. “Would you like some help up?”
She grasped it and allowed him to pull her first into a sitting, and finally into a standing position, relying on his support much more than either would admit. “Thank you, Major,” she smiled. She looked down to the tiny, flat pillow she normally sat on, biting her lip.
Evan bent down and picked it up, holding it out to her while promising, “I won’t tell a soul.”
A true smile graced her features as she repeated, “Thank you, Major.” He walked with her as she padded over to her shoes. He grabbed her radio and lighter and handed them to her as she slid the slipper-like things back on. “It is rather... embarrassing,” she admitted, a blush creeping across her cheeks.
“Don’t worry about it,” he insisted. “Though I would suggest either keeping your radio closer, or letting someone know where you’re going to be, just in case.”
“Or doing this in my quarters where I can use my bed for leverage instead,” she guessed with a sigh.
He shook his head, smile still in place. “As a sorta-uncle, I can tell you, that doesn’t always work,” he confided. In all seriousness he told her, “If you need help, just ask. No one’s going to think less of you.”
She sighed, again. “It is extremely frustrating,” she admitted. “I am very accustomed to being self-sufficient. I do not believe it is in my nature to rely on others for assistance, especially not for such simple things.”
“You’re still self-sufficient,” he maintained. “You are just using the resources available to you and, in this case, those resources are your friends.”
She smiled, nodding. “You are a good friend, Major Lorne.”
“Evan,” he insisted. A grin broke out over his face as he said, “And, speaking of resources, I know for a fact we just had a delivery of ice cream to the commissary. I think they even have some of that mint chocolate chip that you like.”
“Do you not wish to complete your own meditation?” she asked, glancing around the room.
“Nah,” he told her. “Meditation’s just about finding your inner peace, right? What better way of doing that than with ice cream?”
She laughed at that, one hand on her belly and one hand lightly resting on the wall for support. “You are a wise man, indeed, Evan.”
“I thought so,” he grinned. He quickly went around and put out the last of the candles before grabbing his bag and hooking his arm through her own. Walking side by side down the hallway, they debated meditation techniques and how, sometimes, the best ones came with extra chocolate sauce on top.
End.
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Feedback is always welcomed.
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I wonder about Lorne sometimes. He seems so normal. How did he get involved with the SG program anyway? 8^)
Thatks for sharing this.
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