[email log] [opposite plot] 1.3 - the bimbo and the sharing
Summary: Morgan gets away from Tim and goes looking for Daniel to have sex with her. She finds John Sheppard and Alice instead.
Tim wouldn't let her have sex with Kon. He said that she'd regret it when she's herself again. And that it's just wrong because she's ten thousand years old - she can't even COUNT that high, so she doesn't think that she could've lived that many years; that's a LOT, and she doesn't LOOK old - and Kon is only seventeen. Except he's three. Someone being three and seventeen at the same time, now that seems wrong to her. Because he would get two birthdays, wouldn't he? How would that even work?
Anyway, it doesn't matter what Tim says, because Tim's not here. Tim's back at her hut. She left him there and climbed out the window. She almost fell down, but she didn't yell even though it hurt. Tim's fast. And smart. He'd have caught her if she made any noise and she doesn't want to be stuck in her hut all day. The books in it make her feel weird. And the computers. They kind of scare her.
Maybe a lot. Enough that she has to rub her boobs to feel better. She doesn't want to touch the computers or her books because she might break them and Tim says that would make her sad when she's herself again. And she doesn't like being sad. It makes her cry. And crying makes her face blotchy. Red looks good on her but not on blotches on her face. That's ugly.
And if she wants to have sex, then she can't be ugly. Ugly women don't get laid. Unless people are drunk. Then they do. So if she doesn't get sex before it's nighttime, she'll go where people are getting drunk. The Hub or the Catscratch Club, maybe there, because other people are getting naked. And drunk. So, even if she does start crying she can probably have sex.
But she doesn't like crying, so she'll try not to. That's why she's being really careful while she runs to New Atlantis. Daniel will help her. He always helps her. She likes Daniel. He's smart. And really handsome. Even if he does wear glasses that are broken sometimes. He can't help that though. The island doesn't re...re...fix, it doesn't fix broken things.
Daniel can, though. He can do almost anything. Almost. Except the things Sam can do. She's smarter than Daniel, but shh, don't tell Daniel that because he might cry and that would be bad because he would get blotchy and then Vala probably wouldn't--
"John!" she yells, windmilling her arms and legs and running up to him to give him a big hug. John is more handsome than Daniel. Maybe he'll have sex with her.
John froze when someone came barrelling right for him, when all he really wanted to do was bolt in the other direction. Between finding Rodney and hearing his news, John was pretty close to wanting to find Mayko, dump it all on her, and go hide for the next few days.
Unfortunately, trouble had a habit of finding him, and this time, he couldn't even be sure if he was being hugged to death by Jill or Morgan.
He wasn't sure which of them he would have preferred, actually.
"Hi!" John doesn't push her away so she keeps hugging him. His muscles feel good, even if they're crushing her boobs a little but that's okay because then they don't tingle. Except in the good way where it feels like sex and not like forgetting. "I was coming to look for Daniel because Tim's mean and he won't let me have sex with Kon because he's too young and I'm ten thousand years old but I can't even count that high so I can't really be ten thousand years old can I?" Is what she thinks she said but it mostly comes out "Daniel blah blah blah Tim blah blah blah Kon question" because she's talking too fast and her mouth is pressed up against John's neck.
It sounds funny to her, which makes her pout and sigh. She doesn't let go but she does lift her head up and look at him. Eyes big and wide, like Tim's when she got in bed with him and Dick only not scared, just big. "Tim is mean. Will you save me?" The sex part comes after the saving. Rescuing damsels in distress happens all the time in movies. Heroes do it. John's a hero. He'll save her and then they can have sex.
"I--" John paused, then tried again. "You...uh. That is...what?"
Okay, so it wasn't going well. But in the span of a few hours, John had been accosted by friends, hugged against his will and freaked out beyond any hope of repression. He couldn't really be blamed. He did his best to pry her arms off him as gently as he could, then put some space between them.
Two feet of it.
"Morgan, are you...feeling okay?"
John pushes her away. That's not nice. Morgan pouts. Her lower lip trembles. "Well I was feeling just fine. Because YOU were here and you were going to rescue me from Tim. Because Tim wouldn't let me have sex with Kon or doing anything else fun."
She puts her hands on her hips and tries to look mean. But her breasts are tingling, so she has to look around for clouds, and that makes her eyebrows go up and then she doesn't look mean anymore. But it's not raining and...oh! She forgot, she wanted to have sex and sex with John would be GREAT. She knows that from Chaya Sar. Her best friend in the whole wide...um, universe, she guesses. She loves Chaya Sar.
