Wild Dark Times by bluflamingo (PG-13

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Rec Category: Evan Lorne
Pairing: None but Cam Mitchell is here as well.
Category: apocfic, AU, angst
Warning: none really, mild end of the world sort of stuff, Spoilers for SG-1 10x13
Author on LJ: bluflamingo 
Author's Website: Bluflamingo Fic
Link: Wild Dark Times

Why This Must Be Read:

Written for the apocalypse_kree  ficathon, this is one of the few gen Lorne fics that I've stumbled upon. It is rich with details of the AU world from The Road not Taken gone horribly wrong and how Lorne and Mitchell handle it all. A sort of friendship develops between the AU leader of SG-1 and the man who could've been the leader, aka Mitchell. Simply lovely.

There’s a pause long enough for panic to creep in at the edges of is mind: he’s asleep, he’s converted, he’s forgotten, he never knew in the first place and, God, this is why Lorne was a pilot and a gate team leader, not a member of Special Forces. He hates this covert stuff.

The static of the response code breaks through his thoughts, followed by the too loud buzz of the door unlocking, and he ducks inside, fast.

The building’s the same on the inside as on the outside: dingy, poorly lit and eerily quiet. He wonders if this is what it’s like to survive in a town where everyone’s dead, instead of just subservient. All things being equal, he’d rather not find out.

He makes his way carefully up the stairs, ignoring the elevator, and finds there’s a door half open on the first landing. He lifts his gun and edges forward, wishing for someone to cover his back, but there aren’t enough of them left to travel in pairs.

He takes another breath and leans round the doorframe, leading with his gun. The first thing he sees is a gun pointing straight back at him.

The man slowly lowers his pistol as he gets a good look at Lorne, or maybe at Lorne’s SGC issue weapon.

“Colonel Mitchell?” Lorne asks, and the gun goes all the way down as Mitchell spins his chair and says, “About damn time,” as he wheels away.