Fandom: Stargate Atlantis

Pairing: Lorne/Parrish

Genre: Crackfic/AU/Fluff/Romance.

Disclaimer : Nothing belongs to me. I'm not making money out of it.

Notes: This is my second prompt written in English. I'm still feeling quite unsure about grammar and spelling, but I'm stubborn, so I keep on publishing. Hope you like it! Original prompt was "Crack AU where Lorne is a bee and Parrish is a flower".

*Little bee*

Lorne was bored. You might wonder how a bee could be bored, with the amount of work that has to be done within the hive.
He had to build fences, help his community to survive another year under the Atlantica tree. But he wasn't thrilled at doing anything.
McKay had been a bitch about it - but then again, McKay was always a bitch about everything, especially when it came to Lorne. They never really got along, Mckay pretending he was the smartest bee of the hive. Lorne only thought honey got to his head.

Tired of seeing his friend act apathetic, Shep' entrust him with a mission.
-"Lorne, I want you to fly to the field and find the black hydrangea. I've heard from hive n°2 this one has great pollen"
Lorne huffed and puffed but did as was told. He just wasn't excited about it. Especially when he felt raindrops glide on his antennas. He hated to fly under the rain. Those pearls of water made his wings heavy.

Already tired, he knew he wouldn't make it to the field and decided to take some rest, hoping the rain would decrease and his absence go unnoticed.
As he rested on a branch, his gaze came across a flower he never saw before. It wasn't just any flower. This one was gorgeous. The long rose petals were collecting raindrops, which glided to its core, making the beautiful flower extend and grow. Finally, Lorne had found something worthy enough to catch his attention. He waited until the rain stopped and decided to fly closer to it. He felt like he had to fly around it to comprehend this magnificent flower.

Once he came around it, Lorne buzzed with excitement and then, heard a voice.
Taken aback for a few seconds, he came closer to the petals, only to hear the voice again.
-"Come little bee, don't be afraid" said the flower to him, extending one of its petal so he could land on it.
-"You... you can talk?" asked Lorne, curious and excited but also a bit afraid. The flower made a delightful sound, bending under the wind.
-"Of course I can. Have you not heard a flower talk before?" it laughed, while Lorne felt warmth spread onto his bee cheeks.

Curious to hear why flowers could talk - and even sing, it told Lorne - the bee sat on one of the petals, stretching its wings and paws. The flower told him about the field, how it grew there, how it liked to be caught under a rainstorm as it made it become more magnificent. And Lorne listened to the flower talking until he realized night had dawned upon them. Lorne didn't care about the hive nor about his task being undone. He knew he had to go but wasn't resolved to leave this beautiful flower he suddenly felt so close to. But he had to leave before nightly animals came out to hunt him down.
-"I have to go" he told the flower, which dropped its petals in sadness, allowing Lorne to extend his wings and fly.

As he was a few centimeters away, he heard the flower call him out:
-"I hope you come back soon, little bee!"
Lorne smiled, ducking his head in agreement before he flew back to the hive. He didn't feel as lonely and bored as he did before.