Lorne has a surreal moment of feeling like a carpool mom with a minivan, if the neighborhood kids were heavily armed and trained to kill. He’s still grinning to himself as he steers into the jumper bay.
The grin vanishes instantly when they touch down and he sees David waiting near the door, strangely pale and rocking nervously on his heels.
The Marines collect their gear and pile out, and Lorne calls, “Hey, Dr. Parrish. Be with you in a second,” in a carefully offhand tone. He busies himself checking ammunition boxes and making sure they’ve all cleared their weapons, and he doesn’t look at David again until the last lance corporal departs for the armory.
The instant the door shuts he’s across the bay in a handful of quick strides, already scanning David’s face for a clue. Something is seriously wrong for David to search him out during the day when they don’t have a work pretext. “What? What the hell is it?”
“Colonel Sheppard knows,” David says helplessly. “Nick, he knows everything.”
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