[Locked to SGA pups.]
John had rapidly added dinosaurs to his list of things he hated and never wanted to face again. His arm hurt like a bitch, he had what he hoped were only bruised ribs, there were cuts all on his legs from the goddamn tiny dinosaurs, and he had countless scratches everywhere from running through the jungle at full tilt. It was worse than the giant squid.
Finding more people after they'd camped for the night had lifted his spirits a bit, and when they set off, John stubbornly refused Ford's help and walked through the pain. He wasn't in the U.S. Military for nothing, even if all he really did was fly choppers.
It seemed like they'd been walking forever when Samara started running at the sight of someone, and soon enough they were found by what they learned was a search party for missing people. Whatever worries he'd let slip away returned tenfold. John just wanted everyone to be okay, and hoped it was just him and Ford gone missing, not McKay and Beckett, and god help him, Leoben or Dylan. There was only so much he could take at once.
Someone bumped into his arm, and John stopped, wincing in pain. Maybe he wasn't too big to accept Ford's help after all.
Finding more people after they'd camped for the night had lifted his spirits a bit, and when they set off, John stubbornly refused Ford's help and walked through the pain. He wasn't in the U.S. Military for nothing, even if all he really did was fly choppers.
It seemed like they'd been walking forever when Samara started running at the sight of someone, and soon enough they were found by what they learned was a search party for missing people. Whatever worries he'd let slip away returned tenfold. John just wanted everyone to be okay, and hoped it was just him and Ford gone missing, not McKay and Beckett, and god help him, Leoben or Dylan. There was only so much he could take at once.
Someone bumped into his arm, and John stopped, wincing in pain. Maybe he wasn't too big to accept Ford's help after all.