Title: Four Messages Paul Davis Never Sent and One He Did


Author’s Note: raisintorte’s fault. Again.




Paul Davis was a born and bred military man, coming from generations of officers in the Air Force. He was by the book, rules and regs because someone needed to care about that sort of thing in this day and age.

Of course, at the end of the day, he used to come home and proceed to have an affair with Major Lorne that stared the regs straight in the eye and told them to fuck off.

When Lorne left for Atlantis, Paul found himself missing that. At first, he thought it was just the release of it, the giddy defiance of breaking the rules that had gotten him hooked. But he had broken the rules before (for separate occasions, and obviously, with separate men) and this wasn’t the same feeling.

No, he realized that sometime between their half drunken first night encounter and one last night discussing the shade of his underwear, he had managed to fall in love with the man.

Damn him.

He thought about writing just that in a letter to the Pegasus Galaxy – I love you. Dammit. However, seeing as despite its inherent problems, Paul was rather fond of his job, he decided against it. But he definitely wanted to send something.

He wanted to ask if he was okay. Paul knows he would’ve heard if something had happened – but there’s something to be said for getting it from the horse’s mouth, so to speak.

He wanted to write him more than a few dirty things, because God knew Lorne had always gotten off on that sort of thing. But somehow, it seemed wrong to write them down in words, real and tangible outside of the heat of the moment. And besides, there was that job security issue again.

He wanted to say I miss you, but was afraid it would sound too clingy for words.

Finally, he gave up on the notion of putting his feelings into words at all, instead settling on sending a bottle of Tide Ultra – with extra color protection to keep those reds redder than ever!