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Title: KYAG
Author: Koanju
Summary: He always thought the KYAG folder was the best part of commercial flights. John, Gen. PG. Spoilers for The Siege parts 1 and 2. 160 words.
John held his breath and curled up as tight as he could, his back against one of the viscous sides and his nose touching the other point in the triangle. These things weren't really made for comfort. Not human comfort, at least.
John cut those thoughts off. If he wasn't invisible when the four Wraith heading straight for him walked by then he wasn't going to be worrying about comfort any time soon. He'd just be dead.
Why had the thought this was a good idea? Sure, John, do what you have to and fly the dodgy nuclear weapon straight into the hive ship. It was the right thing to do, even if it meant you were going to die and someone else was going to have to do it again.
Sometimes, John reflected as he lie curled in the Wraith sleep chamber and waited for something -- a snowball's chance in hell, maybe -- he was a fucking idiot.
Author: Koanju
Summary: He always thought the KYAG folder was the best part of commercial flights. John, Gen. PG. Spoilers for The Siege parts 1 and 2. 160 words.
John held his breath and curled up as tight as he could, his back against one of the viscous sides and his nose touching the other point in the triangle. These things weren't really made for comfort. Not human comfort, at least.
John cut those thoughts off. If he wasn't invisible when the four Wraith heading straight for him walked by then he wasn't going to be worrying about comfort any time soon. He'd just be dead.
Why had the thought this was a good idea? Sure, John, do what you have to and fly the dodgy nuclear weapon straight into the hive ship. It was the right thing to do, even if it meant you were going to die and someone else was going to have to do it again.
Sometimes, John reflected as he lie curled in the Wraith sleep chamber and waited for something -- a snowball's chance in hell, maybe -- he was a fucking idiot.
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