Title: Fight to Win
Fandoms/Genre: SGA/SG1, Covert Affairs and Pacific Rim
Relationships: Evan Lorne/Auggie Anderson (eventually), John Sheppard/Rodney McKay (eventually), maybe some other minor pairings as the story is written
Content Rating for this section: R
Warning for this section: Teasing, past physical injury due to sports, angst, geeking, picking on Indiana Jones (movie)
Word Count: 1,792 / 7,731
Rodney decided to go to the cafeteria to grab some coffee and a sugary, chocolate snack. Upon getting two double-fudge brownies and a big mug of coffee, he looks around trying to find a spot to sit. Discovering John at a table in the far corner with his laptop open, Rodney made his way over to him.
“Why do my minion scientists felt the need to take over my lab to the point where I couldn’t concentrate? Is it too much to ask for some peace and quiet while I was trying to figure out some of the specs about the Protector?”
“Yeah, some scientists don’t know how to respect personal space.” John grumbled.
“Tell me about it. What are you doing on your laptop?”
“Last time I checked, you needed those big white boards to write that lovely equations out on the board. Some might interrupt it as a love letter or porn, especially when you wiggle your butt due to you writing so hard and fast.”
“Not that you noticed or anything?” John asked calmly with a rise of his eyebrow.
“What are you actually doing on your laptop and why here?”
“I’m playing online chess while waiting for my lab to clear out of the experiments going on in my lab too.”
“If I didn’t know any better, I would almost say that our minions were conspiring against each other but I think that would require too much attention to detail for them.”
“Be nice. I like most of your minions.”
“Who are you playing against?”
“Some player called “Knighttakesqueen”. Why do you play?”
“Yes, and I’ve played that person too. He is good.”
“He? You know who the person is.”
“Not really but statistically, I figured, that the person must be male.”
“What name do you use for the chess game? Oh, I know, wildhairrus or piforever…”
“Actually, it’s ‘dreamflyboy’”
“Why that moniker?”
“My uncle was in the Air Force. Whenever he visited, he would always tell some of the best stories. I always wanted to be like him. Unfortunately, in high school, I was on the track and field team. During one of the meets, I ran the cross country part and I ended up dealing excessive damage to my knee. I was out for the rest of high school. By the time that I graduated high school, my knee was doing slightly better but my doctor warned me to stay away from any “undue stress”. Luckily, during my junior year of high school, I had an awesome math teacher that made me fall in love with math. Of course, it didn’t hurt that the teacher was extremely hot.”
“I’m sure she was.”
“From that point on, math became my life. I ended up going to MIT to get my PhD in applied mathematics.”
“As interesting as your history is, what does it relate to your moniker?”
“My mother always told me to never stop believing in dreams and hope. One of my dreams was to be in the Air Force, aka Fly Boy. Since it is a dream and not reality, I though the moniker “dreamflyboy” would make the most sense.”
“True. I don’t know why you would want to waste your beautiful mathematical mind on the Air Force, not when you can be solving the greatest issue like where Aztlan is.”
“So what’s your moniker? It’s not “DrKnowitall”, by chance?”
“Yes, it is.”
“I should have known. You play quite well and creatively.”
“I’ve been known to think outside the box, you know. Need any help?”
“Nah, I just thought of a play. Let me enter it and then we can go and have an Indiana Jones marathon with our friends. We can all bitch about the various aspects of the movie. I know Daniel will have a field day with the archaeology side of it. Evan will most likely moan about the guns and the fighting. Hm. It will be SGC’s version of M3TK. Up for it?”
“Sure. Let’s grab some sugary treats and beer. Nothing like alcohol, sugar, and snark to make the time fly by.”
After a few minutes of John concentrating and typing on his laptop, he pushed the cover down and got up. “Let’s grab the food and head towards Daniel’s office.”
Rodney followed after John to grab some food before rounding up their friends and stopping by Rodney’s room on base to pick up some liquor.
Hearing the knock on his quarter’s door, Evan cautiously opened it. He was technically off-duty but knew that an emergency could arise or his friends could be visiting.
Upon seeing Daniel, Evan opened the door and said, “Come in. Please sit down where you can.”
Like most quarters at the SGC, Evan’s room was just big enough for a twin bed and small table with a chair.
Daniel walked past Evan and sat down in the chair, while Evan closed the door and sat down on his bed.
