V.

JOHN

Had it not been for Teyla and her very amazing skills of calming him down then John was sure he would already have slaughtered Fields. There was absolutely nothing positive to say about the man, he was rude, obnoxious, pompous and arrogant. To sum it up, Norman Fields was, in John's eyes a self-loving, annoying, slimy jackass.
Usually John did not put much time on reflecting over Fields but for the past week or two he had noticed a change in Fields way of dealing with Evan. Speaking of his XO, John had noticed a change there too, not a big one mind you, it was very small but John, who had been working for almost five years very closely with the man, noticed it.

There was a small spring to Evan's steps when he walked but on the same time he seemed distracted, especially when Fields was close by.
It was worrying to say the least. Not that he had had that much time to think about it, everyone were kept busy with the small wraith attack that took place in the beginning of the week, they had been lucky it was only a few wraith and that no one died. And of course, Fields had a lot to say about the attack, he did not even bother to thank
Sergeant Roberts for saving his life.

No, if John would get to choose then he would just wrap his hands around Fields' neck and squeeze until the bother of a man was dead, but he had promised Cam to play nice, and he would try to the best of his abilities to keep it. Even if it meant spending an extra hour in the training room getting his ass kicked by Ronon or Teyla, depending on which one of them had the time. This of course resulted in him looking like one big bruise but in the end it was worth it, after all it meant he felt more relaxed and clearheaded when he was done.

It was of course not even near as effective as when he could just curl up beside Cam, not needing to worry about anything. John scowled when he thought of Fields last attempt at gathering "information", forcing Rodney to put up those cameras, the worst part was that the only one who had access to them was Fields.
The infuriating man had made sure Rodney connected them with his computer making sure, in a very efficient way that no one else would get their hands on them, meaning anything slightly odd going on could be used as ammunition.

John would be lying if he said he was not worried about it, but he was mostly just mad. Everyone had their right to privacy and Fields was denying them their most basic right when he had those cameras brought to Atlantis.

Rolling around on his bed, John could not find a comfortable sleeping position. He had been lying awake for about two hours now, thinking and rethinking about things, and the longer he lay there awake the harder it got for him to fall asleep.

Usually when he and Cam slept together there was not very much space to move around on, but now lying there alone in the bed, John suddenly had more room than he knew what to do with it. If anyone asked then he would deny it completely but there, alone in his bed in the middle of the night when most people were already deep inside the dreamland, John could admit that he missed his lover or boyfriend. He was not really sure what he was supposed to call Cam, but he liked to think about the other man as his boyfriend. It was somehow more permanent more real than the word lover.

Twirling round in his chair, John tried to rein in his thoughts before his meeting with Fields and Lorne. Cam would not be present as it only was a small meeting about recourses, or if you read between the lines, Fields was not satisfied with the reports and just wanted to whine and have something to write up and take up John's and Evan's time.

John could think of about a hundred different things to do, a hundred things more important that having this meeting, going through reports explaining that they are right and properly filled. It would be a nightmare; at least he would not have to deal with Fields alone. That would just have been too cruel.

"So gentlemen let's begin," drawled Fields whilst watching John and Evan with his pig eyes, "even if the two of you don't have anything important to do, but I do."

Biting his tongue hard, John exchanged a small look with his SIC before he sat down in the chair opposite of Fields. All the papers were already spread out on the table, and it was not just a small pile but a huge mountain of papers. Just the thought of the amount of time it would take to go through it all made John want to go out and give himself up to the first wraith that crossed his path.

"Then let us not waste your time, Mr. Fields after all we all know those files are legal and properly completed," said Evan from his seat beside John.

John was not sure but there was something that changed in Fields' eyes, no his whole demeanor changed when Evan spoke, it was creepy and not just a little bit alarming. It reminded him a bit of some old pervert staring at an innocent young girl or well boy in this case, wanting to do stuff that never would be legal.

"Oh no, Major Lorne this needs to be done, we wouldn't want to send back half-finished papers, now would we? This can only be done one way, I'm afraid that pretty mouth of yours isn't going to be of any help here."

What was worst with Fields leering at Evan was that the Major seemed totally unfazed by it. There was not even the slightest of hint that he felt uncomfortable by it that John almost thought his SIC had not noticed it. Not that it was possible, Evan always noticed even the smallest of things, in that way he was almost as in tune with his surroundings as Ronon was, it was totally impossible to sneak up on either of the men.

"Shall we begin then? I don't want this to take up more time than necessary," said John cutting off whatever Fields was going to say next. Ignoring the fiery glare directed at him, John started to organize the reports in a chronological order.

Whatever it was that Fields was going to say could not have been very important as he never said it in the end, not that John cared, it was better this way. Forcing his hands to stay on the table instead of slowly drifting to his temples was harder than he had anticipated not that he really had anything to be annoyed about. If anyone had the right to complain it would have been Major Lorne.