"Chaya Sar says you're really good at sex. Com...com... Brain-sex. Do you want to have brain-sex with me?" It would glow and be so pretty. Yes, they should com...share. Brains. Like zombies...only not.
There were some things John tried not to think about, ever, and Chaya rated extremely high on that list, if only because she wasn't exactly a positive topic around Atlantis. Besides, John liked to consider his own business was private.
Which, apparently, didn't count among Ancients, or something. He couldn't believe she'd told Morgan about it.
"Okay, no, there was no...no sex involved, we just...shared." In an extremely cool, extremly tingly and best alien experience ever kind of way, but still. Sharing. No sex. "You can't go mentioning that, it's private stuff, okay? Can you promise me you won't go telling anyone that?"
He felt stupid for talking to a ten thousand year old Ancient like she was ten, but it wasn't like he was the one at fault, here.
Apparently the whole island had gone insane again. So far, Alice had been lucky enough not to encounter anyone she knew who had been affected, but that was mostly because she'd gone straight back to her hut after visiting the Compound and finding out about it. She started to worry, though. About John. What if he'd - what if someone he knew had - who knew what kind of trouble he'd get into? So, like a dutiful...whatever she was...she left her hut, making sure to take one of her kukris, shoved into the back of her belt just in case, and headed to New Atlantis.
John was easily visible, standing there with a vaguely familiar looking woman, and it didn't take a genius to see that he didn't look happy. Alice strolled over casually, curious to see what had rattled the good Colonel.
"Hi," she said. "What's up
A very strong-looking woman she doesn't really know is walking toward them. She watches from around John's shoulder, which is easy because she's tall for a girl. Her eyes get wider and wider while John talks because that woman is Alice. Alice is Monet's IPD partner. That's all she knows about Alice except Alice is pretty.
"She's very pretty." Morgan points at Alice. "You're very pretty," she says to Alice, smiling happily. Maybe she'll make a new friend. She wants to have friends almost as much as she wants to have sex. But she was asking John to have sex with her, and he was...the tingling starts up but it goes away fast this time, looking from John to Alice.
"I won't tell anyone if you want to have the sharing with me. Or that you had it with Chaya. I promise! It's just you're very handsome and she said you were good at it, and, um." She tilts her head when she shrugs. "The lights are pretty. Like her. She could share with us, too."
Alice either had perfect timing or the worst timing ever.
He was damn glad she'd shown up, since it gave him an excuse to get the hell away from Morgan, but at the same time, she was kind of the last person he wanted to hear about what Morgan insisted on calling glowly light sex. Knowing her, she'd probably mock him.
"I'm gonna have to pass on the sharing," John told Morgan, then turned and gave Alice a completely, unabashedly desperate look as a plea for help.
Alice stared, first at the woman and then at John and then back again. It was obvious the woman was under the influence of some drug, or drunk, since nothing she said made any fucking sense. John seemed to be playing along with it, probably afraid she was going to pass out or have a seizure or something, and then they'd have a corpse on their hands which wouldn't be pretty.
"Me too," she said slowly. "Not a big sharer." Whatever that meant. She looked back at John with a raised eyebrow as if to say, What do you want to do about this? She'd had to deal with a lot of crazies in her life; she was practically an expert at it. A kick to the head or the groin usually sufficed, but that was probably going overboard. Probably. Plus she was IPD, which meant it was her duty to make sure people were safe. Even the crazy ones.
"Oh." Morgan's face falls. She stares down at her boobs, wishing they would stop tingling. Reminding her all the time that she's forgetting things, like how to make friends with pretty girls like Alice isn't very helpful. Tilting her head, she pushes her hair over her shoulder - it's tangled from running but it still looks pretty. Windblown. Like in the movies the Doctor shows in class - and tries one more time.
"Are you sure you don't want to share with us?" she says to Alice. "I think you'd like it. John liked it. Chaya said so. She said he was good at it. We hug and touch and share brains only not like zombies and there are lots of glowing lights." Oh. She wasn't supposed to tell anyone. Her hand comes to her mouth. "I'm sorry. I promise I won't tell anyone..."
That's Daniel.
"...else..."
She was looking for Daniel before. Maybe he'll share with her.
