Authors Note:
I have no real idea of the inner workings of the military and so again this chapter could be full of implausibility - googling only gets you so far, so please forgive any such errors or inaccuracies. I've been under the weather this week and so I hope those who reviewed last chapter will forgive my not having replied as yet - I figure the last chapter is probably more important to you anyway. Thank you for those reviews - I will get to replies soon.
Chapter 6: Consequences
Consciousness came gradually. At first it was the unfamiliar noises Amy noticed – beeps and clicks, muffled sounds of people moving around, and quiet murmurs of conversation. Her memory was slow to kick start too but in a rush it all came back – the few minutes after she woke up the first time. Evan, an unfamiliar hospital, and the feeling that important days in both their lives had passed without her full awareness.
Forcing her eyes open Amy recognised the same hospital from ... whenever it was she'd last been awake. The weight of something warm over her fingers drew her attention and she smiled on seeing Evan. Her husband was asleep with one cheek resting on his folded arms, a hand over hers, his posture hunched from the chair he sat in to the edge of her bed. The dark smudges under his eyes and the troubled expression he was wearing, even in sleep, drained her smile, leaving only concern behind.
He'd been through something in those important days, something she feared would have long lasting consequences.
Shifting her hand she rested her palm over his hair – her hand trembled a little, prompting her to take stock of herself. She felt weak, a little breathless, and a little vague – a pain killer kind of vague that suggested greater pain awaited once the drugs had worn off. Despite all that she felt surprisingly good for someone who'd been in an accident as serious as Evan had suggested.
"Mmm?"
Amy ruffled her hand through Evan's hair as he woke, wincing with him when he groaned aloud as he sat up. Running a hand over his face, his eyes zeroed in on her, assessing. He must have liked what he saw because he smiled. "Hey. How long have you been awake?"
"A minute or two," Amy replied. "You look tired. How much sleep did you get?"
Their eyes met, Evan's smile dropping away as he looked at her. The blue of his eyes intensified and for one horrifying instance she thought he was going to break down into tears.
"What?" she reached out her hand, not reassured when he took it and held on a little too tightly. "What is it?"
Evan swallowed visibly – she watched him gather himself, impressed as always at his control. "I almost lost you," he said starkly, his voice gravelling when he said 'lost'.
"I'm here," Amy wanted to know everything that had happened but for now it seemed more important to reassure him. "I feel fine, honestly."
"I know ... I just ... I won't forget how close we came, not for a long time."
"I'm sorry," Amy began.
"No!" Evan leaned forward, putting a hand to her cheek and caressing it softly. "No – none of this was your fault, okay?"
"Okay," Amy felt more concern building on top of what she already felt. None of what wasn't her fault?
"Major Lorne?"
Evan turned to the doorway and straightened when he saw the person standing there. A blonde woman, a few years older than Evan, dressed in blue BDU's much the same as the ones Evan was currently wearing. Amy's confusion increased – was she at Evan's military base? Why would they bring her here of all places?
"Ma'am," Evan returned, standing.
"General Landry would like to see you," the woman said. Her tone was almost gentle but Evan stiffened, his eyes shooting to Amy before he nodded.
"I have to do this," he said, leaning down until he could speak close to her ear. "I love you," he whispered, kissing her temple. "I'll be back when I can." And then he straightened and without a backward glance strode from the room.
Amy stared after him, scared for both of them but not knowing why. The woman who'd come to deliver the message also turned to leave. "Wait!" Amy called out. "Evan didn't get to telling me anything and ..."
"and you'd like to know where you are, among other things," the woman finished. Approaching she smiled. "Colonel Samantha Carter."
"Amy Lorne," Amy returned, even though she knew everyone was probably already aware of her identity. Now that the other woman was closer, Amy realised that she looked familiar, even though she was almost sure she'd never met the Colonel. "Can you please tell me where I am, what's going on? Why did the General want to see Evan?"
"I'll tell you what I can," Sam returned, "but some of it is Major Lorne's to reveal."
"Right now I'd appreciate anything you can tell me," Amy replied gratefully.
"Of course," the Colonel nodded. "Well, to begin, you're in the infirmary at Cheyenne Mountain air force base. Major Lorne brought you here last night when the doctors at Colorado hospital made it clear they couldn't help you."
"But the doctors here could?" Amy queried, surprised.
"That's right," Sam smiled. "We have access to ... experimental medical technology. Major Lorne was aware of that which is why he brought you here."