Yes, John had noticed how Fields had acted lately towards Evan but to see it with his own two goddamn eyes, only a table apart from him was a completely different thing. Biting his tongue, John cleared his throat loudly successfully distracting Fields from continuing his not so subtle verbal attacking of Evan.

"Well Mr. Fields if you've got time to stop your people bashing for a moment then maybe we'd actually get this done before tomorrow," pointed John out drily.

They had been sitting in the conference room for almost three hours now and they still had a lot to go through. Evan shifted in his seat beside him and sat up straighter nodding his head but not saying anything. He had actually been unusually quiet the whole time noted John to himself. Patting Evan's leg under the table, John gave his SIC a supportive glance; they would get through this torture together.

And so John for the rest of the four hours they kept on working, every time Fields strayed into one of his tirades John would clear his throat or just rudely interrupt. Not that anyone would have ever blamed him for it, except for maybe Fields himself, because no one could be expected to endure seven hours of listening to "But Major I thought that would be exactly up your alley" and "Really? And here I thought you liked serving other people for money".

Where Fields got these quirks from John had no idea, but the way Fields said them and the words he put a strain on John was not sure he wanted to know. He had never heard or seen any indications that Evan would be gay and the Major had certainly never said anything himself to indicate that he would be anything else but straight, but it was hard to know with the younger man. Not that it mattered, they protected their own on Atlantis and Evan was a bit more than one of them, he was probably the most well liked person in the whole city.

John did not say anything for a long time after Fields had left the room and instead concentrated on the papers. It was not before Evan started to rise from his chair, collecting all the papers and things from the table that John snapped out of his small daze.

"What he said… is it true?"

John did not look at Evan and Evan did not turn around to face him either. It was somewhat surrealistic but on the same time it was probably the most personal they had ever gotten with each other. Both enjoying and working hard to keep their private lives private or as private as one could in a place like Atlantis.

"Does it make a difference for you?"

"No, not really you're a friend a good one and I value you a hundred times more than Fields."

"Thank you."

"I… I just want you to know that whatever Fields decides to throw at you I'm here for you okay, I need you God knows Atlantis would not be standing anymore if it wasn't for you and that is something I can say for every single person living here."

"I appreciate that." Turning around Evan smiled at John, "thank you sir."

It was as if his body or well his face reacted naturally to the smile he was receiving from his XO, even though it was a bit uncertain in that typically uncomfortable way John always managed when he was supposed to show some more emotions, but it was still a smile.

Snapping out of whatever it was that kept him, John went back to work. Even though they did not do any more gate travelling than necessary there was still a lot to be done concerning it, there were old reports to go through, old trades to go over, find new possible trading goods etc.

Nothing much happened for the rest of the day. In fact, if it was not for the fact that the clock showed how the time moved forward then John could have sworn that it stood still. It was as if a snail was dragging it forward not going anywhere, at least not in a pace that satisfied him. Finally when the clock struck ten John stood up from his chair in his office ready to call it a day. He had only left the office for dinner a few hours ago and did not feel for anything more than a coffee and that did not take too long to acquire. With his coffee in one hand John navigated the half-full corridors back to his quarters. Grinding his teeth together John felt like a rat in a maze when he walked. Everywhere he went, it did not matter in which corridor or which transporter he took there was always a camera lurking around, staring after him as if he was a criminal.

Looking around at the other people moving around Atlantis was also very conscious of the fact that they were not alone. "Big Brother sees you" was a very good way to describe the situation somehow.

Finally getting to his room John found himself sitting on his bed coffee still in his hand sipping slowly from the mug. It was lonely.

"Jesus Sheppard, get a grip! You've been alone before there's nothing extra about it now," reprimanded John himself but he could not shake the feeling that was growing inside of him.

After having spent a good hour just sitting and doing nothing, John decided it was better to go to sleep, at least then he would be doing something worthwhile.
Showering and brushing his teeth did not take long and before he had time to register it, John found himself lying in bed tossing and turning because he could not fall asleep. It was annoying and frustrating and he had no idea what to do with himself if he kept this up.

Getting up John rifled through his closet, smiling victoriously John pulled out a pillow from the far back. Hugging it close to his chest, he could smell the faint fragrance of Cam on it. He had nicked it from Cam two days after Fields had arrived, finding it much easier to fall asleep when he had something which reminded him of his lover close, especially as the first pillow he had taken with him had somehow ended up in the washing machine and so did not have the right smell anymore.

This time around it was much easier for him to find a comfortable position, burying his head in the pillow John fell asleep, dreaming of blue eyes and a very sexy southern accent.

FIELDS

Ever since he had had his small talk with Fiona and he had gotten his cameras, things had started to look a bit brighter for him. He had never thought the cameras would work so well, he could practically see everything that went to inside of Atlantis except for the inside of peoples' private quarters. The only thing he regretted was that he did not get microphones so that he could hear what was being said, because people were very reserved when they spoke with him and when he walked past people in the corridor usually as conversation ceased until he had passed.

