"What if I gave you the order, then, to abandon the hunt for Lieutenant Fick, whose days with the Marine Corps are over?"

Brad drew in a breath. "Sir," he said, "then I would go hunting for Nate Fick, rather than my LT."

Brad/Nate/Ray, NC-17.
This takes place right after Ray leaves the football field in the Bomb in the Garden episode, and is my version of fix-it fic. I wanted to give Ray a giant hug at the end of the show, and, so. Uh. Instead I wrote him a threesome, which is like a hug, but better? ...WHAT, RAY WOULD TOTALLY THINK SO. LEAVE ME ALONE.

Or, SitRep Atlantis: Advance Recon Report by Sgt Brad Colbert

"You know what's really weird about the whole thing?" Brad finally said.

Nate raised an eyebrow. "Apart from the whole highly classified, inter-branch, civilian and international, can't-tell-you-what-our-program-is-called-without-non-disclosure-paperwork, independent-thinker selecting, amiable Air Force and Corps officer cooperation thing?"

"Yeah, apart from that."

Generation Kill/Princess Diaries Fusion, Nate/Brad