Amy nodded, putting it all together in her head. "Evan broke the rules bringing me here, didn't he?" she asked quietly.
"Yes," Sam said simply, "but for the best of intentions."
"Will that count for anything?"
"In all honesty I don't know," Colonel Carter replied. "Bringing a civilian onto a military base without clearance is a serious offence. I wish I could tell you there won't be consequences for your husband but ..."
"but that might not be true," Amy finished weakly, her thoughts buzzing inside her head chaotically. Evan had risked his entire career to bring her here – to save her life. The thought of the possible consequences staggered her. She wasn't sure what he'd do if he couldn't be an air force officer any more. It defined him – serving his country, flying, being in command of something that helped people - all of it was integral to who Evan was. He'd never wanted to do anything else.
"No," Sam agreed sadly. "I'm very glad to see you doing so much better Mrs. Lorne."
"Amy, please," Amy invited, distracted by her thoughts. "Is there anything I can do to help Evan?" she asked.
"Aside from following Doctor Lam's instructions for getting better, not really," Carter replied. "General Landry may wish to speak to you, but given you were unconscious during Major Lorne's entry to the base, you can't serve as a witness."
"Right, of course," Amy acknowledged. She stared at the sheets covering her, uncertain of what she should do next.
"He won't blame you," Sam said softly. "Whatever happens. I've seen that same determination to save someone before – men like that never second guess themselves."
Amy nodded ... there was nothing she could say to that ... she knew how determined Evan could be, how rarely she could shift him once he'd decided on a course of action. She looked up at the Colonel – instead of seeing Sam as she was though, her image was overlaid with a golden glow, one that engulfed Amy too. That feeling of familiarity returned, even stronger.
"Do I ... have we met before Colonel?" Amy asked uncertainly.
"Before last night you mean?" Sam queried, frowning when Amy nodded. "No. Why do you ask?"
"You look familiar," Amy admitted, "but more like something I dreamt than anything real. Everything was ... glowy." Amy chuckled. "Listen to me – I know how silly that sounds. Forget I said anything, please."
"It's fine," Carter smiled reassuringly. "What do you do for a living Amy?" she asked, a clear change of subject Amy appreciated under the circumstances.
"I'm between projects at the moment," Amy gave her stock standard answer and then shook her head. "The truth is I lost my job. The company I worked for since college closed its doors a couple of months ago. It hasn't been easy finding another position that doesn't require me to relocate."
"And you want to stay in Colorado Springs," Sam understood immediately. "What field are you looking in, if you don't mind my asking?"
"Interior decorating," Amy shrugged. "I'd just decided to broaden myself to include anything with computers." Sam's eyes narrowed in interest, compelling Amy to explain further. "My degree actually had nothing to do with interior design – I specialised in spatial digital recognition software design. In Home Design were just the only company willing to give my program a chance." She smiled. "People like being able to visualise what the finished product will look like and I was just grateful for the chance to continue working on my own project."
"It sounds like something with much wider applications than interior design," Sam commented.
Amy would have said more but another stranger, this one wearing a white lab coat that announced 'doctor' approached. "Mrs Lorne, it's good to see you awake. I'm Doctor Caroline Lam. How are you feeling?"
"Surprisingly good," Amy replied. "I'm just waiting for the pain killers to wear off, but so far they seem to be going strong."
Colonel Carter and the doctor exchanged glances and Caroline smiled. "We haven't given you any pain relief since last night. The treatment you received is extremely effective. Aside from a general feeling of lethargy and the need for additional rest, you should be feeling very much like your usual self. You'll need to remain here for another day or so, and then take it easy for at least another week after that, but your recovery should be smooth from here on out."
"Wow," Amy felt a little dazed by the news. "Evan mentioned an accident?"
"That's right," Doctor Lam agreed. "You underwent treatment at Colorado Hospital initially, and then additional treatment here. I'm sorry but I'm not at liberty to discuss the details with you as yet. What I can tell you is that you'll make a full recovery very quickly. You have much to thank your husband for."
"Yes I do," Amy felt close to tears all of a sudden. The smile she gave the doctor trembled – Caroline put a bracing hand over hers and squeezed.
"Worrying isn't good for your recovery," she advised kindly. "I'm sure everything will work out ... for both of you."
"I hope so," Amy said fervently.
"Now, Colonel Carter and I will leave you to get some rest," Doctor Lam ordered. "Press the call button if you need anything."
