Yet again I found myself in a situation where I sit at the end of an exam willing for time to pass so I can leave. This time I was just as bored, although it was my Hospitality exam instead of English. I had to do a bunch of things about OHS policies and procedures and it was very tedious. Yet the time at the end gave me the inspiration needed to write another Lorne FanFiction! It's been a while since I have, and Lorne is my favourite human character in Atlantis. Note: when it says 20 minutes to go, I had 20 minutes left in the exam. When it says 10, I had 10. When it says 5, I have five, and when it says 0, it's pens down.
Offworld
20 minutes to go...
Lorne crouched at the edge of the trees with his P-90 clutched tightly in his hand; his eyes darting left and right, seeking movement. He should never have agreed to go on this mission instead of Sheppard. In the last six hours the other three members of his team had been shot and he'd had to leave them behind or risk capture. Hopefully reinforcements would come before Lorne too was shot.
A bead of sweat ran down his face but he didn't chance wiping it away. His pursuers could be anywhere, hidden amongst the foliage. He couldn't move anything other than his eyes, as he was in a precarious position and he didn't want to alert his pursuers of the ambush he'd laid.
10 minutes to go...
There was a rustling in the bushes to Lorne's right, just out of range of his traps. He fought against the urge to look and remained completely still. They had found him and were nearing his position.
5 minutes to go...
His pulse began to race. Help would be there soon. Just a few more minutes... There was a snap, then a yelp and a thud to Lorne's right, followed by cursing. Suddenly Lorne was surrounded by camo-clad civilians, fresh off the Daedalus, waving weapons and cheering. They had finally captured the elusive Major. Watching them, Lorne doubted that any of them knew how to take their gun off safety. And they didn't even think to disarm him.
"We have you now!" someone yelled.
Lorne's watch beeped and he smiled.
0 minutes to go...
The civilians shouted in surprise as they were surrounded by Marines - Lorne's reinforcements. Lorne stood and addressed the civilians, flexing his sore wrists.
"You did good by taking down my team," he announced, smiling as the three 'dead' men waved from behind the Marines, "but you took too long in stalking me. That can be fatal in a real-life situation. Maybe in the next training session tomorrow you'll do better."
Before the civilians could move the Marines surrounding them fired. Red intars hit every civilian and they all leapt high, yelping in shock.
Why couldn't Sheppard have taken this week-long offworld training camp for the newbies?