Day 46, Morning; Science labs, Control Room; Attn: Rodney, Elizabeth [f]
John stifled a yawn as he headed for the labs.
He'd tried to sleep, but kept waking up cold, sleeping on a fraction of the tiny Ancient mattress to make room for a body that wasn't there. He and Evan hadn't gotten to sleep together all that often, but apparently his unconscious had grown used to the idea. Every time he woke up, it was to the gaping emptiness of knowing Evan would never be there.
Finally, more exhausted than rested, he'd slipped out of bed and gone to Evan's room. He needed to be certain it was cleared of any of his personal property before the room raiders came. He'd come to on Evan's floor, fingers still clutching the tube of ointment Evan had used on him after his first session with Teyla, cheeks feeling stiff from dried tears.
It took more than the usual effort to get up off the floor. He wasn't a young man anymore.
He tossed his stuff, plus Evan's cache of chocolate in a box and headed back to his room and then went and checked on the new supply room, where goods taken from the dead would be stored. It was coming along, which hurt like hell, so he left and wandered down to the labs. Maybe they could get the LSD up and working in time to prevent someone else's things from being added to the supplies.
"Hey, Rodney," he greeted, stepping into the lab. "How's it goin'?"
He'd tried to sleep, but kept waking up cold, sleeping on a fraction of the tiny Ancient mattress to make room for a body that wasn't there. He and Evan hadn't gotten to sleep together all that often, but apparently his unconscious had grown used to the idea. Every time he woke up, it was to the gaping emptiness of knowing Evan would never be there.
Finally, more exhausted than rested, he'd slipped out of bed and gone to Evan's room. He needed to be certain it was cleared of any of his personal property before the room raiders came. He'd come to on Evan's floor, fingers still clutching the tube of ointment Evan had used on him after his first session with Teyla, cheeks feeling stiff from dried tears.
It took more than the usual effort to get up off the floor. He wasn't a young man anymore.
He tossed his stuff, plus Evan's cache of chocolate in a box and headed back to his room and then went and checked on the new supply room, where goods taken from the dead would be stored. It was coming along, which hurt like hell, so he left and wandered down to the labs. Maybe they could get the LSD up and working in time to prevent someone else's things from being added to the supplies.
"Hey, Rodney," he greeted, stepping into the lab. "How's it goin'?"