John paced up and down the length of his room. He'd just come from sitting with Bones at Emma's bedside and he was restless. He hated feeling this helpless. For god's sake, he couldn't even tell what half of the medical terms meant.

He shook his head fiercely, teeth bared and eyebrows drawn together. There had to be something he could do to help ( Read more... )

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By all accounts, John should have been happy. He'd had a great day; had spent it working out with Joanna and cleaning all his guns. It had been productive and relatively uneventful, which was the definition of a good day in John's book. But he was on edge, anger and hurt niggling at the edge of his conscious. There was a tiny ache behind his eyes ( Read more... )

He works for hours on the transmitter while Joanna sleeps, joining wires, and pulling apart consoles, and attaching chips. He tests it out every once in a while, just to make sure he's not screwing the thing up beyond repair. It seems to work, and finally he's done. He slips the headset on and goes to lie a little away from Joanna, eyes roaming the ( Read more... )

Stranded on the Barren Planet

Wormhole drops John onto an empty planet.

John gets bored and decides to try and take a peek at the future. Gets an eyeful of Bones and Jim.

Realizations that there is no water on the planet start to drive John a little mad.

Enter Joanna McCoy

An escape pod crashes onto the planet's surface. John meets its cargo: ( Read more... )

The white sand is cool to the touch. It's the same temperature as the damp sand that borders the sea, the kind that clumps and sticks when you dig it out of the ground.

This sand is not damp. Just cool. I know because I dug for hours, hoping against hope that eventually I'd hit water.

I didn't.

( This entire planet is a contradiction. )

The sky is still black. Don't know how many hours it's been, but there's no change. There's not even any stars. Just a black sky looming over a white planet.... and damned if it isn't driving me nuts ( Read more... )

[OOC: Disregard the previous post. I have been educated ( Read more... )

Had one of the dreams again. The one where I'm back in the depths of Olduvai, watching my back in the dark heat of Mars.

Let's not talk about it.

But, unpleasant as it is, the dreams do serve as a reminder. A reminder not to stay still, not to stop, not to lose it. To keep moving on.

As if I've listened to those reminders. I've stayed on the ( Read more... )