Heal Me - OTA (Tag John, Kate and later, Data)

[not_a_good_man]

It was the light that took getting used to. The mess passing as weather back in LA made everything consistently dim and gray. It had never been a problem for him to see clearly, but he supposed he owed that to his less than human attributes. The sun on his face, now, was startling, and he kept his head ducked. His gloved hands were still in his pockets, the heavy jacket left behind in exchange for a lighter one he'd found amongst the clothes in his room.

Marcus hadn't slept the night before and had spent most of his time wondering if he even needed to sleep. He wasn't tired. But he did have human organs that would need rest. Maybe he just needed less sleep. Either way, he'd gone without it and was now on his way to meet John Connor, a very young John Connor, to get his hand fixed.

He approached McKay's slowly, watching as each booted foot was carefully placed down, marveling at the calculation. It was as though he had two minds, both acting instinctively, on impulse, as they were meant to, and yet each brain was aware of the other. His human mind was in a kind of horrified awe at the machine, and the machine kept having to reassess the human. Each was dangerous to the other. He had to wonder how he hadn't gone completely mad yet.

[ooc: catch him before he goes into McKay :)]