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[oom: Lorne's getting really tired of having to apologize to his CO.]

The door from the infirmary leads to Milliways today, which Lorne figures is pretty typical. Keller had pushed a plastic cup of sleeping pills into his hand as he'd left, making him promise to take them if his heart rate wasn't back to normal in an hour.

How that fits into Milliways time, he has no idea.

He slides onto a school at the bar. Coffee is definitely a bad idea. Beer too.

"Can I get...something relaxing?"

He takes the cookies and milk that appear over to a chair by the fire, figuring he'll finish them off before heading to the cabin.

Sitting still that long could prove difficult.

tiny-overstimulated!tag: Evan Lorne

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Jack comes into the bar for supper and company--he loves the cabin but it gets quiet when Lorne's not around--and sees Lorne.

His smile is ginormous.

He goes to Lorne and puts his hands on Lorne's shoulders, and kisses the top of his head. "Hey, sweetheart."

Lorne's face lights up. "Hey, baby!"

He grins. The sweating has almost stopped, and the twitching is definitely becoming less frequent, but his pupils are still dilated, and he's much, much more fidgety than usual.

Jack tilts his head.

"Evan? Have you been smoking mary jane?"

Lorne laughs. It sounds almost nervous.

"No...I've just been...there were a lot of...I took some stimulants."

Jack kneels in front of Lorne, holding his knees. "Jesus, Evan, on duty? You could get court-martialed for that!"

"Nonono," Lorne says, blinking. "I was ordered to."

This . . . is not reassuring.

"What were they testing?" he says cautiously.

Lorne tilts his head, giving him a curious look. "Nothing. No tests. There was this...people got sick and it...we took them so...we needed to remember."

"And they gave you stimulants to help you remember."

He sighs and shakes his head.

Ah, the military.

He rubs his hand through Lorne's hair and kisses his forehead. "Well, we'll take care of you here, love."

[ooc: BRB]

Lorne nods and grips Jack's shirt restlessly. "Yeah...I know."

He pulls a small, plastic cup with a lid out of his pocket. "I'm supposed to take these if...in like," he glances at his watch, "fifty-two minutes. If I need them."

[ooc: Kay.]

"Let's assume you're going to need them," Jack says and takes the bottle, and tucks it into his jeans. "Have you eaten? Would that help?"

[ooc: Sorry! My neighbor came over and we were chatting for a while.]

Edited 2009-03-22 01:36 (UTC)

Lorne shakes his head. "I haven't. I should. It's been..." He pauses, trying to think of when he last ate. Apparently that wasn't high on Keller's list of things to make him do.

"I'm hungry," he eventually concludes.

"Bar gave me cookies!" He offers the plate to Jack.

[ooc: No worries.]

"Bar is wise," Jack says, gently pushing the plate back to him. "Eat up. I'll be right back--I'm going to get myself some supper."

He stands, kisses Lorne's forehead again, and goes to the bar.

Lorne watches him go, munching thoughtfully on a cookie and washing it down with a large drink of milk.

His leg bounces almost on its own.

Jack returns with a plate--good old-fashioned food, as he was pre-fusion cooking, like mashed potatoes and roast turkey--and a mug of amber ale. He sits on the floor and pulls over an ottoman to use a table.

"So," he says as he picks up his fork. "Why did everyone lose their memories?"

"Space pox," Lorne says around a mouthful of cookie. He swallows. "Um...Kirsan fever? Something. It's like...it gets...you forget things. And then you...um...get really sick. Only it didn't...it's not supposed to. Teyla said it's...they get it as kids."

"Like mumps," Jack says thoughtfully.

Lorne nods. "Only we don't...they have a shot. For mumps. It's like chicken pox. And everybody forgot...except...Ronon and Teyla had it as kids. And they..."

He frowns.

"I put Teyla in the brig."

"Was she dangerous?"

He pauses. "Or you just didn't remember who she was?"

"I didn't remember. We were supposed...everyone got put in the mess. It was safer. She didn't...she tried to run. I shot her...stunned her. Threw her in the brig."

He frowns again and breaks off a piece of cookie.

"And I pulled a gun on Sheppard. Again.

"I didn't know," he adds quickly. "I thought...before I thought...I was sleepwalking. He was a replicator. And this time...I didn't know."

Jack puts down his fork and holds Lorne's knee. "Hey. Your memories were affected. And they're your friends."

"I know. And they...I apologized and they...said not to worry, but..."

He sighs and his brow furrows. "Things keep happening on my watch."

"When isn't it your watch," Jack mutters and leans his head against Lorne's knee.

"When I'm here," Lorne says.

"Or...well...not my watch maybe. Just...to me. Because of me."

Jack lifts his head, frowning. "This disease, did you carry the germs into the city?"