The longer I go without posting, the more reasonable it seems to go even longer without posting -- what difference would one more day make, what would I say anyway, etc
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John decided they had to close the gate. Permanently. They'd blocked off Earth easily enough, but of course it was equally easy for those there to get around that, to travel somewhere else first, then to Atlantis. So he ordered the shield up as a stop-gap measure and wished it wasn't his call to make. Unfortunately, what had come through first had looked exactly like Jack O'Neill, up until it tore Carter's throat out with its teeth.
"I don't know why they even want to go to Atlantis," Rodney said. "Why here of all places?"
"Your tasty, tasty brain is luring them here," John said.
Rodney snorted. "And of all the times to make bad jokes--"
"I could cry on your shoulder," John offered. His cheek itched where someone's blood was drying. "Earth's fallen to the zombies, and apparently every planet with a stargate is in danger of following."'
"Doesn't have to be Earth," Rodney said, fast. "It could just be the SGC." His shoulders slumped. "We could be cutting ourselves off from--"
"Just do it," John said. "And I'll figure out a way to shoot down the ones that don't come by the wormhole."
Summary: John remembers when being cut off from Earth was a problem.
...and then there's isolation and misery and misery and isolation, and a bit of comfort sex.
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John decided they had to close the gate. Permanently. They'd blocked off Earth easily enough, but of course it was equally easy for those there to get around that, to travel somewhere else first, then to Atlantis. So he ordered the shield up as a stop-gap measure and wished it wasn't his call to make. Unfortunately, what had come through first had looked exactly like Jack O'Neill, up until it tore Carter's throat out with its teeth.
"I don't know why they even want to go to Atlantis," Rodney said. "Why here of all places?"
"Your tasty, tasty brain is luring them here," John said.
Rodney snorted. "And of all the times to make bad jokes--"
"I could cry on your shoulder," John offered. His cheek itched where someone's blood was drying. "Earth's fallen to the zombies, and apparently every planet with a stargate is in danger of following."'
"Doesn't have to be Earth," Rodney said, fast. "It could just be the SGC." His shoulders slumped. "We could be cutting ourselves off from--"
"Just do it," John said. "And I'll figure out a way to shoot down the ones that don't come by the wormhole."
Summary: John remembers when being cut off from Earth was a problem.
...and then there's isolation and misery and misery and isolation, and a bit of comfort sex.
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Jacky's aaaalllways gotta go for Sam, doesn't, he?
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