Searching for a certain member of the military staff on the cameras Norman zoomed in and gave a satisfied grunt when he found Major Lorne on one of the screens. The Major was in one of the work-out rooms, only wearing a pair of loose fitting pants sweat rolling down in back when he moved.

Norman groaned and let his hand fall into his lap, palming his hardening cock through his pants. His eyes were fixated on the moving form on the screen. Oh how he just wanted to force the major down on his knees. Opening the zipper to his pants, Norman pulled out his cock fantasizing about how it would feel having Lorne's mouth around it, hot and wet. Just thinking about it made him come, shooting his load all over the screen.

It annoyed him that this was the only way he could have the major, every time he got the shorter man pushed into a corner or alone then the goddamn man would somehow slink away or someone would interrupt them. So far he had only managed to get in a few grabs and it did not give him much satisfaction, although it did make his desire burn hotter. He did not care a flying fuck whether Lorne wanted it or not, he was going to have the man it was practically set in stone.

"Soon, very soon I'll have you exactly where I want you and I promise you'll like it you little whore," smirked Norman.

STARGATE: ATLANTIS

Angry glares directed at the floor muddled with worried ones and even maybe a bit scared and apprehensive ones surrounded Norman. The defeated feeling of people who had rendered themselves to their fates was a glorious sensation, it was power. Power was the only thing he cared about, power was sweet, and he craved the power like a man in the desert craves for water.

A smirk crawled onto his face when he saw the familiar shape of the man who had been occupying his thoughts for a while now. Lorne really was a good looking fellow; Norman would make sure he wiped that smile of the major's face. There was a stupid rumor going around that even Buddha would get pissed off faster than Lorne that damn hero worship in their eyes when they talked about it pissed him off, but Fields did not believe it, he would make the man lose it and he would win showing the rest of the lunatics on Atlantis who was in charge, he could do whatever he wanted with them.

Looking around, Norman noted happily that Lorne was stepping into one of the armories probably to do his weekly check-up on their recourses for the next Daedalus run. Waiting for a moment Norman followed Lorne, opening the door and locking it, for once happy that they made no sound. He groaned low in his throat when he watched that ass just begging to be fucked. Even though the sound was low, Lorne heard and whipped around, it irked Norman that there was absolutely no other reaction from the man.

"Mr. Fields," greeted Lorne and Norman dreamed that there was a small hint of uncertainty in the shorter man's voice.

"Major Lorne," drawled Norman and took a step closer his 'prize', "what a surprise to see you here."

He was being sarcastic and they both knew it. Taking another step forward happy to note that Major Lorne took a very small step backwards, unfortunately for him there was only a wall to back into. With all the crates filled with C-4 and other explosives and ammo stacked high, there was no room for Lorne to move around much from where he was standing.

Taking another step, brought Norman even closer to Lorne, now there was barely an arm's length between them. Taking a last step forward brought Norman so close that they were touching each other, there was nowhere for the major to run now. Grabbing Lorne by the arm, Norman felt himself get hard and by the small flicker of Lorne's eyes he had noticed it too.

"Feel that? Do you?" whispered Norman maliciously.

"This… this is inappropriate… sir…"

"Oh please as if anyone would believe you after they find out about your more than colorful past," murmured Norman trying to kiss Lorne who turned away his face.

It was a real struggle for Norman trying to keep Lorne in place; the man was wriggling and trying to get away. Grabbing the major around the middle, Norman somehow got the upper hand in the struggle his hands roaming over the lithe body. Using the momentum to his own advantage, Norman threw Lorne so that the man was bent over one of the big boxes using his left hand to force the major's head face first into the wood. It was a constant struggle to stay in control, he had not expected the smaller body of the major to contain such strength (then again, Norman had no idea that Lorne had even bested Ronon once or twice when they sparred, he was not one to play with).

What happened next should not have happened, Norman relaxed so much that he let out his breath once and suddenly he was no longer in control and he was pushed against the wall and away from Lorne who was out the door before Norman even had had the chance to comprehend what just had happened. He got his air knocked out from him in the process. When he got his bearing back, Norman swore at the open door and the clear absence of Major Lorne.

Making sure that no one had noticed him, Norman walked back to his quarters. He had a lot to think about, the more the major had struggle underneath him, the more turned on he had become. But as his Grandmother used to tell him when he was younger, good things come to those who wait and Norman was certain he would get what he wanted. The more Major Lorne tried to resist, the sweeter would Norman's victory taste.

Oh yes, breaking these people was so much fun, and after he was done with the major then he would deal with the pest named Sheppard. Why the infuriating man had not been given a dishonorable discharge for his actions in Afghanistan was something Norman could not wrap his mind around and then the fact that Sheppard had been given command of Atlantis was even more of a mystery. No one in their right minds would have done it, then again, O'Neill was exactly the same way, both men should have been taken care of a long time ago, regardless how "good" they were. He, Norman Fields would make sure Lt. Colonel John Sheppard never would get his own command again, preferably a damp cell somewhere in Guantanamo or Area 51.

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