“What’s going on?” Daniel asked quietly. It had been quite a while since they’ve had a private conversation with just the two of them.
“Nothing much. I’ve been trying to write a letter to my sister to let her know that I’m still alive. I know she worries a lot with me still being in the military.”
“Please tell her I say hi.”
“Will do.” Ever since Daniel went with Evan to San Francisco to help deal with the funeral arrangements for Evan’s parents, he had been close to both Evan and his sister, Sherry. Sherry had even adopted Daniel as an extra younger brother, which amused Evan.
“You’ve been extra quiet lately and been keeping to yourself. Any reason why?” Daniel said after a few minutes of silence between the two of them.
“I’ve had a lot on my mind. I….Do you know if the protector is actually a jaegar and if the pilot will need to have the ATA gene?”
“As far as we can tell, the protector seems to be an earlier model of the Jaeger but we won’t know for sure until we can find it and test it out. As to the ATA gene, there is a very strong chance that either one or both of the pilots will need the gene. Why? You don’t want to become a pilot?”
“Not really. To have someone meld with my mind. To see memories from past and get under my psyche and skin like that. I would have to truly trust the person and I don’t know if I can do that.”
Daniel got up from his chair and sat next to Evan on his bed. Daniel wrapped his arm around Evan’s shoulder and pulled him against his chest.
“I know that since your parents’ death, you’ve thrown yourself into your work and only doing occasional things with the group of geeks. I also know that if you are indeed one of the pilots that you’ll be one of the best one that Earth will have.”
“How can I let someone into my mind like that?”
“There is a reason why some of the best pilot pairs are siblings or lovers with a deep love for each other. Almost like soul mates. Otherwise, it would be difficult for a lot of people to allow someone that they don’t know into their psyche. The fact that the pilot pairing can be decided based on fighting style seems a bit weird to me but I’ve heard Jack say many times that you can see how a person will behave based on it. I guess it’s a military thing.”
“I do believe that your pilot partner will be exceptional due to the fact that they will need the ATA gene. One of my colleagues thought that those who have the strongest ATA gene tend to share some characteristics with each other.”
“Oh, yeah? What?”
“Well, they tend to be strong-willed but have a good heart. Always willing to sacrifice their lives to help out their friends and allies. Loyal to the end. Trusting of others to do the right thing.”
“Maybe some of the characteristics are ones that you would apply to a dog but all of those qualities do apply to both you and Jack, the two strongest ATA gene carriers here at the SGC. I’m willing to bet that your pilot buddy would be the same way too.”
“I just hope that I don’t freak out during the drift and make the Jaeger misfire and cause the dome to collapse or something.”
“I’m sure you will do fine. Just try to do your best to keep your emotions in check.”
“You make it sound so easy. I’m sure it’s anything but.”
“Most likely but I’m not planning on leaving your side during the process. Besides, it might turn out that you aren’t needed as a pilot so all of this angst would’ve been for nothing.”
“Thank you, Daniel. You always know how to calm my nerves and offer advice. I won’t go as far to say that it’s always sound but it does put things into certain perspective.”
They hugged each other until they heard a knock on the door.
Pulling away, Evan said, “I should get that. You never know when Jack might need me.”
Walking to the door and opening, Evan saw John and Rodney standing on the other side of it.
“Hi, I know that you are technically off-duty but John had the brilliant idea of doing a MST3K-inspired SGC style of Indiana Jones, where each of provide the commentary on how wrong the various scenes are. We were thinking of doing it in a marathon. Oh, there will be sugar treats and alcohol.” Rodney rambled as soon as Evan opened his door.
Turning his head over his shoulder, Evan asked Daniel, “What do you say?”
“It sounds great. I love tearing Indiana’s archaeological skills to shreds. Some humor and rifting can be fun among friends.” Daniel said as he rose from the bed.
Turning back to Rodney and John, Evan said, “Sounds like fun. Where are meeting so we can fit everyone?”
“The lounge around the corner? It tends to be empty during the afternoon.” John offered.
“Sounds good. We’ll be there in about 10 minutes?”
“Sure. See you then.”
John and Rodney turned around and went down the hall to quickly grab the liquor before heading to the lounge.
Evan quickly closed the door before pulling Daniel into another hug and whispering in his ear, “Thank you for everything, my brother.”
Daniel pulled him into a tighter hug before releasing him and exiting the room. They headed down to the lounge to wait for the others to show up.