"Thank you," Amy said, watching both women walk away before she relaxed back into the pillow. The future seemed uncertain in a way it never had before. Sure, Evan was stationed remotely and there was always the fear that the unspeakable would happen, but in the midst of that there were things she could count on. That's he'd be a constant in her life, support her goals, be the one so sure of his course that she couldn't help but feel sure about the future herself. Now she was left wondering ... what next?
Evan left Amy's bedside, going over in his mind what he could say to General Landry that would make his actions sound defensible ... and coming up with nothing. His footsteps didn't slow though, and he arrived at General Landry's door moments later, feeling unprepared for what would happen next.
"Sir," he announced his presence, standing to attention in the doorway.
"Major," Landry replied. "Come in ... close the door behind you."
"Yes Sir," Lorne did as he was told, standing to attention in front of the General's desk, keeping his expression stoic.
"Infiltrating a military base, bringing in a civilian without clearance," Landry got straight into it, stern and disappointed all at once. "Risking the ongoing secrecy of the Stargate Program. What were you thinking Major?"
Evan looked at his superior office for a moment. "Permission to speak freely Sir?"
"Speak, for God's sake man, speak," Landry shot back irritably. "Explain this to me Major, because I sure as hell wouldn't have expected you, of all people, to be so reckless!"
"They'd written Amy off Sir," Lorne said starkly. "My wife was as good as dead in the eyes of her doctors but I knew that if I could just get Colonel Carter to try the healing device, I could give her a chance." He met Landry's eyes squarely. "I knew that what I was doing was wrong – I'm not denying that – but I can live with the consequences better than I could have lived with letting my wife die Sir. I asked Colonel Carter for help even though I knew she wouldn't be able to give it, and then I just ... I had no choice Sir."
Landry looked at him for a moment and then sighed, his expression still grim. "I'm not condoning what you did Son, but I understand it. Hell, in your place I might have done the same. I don't want to bring the full force of military justice down on you but at the same time we can't allow personal use of top secret resources to go unpunished."
"Sir?" Evan frowned, not sure where Landry was going with this.
"You're too valuable to Atlantis," Landry glared at Evan. "According to Colonel Sheppard he can't run the military there without you."
"You've already spoken to Colonel Sheppard Sir?" Lorne asked, feeling sick all of a sudden. His CO knew what Evan had done? Sure, at the back of his mind he'd known Sheppard would be told but the reality of it was much worse. He respected the Colonel a great deal – it galled to think he'd lost respect in John's eyes.
"Weekly check-in," Landry reminded him. "Doctor Weir also assures me that she has too few natural gene holders for me to court marshall one out of the air force. You've put me in quite a bind Major, and right now I'm not sure what to do with you."
"I'm sorry Sir," Evan said meekly.
The General looked at him assessingly, eyes narrowed over pursed fingers. "How much did you tell your wife?" he asked in a more reasonable tone.
"Nothing," Lorne replied. "I was still stuck on the fact that she's alive and well Sir."
Landry half smiled. "Understandable." He thought for a moment and then continued. "And do you think there's any chance we can return Mrs Lorne to her previous life without revealing anything of what goes on here?"
"Ah," Evan frowned. "To be honest Sir, I don't know. Amy's observant ... smart. She's always been good at putting things together. It depends on how much she's noticed since Colonel Carter healed her."
"Then I guess I'll have to talk to her myself and find out," Landry declared.
"Yes Sir," Evan agreed reluctantly. Amy was completely innocent of his actions – he didn't want her put under stress because of something he'd done.
"Don't worry Major, I know how to talk to someone in your wife's condition," Landry said, amused.
"Of course Sir," Evan rallied to put a confident expression on his face.
"You're dismissed Major ... for now," the General announced abruptly.
"Yes Sir," Lorne straightened, saluted because under the circumstances it seemed the thing to do, and then spun towards the door.
"Oh, and Major," Landry began. "Don't leave the base. I want you close at hand when I do decide what to do with you."
"Yes Sir," Evan nodded and then got out of there while he still could. He'd been gone from the infirmary for too long and he owed Amy some kind of explanation, even if it couldn't be the whole truth. He'd already been hit with a stroke of luck, being allowed his freedom instead of going to the brig like he'd expected.
Amy was sleeping when he got back to the infirmary and Doctor Lam ordered him to go and take care of himself – "a hot shower, proper meal, and sleep, Major" she ordered firmly.
