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... )

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... )

In the end, there wasn't a lot John could do when it came to Carson. He'd let the man deal with losing Catherine however he wanted to deal with it, and John would just...keep an eye on him. It was the least he could do within his own comfort limits ( Read more... )

John wasn't sure how he winded up where he did - lying flat on the ground, holding Calliope over him as though she were Super Baby, her laughter loud enough to ring across the New Atlantis clearing ( Read more... )

There wasn't anything really different about this morning, and there hadn't been anything different about the morning before that, or the one before that. It was starting to get to John a little bit, and he took the little things as welcome distractions. He was still getting used to Adama as an IPD partner after months with Dwight, but that seemed ( Read more... )

The talk with Zelenka hadn't gone that bad at all, even though John was feeling a little guilty for dumping the whole people disappearing thing on his head. He wasn't exactly looking forward to doing the whole thing over again, but he had to tell McKay, or (John imagined) he'd go on not noticing these things for weeks ( Read more... )

Like he'd told Zelenka, there were some things to be thankful for. John had no actual family, but he had most of his team, and he was alive. It was all he could ask for, apart from a random stampede of boar or dinosaurs ruining their day, but he was pretty sure the island wouldn't stoop that low ( Read more... )

Frustrating was probably an understatement at the moment ( Read more... )

It was just really fucking surreal ( Read more... )

John had rapidly added dinosaurs to his list of things he hated and never wanted to face again. His arm hurt like a bitch, he had what he hoped were only bruised ribs, there were cuts all on his legs from the goddamn tiny dinosaurs, and he had countless scratches everywhere from running through the jungle at full tilt. It was worse than the giant ( Read more... )