another fic

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apparently I am on a Lorne kick. I think its because my favorite writer miss_porcupine writes a lot of Lorne pov's and I get my inspiration from her. That and out of all the characters its really easy for me to write Lorne--I am trying to get another sheppard focus one shot out but all I have is a paragraph and nothing to actually have that make sense. I also have an idea to do a lorne pov regarding Caldwell and Ellis along with Ford--the problem is that I think of the really good parts as I am in bed tryint to sleep and don't remmeber the good stuff when I wake up.

Title: Warning Hazard
Rating: G
Character: Lorne
Genre: General
Warnings: none
Disclaimer: I own nothing

Lorne spends his first days in Atlantis learning about the city, and being introduced to his new men and his duties. He realizes the hardest part of his job is not going to be getting respect from the marines or the civilians and even the scientists (Lorne has been around long enough to get that the scientist are a separate entity no matter where he is stationed). No the hardest part of Lorne’s new position is going to be the actual office work.  

He thought it was a joke, when the marines who returned to Earth would laugh, when Lorne questioned them about previous AARP’s, and other reports and what type of system they had to keep it organized. He learned quickly to never mention the name of Sheppard’s second in command in regards to that, not even after the third time he did and was met with silence and warning glares from marines and the civilians. Lorne is not a stranger to the duties of being the Executive Officer; those habits have been ingrained in him by Colonel Edwards. He hopes in time that he will be able to meet Sheppard’s because he is not stupid, and knows that when it comes to Command duties and actual office work, he is the one that excels in that area, and only hopes he will not become as rigid as Edwards is. But is able to balance with how he knows Sheppard will be.

The Colonel himself would always smirk and sometimes laugh, but always said he could find what he needed. He should have realized something was wrong with that, when McKay would snort in contempt and tell the Colonel not to be cruel, when Doctor Weir would only give him a smile he now wonders was sympathetic or when Dr. Beckett would glance in outright pity. But no Lorne figured that even despite the year that they had gone through; there would be an organization to everything or at the very least an office. He was right there was an office. An office that Sheppard has apparently never used and one he gratefully hands over to Lorne as soon as he has some semblance of awareness when it comes to the working of the city and her inhabitants.

However, Lorne realizes with a groan that it was not a joke. He should have listened to his instincts, to the marines; to McKay because as he looks in to the room that is Sheppard’s office, in the tower the military (and everyone else but Weir) calls Little Tripoli, he has figured out where the majority of his head aches will come from.  He thought he knew what true disorganization was back at the SGC especially during the periods of time the scientist would blow thing up, or refugees would come through the Gate. He was wrong. 

 
also would any one be willing to be my beta reader?? I cross post over at FF.net if that system would make things easier. I am pretty good at catchig mistakes but I could always use a second set of eyes.