"About--"
Before she finishes saying she's sorry, Morgan's gone. Arms and legs windmilling as she runs toward Daniel as fast as she can.
Tim wouldn't let her have sex with Kon. He said that she'd regret it when she's herself again. And that it's just wrong because she's ten thousand years old - she can't even COUNT that high, so she doesn't think that she could've lived that many years; that's a LOT, and she doesn't LOOK old - and Kon is only seventeen. Except he's three. Someone being three and seventeen at the same time, now that seems wrong to her. Because he would get two birthdays, wouldn't he? How would that even work?
Anyway, it doesn't matter what Tim says, because Tim's not here. Tim's back at her hut. She left him there and climbed out the window. She almost fell down, but she didn't yell even though it hurt. Tim's fast. And smart. He'd have caught her if she made any noise and she doesn't want to be stuck in her hut all day. The books in it make her feel weird. And the computers. They kind of scare her.
Maybe a lot. Enough that she has to rub her boobs to feel better. She doesn't want to touch the computers or her books because she might break them and Tim says that would make her sad when she's herself again. And she doesn't like being sad. It makes her cry. And crying makes her face blotchy. Red looks good on her but not on blotches on her face. That's ugly.
And if she wants to have sex, then she can't be ugly. Ugly women don't get laid. Unless people are drunk. Then they do. So if she doesn't get sex before it's nighttime, she'll go where people are getting drunk. The Hub or the Catscratch Club, maybe there, because other people are getting naked. And drunk. So, even if she does start crying she can probably have sex.
But she doesn't like crying, so she'll try not to. That's why she's being really careful while she runs to New Atlantis. Daniel will help her. He always helps her. She likes Daniel. He's smart. And really handsome. Even if he does wear glasses that are broken sometimes. He can't help that though. The island doesn't re...re...fix, it doesn't fix broken things.
Daniel can, though. He can do almost anything. Almost. Except the things Sam can do. She's smarter than Daniel, but shh, don't tell Daniel that because he might cry and that would be bad because he would get blotchy and then Vala probably wouldn't--
"John!" she yells, windmilling her arms and legs and running up to him to give him a big hug. John is more handsome than Daniel. Maybe he'll have sex with her.
John froze when someone came barrelling right for him, when all he really wanted to do was bolt in the other direction. Between finding Rodney and hearing his news, John was pretty close to wanting to find Mayko, dump it all on her, and go hide for the next few days.
Unfortunately, trouble had a habit of finding him, and this time, he couldn't even be sure if he was being hugged to death by Jill or Morgan.
He wasn't sure which of them he would have preferred, actually.
"Hi!" John doesn't push her away so she keeps hugging him. His muscles feel good, even if they're crushing her boobs a little but that's okay because then they don't tingle. Except in the good way where it feels like sex and not like forgetting. "I was coming to look for Daniel because Tim's mean and he won't let me have sex with Kon because he's too young and I'm ten thousand years old but I can't even count that high so I can't really be ten thousand years old can I?" Is what she thinks she said but it mostly comes out "Daniel blah blah blah Tim blah blah blah Kon question" because she's talking too fast and her mouth is pressed up against John's neck.
It sounds funny to her, which makes her pout and sigh. She doesn't let go but she does lift her head up and look at him. Eyes big and wide, like Tim's when she got in bed with him and Dick only not scared, just big. "Tim is mean. Will you save me?" The sex part comes after the saving. Rescuing damsels in distress happens all the time in movies. Heroes do it. John's a hero. He'll save her and then they can have sex.
"I--" John paused, then tried again. "You...uh. That is...what?"
Okay, so it wasn't going well. But in the span of a few hours, John had been accosted by friends, hugged against his will and freaked out beyond any hope of repression. He couldn't really be blamed. He did his best to pry her arms off him as gently as he could, then put some space between them.
Two feet of it.
"Morgan, are you...feeling okay?"
John pushes her away. That's not nice. Morgan pouts. Her lower lip trembles. "Well I was feeling just fine. Because YOU were here and you were going to rescue me from Tim. Because Tim wouldn't let me have sex with Kon or doing anything else fun."
She puts her hands on her hips and tries to look mean. But her breasts are tingling, so she has to look around for clouds, and that makes her eyebrows go up and then she doesn't look mean anymore. But it's not raining and...oh! She forgot, she wanted to have sex and sex with John would be GREAT. She knows that from Chaya Sar. Her best friend in the whole wide...um, universe, she guesses. She loves Chaya Sar.
