Lessons in Flying--the John sheppard way
John was relaxing in jumper 7, his feet up on the DHD console, his mind wandering to various places and times. Occasionally, the HUD flickered softly and an image appeared. Sometimes formless, sometimes almost-seen bits of life on Atlantis. He hummed to himself and tossed a few grapelike fruits up in the air, vainly attempting to catch them in his mouth before they hit the floor.
He's been here a good 40 minutes already, content to sit in this powerful machine, feel it close around him, all kinetic energy and possibility. Plus, Atlantis talks to him more when he's alone like this. He misses her....more than he thinks is probably sane.
He flips a few more psuedograpes in the air and catches one of the three, not bad for a man who's left eye is a little off on the whole seeing thing due to broken blood vessels. He checks his watch again, grinning at the hour, letting his mind drift to what exactly Radek could be doing to keep her so long...and lazy evenings when he'd been late for some meeting or other because of the same thing.
He's been here a good 40 minutes already, content to sit in this powerful machine, feel it close around him, all kinetic energy and possibility. Plus, Atlantis talks to him more when he's alone like this. He misses her....more than he thinks is probably sane.
He flips a few more psuedograpes in the air and catches one of the three, not bad for a man who's left eye is a little off on the whole seeing thing due to broken blood vessels. He checks his watch again, grinning at the hour, letting his mind drift to what exactly Radek could be doing to keep her so long...and lazy evenings when he'd been late for some meeting or other because of the same thing.