Evan followed those orders because there was nothing else he could do. Despite the buzz of too many thoughts chasing through his head he did manage to fall asleep, almost as soon as his head hit the pillow.
"Mrs Lorne."
Amy shifted to look at the man who approached her bed. She'd been awake for an hour or so – when she'd asked after her husband Doctor Lam had admitted she'd sent Evan away for food and sleep. Although she desperately wanted to see him Amy was relieved that someone had been there to make him look after himself. Now, after quickly deducing who it was that was addressing her, Amy selfishly wished that Evan wasn't taking that much needed rest.
"Yes," she smiled. "General Landry I presume," she added, earning herself a half smile of acknowledgement in return.
"You'll forgive me for saying this Ma'am," Hank began, "but your presence here poses quite the dilemma."
"Because this is a top secret military base?" Amy queried.
"That's one aspect, yes," Landry replied.
"I would never disclose anything to anyone General," Amy stated firmly. "Even without worrying about putting my husband in danger I'm very proud that Evan serves his country. I'd never do anything to dishonour that."
"I wasn't suggesting you would," the General returned. "I do have to ask what you've learned since you've been here."
Amy frowned – she might have been newly recovering from serious injuries and a mysterious treatment, but her mind was still sharp enough to wonder why the commander of the entire base was asking about what she might or might not have noticed about her current location. In a rush she put some of the clues she already had together.
"I'm not sure how but I think that Colonel Carter was responsible for my recovery," she began, "that Evan brought me here because he knew the Colonel would be able to help me where every medical resource of an entire hospital couldn't." She paused, focussed internally. "I saw her – Colonel Carter. There was an orange glow coming from her hand and she directed it over me and somehow ... I got better, just like that."
"Anything else?" Landry queried.
"Not really," Amy hesitated. "Only ... I don't understand how Evan's last leave was delayed and I was told there was no way he could get back any sooner than four weeks and yet I was injured only a few days ago and he's here. Do you have some kind of super fast transport you use in emergencies?"
"Major Lorne was right," General Landry said wryly. "You are very observant Mrs Lorne."
"Maybe I guessed right on some of what happened to me here, but I still don't know how," Amy pointed out. "And if knowing even the little I do is going to get Evan in more trouble then I'll gladly forget all of it."
"While I appreciate your candour I don't think it works that way," Hank returned. "What we're doing here is too important to risk someone running around unchecked, with even the level of knowledge you now have."
Amy frowned again. "What does that mean exactly?"
"A non disclosure statement to begin with," General Landry began, "and then the kind of story you've always thought was science fiction."
"I don't ... I don't understand General," Amy admitted.
"You will," Landry straightened, stepping back a pace. "I'll have Major Lorne bring you that paperwork – he can explain the rest."
"Does this mean he won't be penalised?"
General Landry paused. "Do you think he should be?"
"I don't think anyone should be penalised for saving a life General, regardless of what they had to do to achieve that," Amy replied. "I know you don't know me but believe me when I say that I'd feel the same, whether it was my life or anyone else's."
"So you condone breaking rules that are there to protect this country and all of its citizens?" the General asked.
"Of course not," Amy saw at once why the General was so frustrated. "I understand what you're trying to show me General. But there are degrees in everything. Isn't there a way to reward the good while still setting an example for the bad?"
"Perhaps," Landry allowed. "For now, I'll let you return to your rest."
Amy nodded, feeling even more that she no longer understood how the world worked. At least now she had something to look forward to – Evan, his paperwork, and an explanation that seemed sure to change everything.
Evan was dragged from sleep by the sound of the phone ringing.
"Lorne," he said groggily, trying to wipe the sleep from his mind.
"General Landry would like to see you Major," Walter Harriman replied.
"Right, okay, sure," Evan returned, abruptly wide awake. "I'm on my way."
Back in Landry's office, nervous because he knew the only reason he was there was for the verdict on his punishment to be handed down, Evan waited to hear how bad it was going to be.
"You were right Major," Landry began. "Your wife is remarkably observant, enough that after meeting Colonel Carter she corrected deduced that the Colonel was responsible for her recovery – that being the reason you brought her here."
"I wasn't aware the Colonel stayed to introduce herself," Evan offered with a faint grimace.
"Having spoken to your wife, along with Colonel Carter and Doctor Lam, I'm convinced the best course of action is to have her sign a standard non disclosure statement, after which you will brief her on why it is that she's alive when she herself is now aware that shouldn't be the case."