"Chaya Sar says you're really good at sex. Com...com... Brain-sex. Do you want to have brain-sex with me?" It would glow and be so pretty. Yes, they should com...share. Brains. Like zombies...only not.
There were some things John tried not to think about, ever, and Chaya rated extremely high on that list, if only because she wasn't exactly a positive topic around Atlantis. Besides, John liked to consider his own business was private.
Which, apparently, didn't count among Ancients, or something. He couldn't believe she'd told Morgan about it.
"Okay, no, there was no...no sex involved, we just...shared." In an extremely cool, extremly tingly and best alien experience ever kind of way, but still. Sharing. No sex. "You can't go mentioning that, it's private stuff, okay? Can you promise me you won't go telling anyone that?"
He felt stupid for talking to a ten thousand year old Ancient like she was ten, but it wasn't like he was the one at fault, here.
Apparently the whole island had gone insane again. So far, Alice had been lucky enough not to encounter anyone she knew who had been affected, but that was mostly because she'd gone straight back to her hut after visiting the Compound and finding out about it. She started to worry, though. About John. What if he'd - what if someone he knew had - who knew what kind of trouble he'd get into? So, like a dutiful...whatever she was...she left her hut, making sure to take one of her kukris, shoved into the back of her belt just in case, and headed to New Atlantis.
John was easily visible, standing there with a vaguely familiar looking woman, and it didn't take a genius to see that he didn't look happy. Alice strolled over casually, curious to see what had rattled the good Colonel.
"Hi," she said. "What's up
A very strong-looking woman she doesn't really know is walking toward them. She watches from around John's shoulder, which is easy because she's tall for a girl. Her eyes get wider and wider while John talks because that woman is Alice. Alice is Monet's IPD partner. That's all she knows about Alice except Alice is pretty.
"She's very pretty." Morgan points at Alice. "You're very pretty," she says to Alice, smiling happily. Maybe she'll make a new friend. She wants to have friends almost as much as she wants to have sex. But she was asking John to have sex with her, and he was...the tingling starts up but it goes away fast this time, looking from John to Alice.
"I won't tell anyone if you want to have the sharing with me. Or that you had it with Chaya. I promise! It's just you're very handsome and she said you were good at it, and, um." She tilts her head when she shrugs. "The lights are pretty. Like her. She could share with us, too."
Alice either had perfect timing or the worst timing ever.
He was damn glad she'd shown up, since it gave him an excuse to get the hell away from Morgan, but at the same time, she was kind of the last person he wanted to hear about what Morgan insisted on calling glowly light sex. Knowing her, she'd probably mock him.
"I'm gonna have to pass on the sharing," John told Morgan, then turned and gave Alice a completely, unabashedly desperate look as a plea for help.
Alice stared, first at the woman and then at John and then back again. It was obvious the woman was under the influence of some drug, or drunk, since nothing she said made any fucking sense. John seemed to be playing along with it, probably afraid she was going to pass out or have a seizure or something, and then they'd have a corpse on their hands which wouldn't be pretty.
"Me too," she said slowly. "Not a big sharer." Whatever that meant. She looked back at John with a raised eyebrow as if to say, What do you want to do about this? She'd had to deal with a lot of crazies in her life; she was practically an expert at it. A kick to the head or the groin usually sufficed, but that was probably going overboard. Probably. Plus she was IPD, which meant it was her duty to make sure people were safe. Even the crazy ones.
"Oh." Morgan's face falls. She stares down at her boobs, wishing they would stop tingling. Reminding her all the time that she's forgetting things, like how to make friends with pretty girls like Alice isn't very helpful. Tilting her head, she pushes her hair over her shoulder - it's tangled from running but it still looks pretty. Windblown. Like in the movies the Doctor shows in class - and tries one more time.
"Are you sure you don't want to share with us?" she says to Alice. "I think you'd like it. John liked it. Chaya said so. She said he was good at it. We hug and touch and share brains only not like zombies and there are lots of glowing lights." Oh. She wasn't supposed to tell anyone. Her hand comes to her mouth. "I'm sorry. I promise I won't tell anyone..."
That's Daniel.
"...else..."
She was looking for Daniel before. Maybe he'll share with her.
"About--"
Before she finishes saying she's sorry, Morgan's gone. Arms and legs windmilling as she runs toward Daniel as fast as she can.