Aug 08, 2006 22:01
It was only a matter of when, not if, Elizabeth was going to put a military detail on him, and if she didn't do it soon, John was going to order one himself.
He could almost feel it changing him, and the idea of being aware of something like that was creepy and fascinating all at the same time. As every inch of the skin on his arm changed, he felt just a bit more of his control slip away. Teyla was only the first of a million mistakes John knew he could make, and he didn't want to be around anyone for that when it got worse.
Slipping away was easy at the moment, even if Atlantis was a bit reluctant to help. It was probably the wraith gene in him, because doors opened slower, and once John was transported to the opposite side of the city. He eventually made it to what he'd taken to calling his pier, glad for the secrecy of it. He could stay in short sleeves, not worrying about what anyone could see. Almost his entire arm was blue and scaly now, and John poked it with a bit of disgust.
He really didn't want to think of what would happen if they couldn't find a cure in time.
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