"Sir?" Evan wasn't sure he'd heard right.
"Tell her about the Stargate Program Major," Landry expanded.
"All of it?" Lorne was so surprised he was sure his mouth was hanging open.
"I don't see any other choice," Landry said somewhat irritably. "In this game son there's no such thing as half a secret. Walter should have the paperwork for you within the hour."
"And me Sir?" Lorne asked when nothing further was forthcoming. He'd broken the rules big time, for purely personal reasons. The General couldn't afford to just let that go.
"You seem overly keen to be reprimanded Major," Landry looked amused.
"No Sir," Lorne said blandly. "Just prepared to take responsibility for my own actions, and not to be seen to be encouraging similar actions by others in the future Sir."
"You'll return to Atlantis Major," Landry stated. "You'll work damn hard to prove to me and your supporters that you deserve to be there. Oh, and be resigned to being addressed as Major," the General stated sternly, "because it's going to be a long time before you erase this one from your record, and longer still before you can hope to be considered for promotion."
"Yes Sir. Thank you Sir," Evan tried not to let any of the smile that wanted to break out show. He was actually allowed to let Amy in on the secret of what he'd been doing for the past two years. It was something he'd never considered possible – and an unexpected and probably undeserved bonus from his actions. The fact that he was keeping his job and his rank was a lot more than he deserved too, but he'd take it. He'd be grateful and he'd do what General Landry said – he's prove to everyone that the second chance they were giving him wouldn't be wasted.
"Now get out of here," Landry waved a hand towards the door, a faint twinkle in his eyes.
"Yes Sir," Evan stood straight, saluted respectfully, and then took his leave, feeling like the luckiest guy alive.
In the end it was easy telling Amy the Stargate story. At first she was disbelieving but then he got permission to take her on a slow walk through the base to the Gateroom. Once she saw the Stargate Amy was full of questions he was only too happy to answer. When he got to the part about just how far away he'd been stationed since their engagement, rather than being dismayed she was enthralled.
Given that the Daedalus was the only means of getting back to Atlantis Evan had to wait until its return for his own trip back to the city. That was a blessing because it meant he had plenty of time to see Amy recover, with time left over for the two of them to spend together. But they didn't say all good things come to an end for nothing, and before he was ready his last night on Earth for the foreseeable future loomed over them.
"It helps," Amy told him.
"What does?"
"Knowing where you are," Amy explained. "Knowing that there's a reason for everything taking so long."
"I'm glad," Evan replied, pulling her closer and breathing her in. "It's not helping me," he returned. "I don't want to leave."
"But you will," Amy smiled. "Even more now – you'll go and you'll give it your all because we both know you've made the right choice in the air force, in being a part of the SGC."
"True, but that doesn't mean I have to be happy about it," Evan complained.
"Oh, poor baby," Amy teased. "Come here and let me make it better."
It had taken a while for him to feel secure enough in her wellbeing and recovery to return to their prior intimacy, but now that they had Evan was more than willing to give them both the kind of send off he'd be remembering for months.
He had an early start the next morning – leaving Amy's house in the wee hours to give himself time to pack his gear. Amy was still asleep when he kissed her goodbye. He stood for a moment at their bedroom doorway, absorbing the sight of her stretched out, her blonde hair messy from sleep and his hands. He'd never wanted to leave less than he did right then. But she'd been right – he had to work to express his gratitude as much as for what he felt he owed the SGC for the soft treatment his crimes had received.
At the SGC he went about his business quickly and efficiently and was ready to beam aboard the Daedalus well ahead of schedule. Plenty of time for a couple of personal goodbyes. He stopped by the infirmary first, to thank Doctor Lam again for looking after Amy. And then he made his way to level 19.
"Ma'am," he greeted Carter with a small smile.
"Major," Sam smiled. "Ready to ship out?"
"I guess," Evan replied. "I felt the need to thank you again for what you did for Amy before I left. I think I'm going to be feeling that way for a long time yet."
"It's not necessary Evan, but I understand that feeling," Sam replied. "Acutally, I'm kind of glad you came down here. There's a new member of staff going to Atlantis with you. I was hoping you'd take them under your wing – look out for them until they find their way."
"Sure, of course," Evan agreed. "I can do that."
"Great," Sam grinned. "I'll just take you to meet them now."
