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crack_van2006-06-22 05:01 pm
wickedwords.livejournal.com) wrote in crack_van2006-06-22 05:01 pm
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A Place to Hide by Danvers (PG-15)
Fandom: SGA
Pairing: None
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sdraevn
Author Website: Untitled
Why this must be read:
This is a snazzy little character portrait with a definite twist to the darker side, as John's tortured mind seeks out hiding places to evade what is happening to him. He hallucinates, blurring the line between fantasy and reality as the aliens holding him try to pry out information on Atlantis, and each hiding place he finds tells us more about John and what he thinks of his relationship with the people around him.
He feels a metal band placed around his forehead and it comes back to him that it's not the first time, that the taste of metal in his mouth is his own blood, his tongue aching where he bit into it.
John lurches up from the chair and when he's unable to get away, he remembers the click of metal around his wrists and ankles.
It comes back, like a rush of blood to the head. Being dragged and pushed into the room, seeing the chair. He almost expected a nice nurse with a bright smile to usher him in.
He remembers making a quip about not needing any fillings and his captors reacting by trying to knock out the ones he already has and then picking him up off the floor and practically throwing him into the chair.
He knows the mantra off by heart.
Don't panic. Don't panic. Don't panic.
A Place to Hide
Pairing: None
Author on LJ:
sdraevnAuthor Website: Untitled
Why this must be read:
This is a snazzy little character portrait with a definite twist to the darker side, as John's tortured mind seeks out hiding places to evade what is happening to him. He hallucinates, blurring the line between fantasy and reality as the aliens holding him try to pry out information on Atlantis, and each hiding place he finds tells us more about John and what he thinks of his relationship with the people around him.
He feels a metal band placed around his forehead and it comes back to him that it's not the first time, that the taste of metal in his mouth is his own blood, his tongue aching where he bit into it.
John lurches up from the chair and when he's unable to get away, he remembers the click of metal around his wrists and ankles.
It comes back, like a rush of blood to the head. Being dragged and pushed into the room, seeing the chair. He almost expected a nice nurse with a bright smile to usher him in.
He remembers making a quip about not needing any fillings and his captors reacting by trying to knock out the ones he already has and then picking him up off the floor and practically throwing him into the chair.
He knows the mantra off by heart.
Don't panic. Don't panic. Don't panic.
A Place to Hide
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