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Dean decided that he liked it when it rain; especially the way it looked that he was surrounded by clear Ocean. When it rained, he always felt the need to swim, it sounded weird but maybe he was. God knew he wasn't normal. But he liked the way it felt when the hundreds of drops hit his skin at once. But right now, in this moment he wished that it would just stop.
When SGA-2 had got to P7X-J79 it was as sunny and the sun can be—three suns for that matter. It had been as hot and as dry as a dessert, with not a cloud in sight. They had walked for little over a few hours, and found nothing that could interest or benefit Atlantis in any way whatsoever. They had decided to take a rest before heading back.
Dean unclipped his pack from his vest, letting out a small groan as it dropped to the dusty ground. Sean and Patrick did the same, but with more complaining and Lorne just shook his head at the three of them.
"Fifteen minutes and then we head back," Lorne told them, careful to set his pack on the ground and not stir up any dust. Before he carefully sat on one of the few patches of grass around this place.
"I'm going to ..." Patrick made a hand gesture, and Sean tried to hide a smirk. "You know," he jerked his thumb in the direction behind him and with a face flushed with embarrassment took off in that direction.
There was a beat of silence before Sean burst out in laughter, rolling in the dirt. Dean just looked at him and the spot where Patrick had disappeared into and back with confusion. He had no idea what was so funny and when Sean didn't look like he was going to be breathing for a while, he looked to Lorne.
Lorne smiled as he looked at Dean. "Jane gets sensitive when it comes to the matter of Nature-Call's."
A smile twitched at the corner of Dean mouth as he dug around in his pack for his canteen. It was a little funny that someone—a guy for that matter—was embarrassed by the fact that he had to go take a wiz. But Dean guessed that that was just the type of guy that Patrick was. Dean had never been embarrassed about who he was, he liked who he was, was proud to be who he was. And yes, he didn't like the fact that he had to hide that he was with John, just like he did like the fact that Sean and Patrick had to hide that they were together too. But who knew what disaster would ensue if it where to get out that he and Atlantis's Militia CO was gay? Dean let out a depressed sigh. Who knew one relationship could be so complicated?
As Dean tore into a power bar and slid of his vest and took off his black BDU shirt, Patrick slipped back into fold without being noticed—that much; Dean saw Sean shoot him a grin. He leaned back against the tree that he had claimed, wishing he had brought a pair of sunglasses, or a hat for the matter.
"So, Sergeant." Lorne started, looking at Dean. "What brought you to Atlantis?" at the question both Sean and Patrick looked at him too.
Dean looked back. "Would you believe me if I said that I came here by choice?" he asked them, hoping.
Sean snorted rudely. "No one come's here by choice, at least no nowadays."
Lorne sent him a look at the comment and Sean just shrugged his shoulders, returning his attention back to Dean.
Dean puffed his cheeks out. "They were doing these blood tests back on Earth, testing the staff to see if the had this . . . Ancient Gene thing. Apparently I was one of the few who had had it, so the transferred me."
"You have the Gene?" Patrick asked, his green eyes sparked with jealousy.
"Yeah," Dean said slowly, his brows furrowed slightly. "Is that a good thing?"
"Well," Sean said. "If you're in Atlantis it is."
"Okay." Dean nodded. "If it's so good, then what can it do?"
"You didn't read the report." Lorne said dryly.
Dean winced. "I skimmed it."
Lorne shook his head.
"Fine. So what's so big about this Ancient Gene?" Dean asked.
Patrick gave a scoff. "It's so cool! With it you can control any Ancient device. You can fly the Jumpers," Dean paled slightly at that. "Use any consoles . . ." he trailed off, his face still alit.
"So, do you have it then?" Den asked him.
Patrick's face fell at the mention of that. "No." he stated flatly.
"Oh," Dean felt slightly awkward that he had asked now.
"You can either be born with it, or your DNA can get introduced to a artificial Gene that Dr. Beckett created." Sean explained. "Patrick wasn't born with it, and when Beckett tried to give it to him, it didn't take." there was a tick of silence before Sean spoke again. "Mine's artificial, so it's weak; I can only activate the little things, but with a bit of practice I learned to hone it enough to fly a Jumper." he jerked his head in Lorne's direction. "The Major's is genetic and it's as powerful as Dr. Beckett's."
"Really?" Dean raised his brows at Lorne.
Lorne nodded. "Next to Colonel Sheppard's Gene, which is actually the strongest in the whole City."
Sean and Patrick's eyes snapped to Dean at the mention of John.
Dean nodded, his expression thoughtful. "I think that I should actually read all of those reports that I get."
Lorne's expression was rueful.
Dean looked at him, "Really."
Sean gave him a grin.
They headed back after that. Their things pack up, all feeling fresh again to handle the hot trek back. It looked like the suns would stay up there forever, but when they were about a half of the way back to the gate, thunder clouds descended. Instantly the overloaded the bright sky, the inky-black cloud blotting out the three suns. Leaving the surface of the planet as dark as the inside of a paper bag.
Dean and Lorne were walking in front, Sean and Patrick walking a few feet behind them. When everything turned dark, Dean and Lorne stopped walking at the same time. Sean and Patrick, not seeing the action they bumped right into the others. Not one moved.
"Someone got a light?" Dean asked even as he was pulling the flash light from his vest.
There was rustling around him as the others also dug around for their own lights. They clicked them on at the same time. The instant they did so, there was a clap of thunder overhead. They looked up just as the rain started to poor down. In seconds they were soaked to the bone.
"Did anyone bring any rain gear?" Lorne shouted.
"Of course!" Sean scoffed. "It's a dessert planet with three suns, so that was an obvious sign to bring rain gear." he said sarcastically.
Lorne didn't say anything in turn.
"Why are we just standing here?" Dean shouted, wetter than the other with just his T-shirt and vest. "We're already half-way there, we might as well keep going. Who knows how long this is gonna last?"
They nodded in agreement and continued on their way. They walked in close proximity, trying to stay warm and block out as much rain as possible. It was to hours later that they finally made it to the gate, their gear soaked and their boots and pants muddy. As Patrick had started to dial the gate back to Atlantis, the rain just stopped and the cloud cleared to reveal the three suns once again.
"What the Hell?" Patrick yelled uncharacteristically.
Sean looked at him with wide eyes, Dean and Lorne raised their brows. Patrick blushed at all of the attention as the wormhole engaged. Lorne entered the SGA-2's code into the GDO before he walking through the event horizon. Patrick and Sean fallowed after him.
With one last distasteful look at the surrounding area around the gate, he turned and walked through the horizon. "Good for nothing Planet." he muttered, rubbing the itch from his nose.
