Per
threnodyjones's request, I was supposed to add this to my fic round up. It was originally posted
here. I'm also supposed to continue it, but am currently brain dead from my accounts here at work. Anyone want to jump in?
Reposting it here for archiving purposes because you all know I'll forget where I put it otherwise:
Title: John's Concussion Induced
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Everybody stopped listening to him complaining about the spiderwebs in his room when they first arrived, which led to him being worried about being bitten by a spider in the middle of the night. Because he'd started hanging out with McKay, his unconscious naturally transferred McKay's allergy paranoia to him, creating the Iratus bug biting him on the neck and sucking out his life slowly enough that he could be helped (because he wouldn't want to *actually* die).
His continued association with Rodney led to meeting Radek, which ultimately led to his unconscious turning John into a bug because Radek is Czech and so was Kafka (kinda).
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He's always searching for the perfect "someone" that, you know, being perfect and all, would make everyone happy including his extremely picky parents. What with being gay and fearing they won't accept that, he dreams up the perfect woman who's all mystical (because he doesn't know the first thing about real women) and defensive of her people (because blowing shit up is cool) and can't stay with him (because that way he doesn't actually have to be around a girl with girl germs all the time) and is secretly all glowy and not really human because that way he can swear he had sex with her but respond to people that say, er, no, it doesn't work that way, that it's different with glowy squid people.
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As it becomes further evident that he will never be able to go back to the days when the only girls he had to interact with were five years old and militant, the wraith are introduced (because growing old is that much more inevitable).
I can't write these nearly as well as you can...
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