Face Off by Rowan (rated PG)
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(Sneaking a last one in....)
Rec Category: Other Slash
Pairing: Lorne/Zelenka
Category: Lorne, Zelenka, pre-slash
Warning: pre-slash
Author on LJ:
seticat
Author's Website: none
Link: Face Off
Why This Must Be Read: Although this story is pre-slash, I'm recommending this because it has nice possibilities -- what if the Stargate program wasn't where Radek and Evan first met? What if neither of them recognized the other? Where could that lead them?
Radek could hear the peals of laughter long before he rounded the corner of the corridor that opened into the mess hall. The sounds let him know that even though he was running later than he had planned to be, the Christmas party still seemed to be going strong, despite the hour. It was late and all he really wanted was a hot shower, a hot drink, preferably with a touch of something more warming than the drink itself, and some time alone to spend with his memories. But he'd given his word and he would do what he'd said he would do. Even if this was one of the last things he really wanted to do.
The winter holidays held no special meaning for him since he had left friends and family far behind. His joining the Atlantis expedition was actually nothing special in this regard. It was only the most recent event in a long list of separations.
Rec Category: Other Slash
Pairing: Lorne/Zelenka
Category: Lorne, Zelenka, pre-slash
Warning: pre-slash
Author on LJ:
![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
Author's Website: none
Link: Face Off
Why This Must Be Read: Although this story is pre-slash, I'm recommending this because it has nice possibilities -- what if the Stargate program wasn't where Radek and Evan first met? What if neither of them recognized the other? Where could that lead them?
Radek could hear the peals of laughter long before he rounded the corner of the corridor that opened into the mess hall. The sounds let him know that even though he was running later than he had planned to be, the Christmas party still seemed to be going strong, despite the hour. It was late and all he really wanted was a hot shower, a hot drink, preferably with a touch of something more warming than the drink itself, and some time alone to spend with his memories. But he'd given his word and he would do what he'd said he would do. Even if this was one of the last things he really wanted to do.
The winter holidays held no special meaning for him since he had left friends and family far behind. His joining the Atlantis expedition was actually nothing special in this regard. It was only the most recent event in a long list of separations.