Evan nodded, tagging along as Sam led the way to the briefing room closest to the Stargate. He walked into the room completely unsuspecting, his eyes taking in the figure standing facing the viewing window. The Stargate was visible below but all he saw was the delicate feminine frame dressed in the basic Atlantis civilian uniform, topped by a head of sunny blonde hair.
"Amy?" he asked incredulously.
Amy turned, smiling, her blue eyes alight with mischief and excitement. "Hi," she smiled almost shyly, nervous of his reaction.
"I don't ...," he frowned, looking to Colonel Carter for an explanation.
"It turns out that your wife has something of value to Atlantis beyond keeping you out of trouble Major," Sam began. "Doctor McKay has been trying to document the city's interior but with limited resources hasn't made much progress. People here want to know what the city is like, more than they can get from pictures, schematics, or someone's description. Amy's been hired to adapt her spatial mapping program to Atlantis to create a digital architectural landscape of the city."
"She has?" Evan looked at Amy, amazed. "That's ... you're coming to Atlantis?" he cut to the part that was most relevant to him.
"I'm coming to Atlantis," Amy confirmed. "Colonel Carter offered me the job weeks ago. I should have told you but I wanted to surprise you and ... and I didn't want you trying to talk me out of it. You're not mad are you?"
"No," Evan shot out. "God no! I can't believe I get to have you there, with me."
"Amy will report directly to Doctor McKay," Sam interjected. "You'll have no say in any decisions that influence her career so there'll be no cause for accusations of favouritism."
"I ...," Evan looked at Sam wordlessly.
"You're welcome Major," Sam said simply, understanding everything he couldn't say. "Now, you both need to get your gear and be ready to beam out."
"Yes Ma'am," Evan and Amy both returned briskly.
"Sam," Amy rushed forward and hugged the Colonel, whispering something that made Sam smile. Sam nodded and then strode away, leaving them alone.
Evan took Amy's hand and pulled her into his arms, hugging her tight. "I can't believe you're doing this," he muttered, pressing his face into her hair.
"Are you kidding?" Amy reared back. "This is the kind of opportunity I used to dream about. I'd do it whether you were there or not," she smiled, the sparkle in her eyes letting him know she was teasing a little.
"Then I'm glad I'll be there to see what you can do," Evan returned.
They hugged again, Evan kissing his wife quickly before they both pulled apart, ready for the next stage in their relationship.
Truly together ... at last.
"Peter can you gather the angels all around?
I'll need everyone to get this down.
This will not be easy,
'cos what I'm asking for
is something we have never tried before.
Lets make a girl,
but not just any girl.
She needs to be perfect, perfect.
And so beautiful,
flawlessly divine,
she needs to define perfection.
And don't forget the sugar.
Make it so she's sweet from her head to her feet,
perfection.
Go and get the Picasso. He can paint her eyes.
Michelangelo can paint her smile.
And when they're finally finished,
I want nothing less
than for all of us to stand here breathless.
Lets make a girl,
but not just any girl.
She needs to be perfect, perfect.
And so beautiful,
flawlessly divine,
she needs to define perfection.
And don't forget the sugar.
Make it so she's sweet from her head to her feet,
perfection.
All the angels said can we keep her?
She's so beautiful.
But God said someone down there needs her,
and he can't live without her, without her.
She's beautiful,
flawlessly divine,
and yes she defines perfection.
Please don't change a thing.
It's obvious to me that what I see is ...
perfection."
"What was that?" Amy asked, coming in on the tail end of the music Evan was listening to in their quarters.
"Just a song," he dismissed, grabbing her and pulling her in for a hug. "Something that made me think of you."
"Well, aren't you the charmer?" Amy smiled, clutching his face and pulling him down for a kiss.
Evan complied, marvelling again at how easy it had been for them to establish a life together on Atlantis. Three months in and they were going strong. He'd always been happy in his work but not like this. Pegasus was still dangerous, weird stuff still happened with worrying regularity, but with Amy to 'come home to' everything seemed easier to handle.
He was happy ... content in a way he'd never been before. Amy was too – he didn't need her to tell him that for him to know it was true. It was because they were finally living together – a husband and his wife ... just as they were always meant to be.
The End!
Authors Note:
The song didn't really play a part in this final chapter so I decided to pick something I love, once again from the wealth of songs by Guy Sebastian. This one is called Perfection, and was written by him for his wife for their wedding day. Aww ... I've added it to my favourites on youtube (ShaViva3) if you'd like to listen.
And so ends my foray into a different kind of Lorne. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Thanks for reading.