"Parrish has FINALLY picked his solider." Miller replied distractedly, as if by way of explanation as she turned to watch the show as one of Carson's orderlies walked by, wielding a mop like a firearm and muttering darkly as she poked cautiously at the muddy trail, as though the green-tinged muck might be partially sentient or possibly even combustible.
Story Notes:Note: Just to be clear, this story is a Parrish/Lorne fiction that has the secondary pairing of McKay/Sheppard.. Therefore this fiction will contain allusions to a pre-slash relationship as well as established slash relationship. This fiction also contains adult language and the misuse of an already OVER used fandom trope: 'The when Lorne met Parrish' story (I couldn't resist).