Not quite himself. (Again.)
In the long list of bad days John Sheppard had had in his life, this one was sticking out as one of the particularly bad ones, even by Pegasus galaxy standards.
Granted, they probably should’ve been a little more careful once Weir had found herself possessed, and claimed that the guy in the second of the pods they had found was their husband. But they hadn’t, and Sheppard had stupidly believed the story, stupidly agreed to play meatpuppet to another person, and particularly stupidly not had a way in mind of getting rid of the said other person in his head, in the case where the shit hit the fan.
Which was now the reason why Ronon was shot in the gut (thanks to Phoebus/Weir; it was a small mercy that Thalan, Sheppard’s own unwelcome occupant, hadn’t been the one to do it.) Now Sheppard was screaming every curse word he knew, in English, Athosian, or any other language he’d picked up bits and pieces of over the years at the second occupant of his body. Thalan was unimpressed as he looked down at Ronon, stepping hand and taking the stunner Ronon had been going for.
“You’re not-“
“Not Sheppard, no. But I tell you what-he’s screaming in my head right now like you wouldn’t believe.” Thalan hit Sheppard’s radio. “Medical team to southward cargo hold; you have a man down.”
And with that, Thalan turned and hurried off, his attention elsewhere.
Sheppard had paused in his screaming long enough to get an actual sentence out. You know as well I do that chances are, they’re going to figure out what the hell’s going on here, and then they’re going to hold us and Phoebus and Weir until the two of you bite it.
“Maybe,” Thalan muttered, smiling faintly as he headed through a corridor, shoving a door at end open with his shoulder. “And maybe not.”
[OOC: Bits with Ronon and the whole plot setup are from the 2nd season ep The Long Goodbye. Thanks for the crack, canon!]
Granted, they probably should’ve been a little more careful once Weir had found herself possessed, and claimed that the guy in the second of the pods they had found was their husband. But they hadn’t, and Sheppard had stupidly believed the story, stupidly agreed to play meatpuppet to another person, and particularly stupidly not had a way in mind of getting rid of the said other person in his head, in the case where the shit hit the fan.
Which was now the reason why Ronon was shot in the gut (thanks to Phoebus/Weir; it was a small mercy that Thalan, Sheppard’s own unwelcome occupant, hadn’t been the one to do it.) Now Sheppard was screaming every curse word he knew, in English, Athosian, or any other language he’d picked up bits and pieces of over the years at the second occupant of his body. Thalan was unimpressed as he looked down at Ronon, stepping hand and taking the stunner Ronon had been going for.
“You’re not-“
“Not Sheppard, no. But I tell you what-he’s screaming in my head right now like you wouldn’t believe.” Thalan hit Sheppard’s radio. “Medical team to southward cargo hold; you have a man down.”
And with that, Thalan turned and hurried off, his attention elsewhere.
Sheppard had paused in his screaming long enough to get an actual sentence out. You know as well I do that chances are, they’re going to figure out what the hell’s going on here, and then they’re going to hold us and Phoebus and Weir until the two of you bite it.
“Maybe,” Thalan muttered, smiling faintly as he headed through a corridor, shoving a door at end open with his shoulder. “And maybe not.”
[OOC: Bits with Ronon and the whole plot setup are from the 2nd season ep The Long Goodbye. Thanks for the crack, canon!]