.02 [Location: Cheyenne Mountain] [Visual] Adjusting
Okay. It was officially more than two days since he'd arrived. He could only run so long in a creepy mountain replica of Stargate Command before he got restless. He still had some time before then, but not particularly long. It didn't help that one woman suggested basketball tournaments.
He visited the General's office once, and Sam's lab. He never went back to those places. He tried not to look in the General's office at all when he did drop by the briefing room to look down at the Stargate. For the most part, he avoided there, too. He stayed where there were always faceless SGC workers, usually. Some days he spent entirely standing in the Gate room, watching the Gate as if he could make it work just by staring at it long enough.
Some days he could stay in his quarters, and for the most part, he could forget that outside the walls of his quarters, the mutterings of the passing drone-like people, didn't actually make sense.
Some days, he worked on running the entire 28 levels of Cheyenne Mountain, whether to look for something real or just to keep his mind off of the fact that it was all a fabrication was hard to say. Running always helped to clear his mind, and even if it was all a projection, the sight, the sounds, the feel, the smell of the place was still home in every way that counted except his team.
It was the 'except' that had him standing in front of the gate again, arms crossed. "You're tough now, but if Sam were here, you'd already be spinning."
He visited the General's office once, and Sam's lab. He never went back to those places. He tried not to look in the General's office at all when he did drop by the briefing room to look down at the Stargate. For the most part, he avoided there, too. He stayed where there were always faceless SGC workers, usually. Some days he spent entirely standing in the Gate room, watching the Gate as if he could make it work just by staring at it long enough.
Some days he could stay in his quarters, and for the most part, he could forget that outside the walls of his quarters, the mutterings of the passing drone-like people, didn't actually make sense.
Some days, he worked on running the entire 28 levels of Cheyenne Mountain, whether to look for something real or just to keep his mind off of the fact that it was all a fabrication was hard to say. Running always helped to clear his mind, and even if it was all a projection, the sight, the sounds, the feel, the smell of the place was still home in every way that counted except his team.
It was the 'except' that had him standing in front of the gate again, arms crossed. "You're tough now, but if Sam were here, you'd already be spinning."