Path
aka the sga crossover
Pairing: Kris/Adam
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 400 words
Disclaimer: Not mine. No disrespect or offense intended to anyone.
Warnings: Just a quick angsty drabble. AU. SGA Crossover.
Notes: Written for the kink meme. This is for the "Other: Aliens" square in my au_bingo card.
Extras: Podfic available at the end of the story.
“I can explain,” Kris says, trying to hold onto Adam’s hand.
“I can explain,” Kris says, trying to hold onto Adam’s hand.
Adam pulls free. “Explain—how you lied to me? And used me?”
Kris opens his mouth to say . . . something—anything, but someone tugging at his uniform stops him.
“I need the Zed-PM,” McKay tells him, snapping his fingers impatiently. “Now, Lieutenant.”
Kris’ shoulders sag, and he begs with his eyes for Adam to wait. They have no time for explanations right now. They really need to get that ZPM to Atlantis. If they’d had time, if they could afford to take this slow, Kris never would’ve . . .
He hands the ZPM over to McKay, but doesn’t—can’t—look away from Adam’s eyes. They’re an unnaturally bright blue, as mesmerizing and alien as the first moment Kris saw them. But they’re no longer smiling at him fondly. No, they look betrayed now. Betrayed, and hurt, and furious.
Kris chokes on his next breath. Adam is never going to forgive him.
How did that become so important to him in just three days?
“Adam. Please,” he begs, frozen in place.
He hears the gate activate behind him and a couple of people step through. He counts one, two, three, then McKay says, “Come on, Allen. Time to go.”
Kris nods, but when he tries to take a step back, his feet go forward instead.
“No,” Adam tells him coldly. He pulls his gun, which, small as it is, can kill Kris in a matter of seconds. Kris instinctively looks for the telltale tremor in Adam’s trigger finger, his training kicking in to give a detached threat assessment—Adam hates guns, Adam lov-likes Kris—but even though he hasn’t seen any tangible proof of it until now, Kris suspects that Adam can be ruthless when he needs to be, and judging by his surprisingly steady aim and the stone cold expression on his face, Kris has managed to push him to his limit.
“I’ll come back,” Kris says. That’s all he can think of to do. He can’t stay here when Atlantis needs him, but he can’t bear to keep away when Adam thinks it’s all been a lie.
“No,” Adam repeats, shaking his head. “You will go, and you will stay gone.”
“Adam . . .”
Adam fires a warning shot into the trees; the sound makes Kris flinch.
“Go,” Adam says.
Kris turns away and steps through the gate.
The End
July 27th, 2010