John Sheppard's bid for council.

It'd been two years, give or take a few months, since they'd started this thing, and John had had better days. Much better days.

Days where he wasn't collecting an impressive amount of bruises, for all the good Arya's training had done him.

He was kinda distracted, and he knew Arya was using it against him. "Goddamit!" Still, knowing his ( Read more... )

Valentine's Day had always been one of those holidays John was annoyed by more often than he'd ever enjoyed. When done right - or rather, when he'd wanted to do it right - it kind of left him with nothing but good memories. It'd been that way at the start with Nancy, and even while on island happy drugs, it'd been good with Dylan. There were very ( Read more... )

When it happened the third time around, it wasn't all that hard to just wake up and deal, but it wasn't all that charming, either. John was a little disturbed to realize how easily he got accustomed to his sort of annual breasts and...other parts. He'd gone about his daily routine all the same but once that was over, John wasn't exactly keen on ( Read more... )

John would have been just happy sleeping away the day when he realized he'd woken up to a proper hut again in proper bedsheets, and actual warmthThat good feeling lasted for the few seconds it took to realize something scrabbling and whining at the door had woken Cash up, and Cash was nudging John's side to wake him. "Yeah, fine, I got it," he told ( Read more... )

This was almost bordering on ridiculous, except John was having a little too much fun ( Read more... )

John Sheppard's bid for council.

As far as John was concerned, it felt damn good to be on both feet again without worrying about whether he'd be able to make the walk back to his hut in the evening. He still wasn't pushing himself by any means, but he could jog a little more, and was happily catching up on ITF training ( Read more... )

Being a kid again had been fun, even John thought he might have overdone the candy a little. He felt a little hungover, but still kind of hyper, if that was even possible. At least he'd only stayed a kid for a day, and his leg was fine enough that he could jog short distances on it. He wouldn't be running his regular route every morning for a few ( Read more... )

Every day that came and went meant less pain, longer hours before his knee started to throb, and it was something John was quietly celebrating. He might not look it, but he took Carson's warnings to heart every time - he wasn't a kid anymore, and he knew his own body. And with October marching on, some part of John knew he needed to be ready, just ( Read more... )