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Like A Clockwork Orange, ways to die challenge
Title: Like A Clockwork Orange
Rating: NC-17
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archae_ology
Pairing: John/evil!John, passing McShep
Summary: An AU take on the end of Doppelganger.
Warnings: Non-con, Violence, character death
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Authors notes: Oh there are so many people toblamethank for this fic. *grins evilly* First of all; rosewildeirish who is responsible for the origin of this fic, beaniesheppard who inspired the evil!Sheppard/Sheppard pairing in the first place, and slybrarian for making me write more when I only intended this to be a 200 word ficlet and for encouraging me and pushing me along when I would have much rather given up and posted the incomplete piece. Betaed by slybrarian and zia319. Some dialogue is taken from the episode itself, but the vast majority is not. Concrit is welcome and encouraged.
From the moment he had blinked into existence, he had known that he had a purpose. Growing and changing in the humid jungle air, he could feel things moving at the edge of his periphery, something coming out of the darkness, but there was still nothingness. He waited and waited until one day there was a spark in the air, but there was more than a spark and he could see and hear but something brushed against him and then there was darkness.
Muddling through waves and waves of unknown sensations, he realized that he was moving, that there was more. But he didn't know who he was, or where he was for that matter, only that there was something pushing him onward and he couldn't stop. From his silent vigil through the shining well and into the great city, he watched everything. He listened and learned and when the time was right he struck out, but it still wasn't enough.
He shifted from person to person, learning more about the people who inhabited the city with every passing moment. He was Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard, military leader of the Atlantis expedition and he had the trust of every last person in the city. That’s what made it so easy. So easy to manipulate and to dig and push until something snapped and they simply gave up. He knew their weaknesses and their fears and he had their trust; he was powerful, but it wasn't enough and it wouldn't be enough until he broke the one person who could possibly be his match.
Gradually, he drew closer and closer to his goal, and in the end, their meeting was something other than chance: it was orchestrated by the bastard himself, and John was ready. He was more than ready. He waited, biding his time as he waded through the murky nightmare presented to him by the mind of Rodney McKay. Even with the real man by his side, McKay was still weak, and in the end he broke easier than the others.
Then the dreamscape changed and he watched as Sheppard's worst nightmare unfolded before them. He hid in the shadows, watching as something went out in Sheppard's eyes as he realized that McKay was dead, that he had failed, and wasn't that interesting? John hugged the walls as Sheppard fled the infirmary, creating the visions that hammered him with his failures, breaking him down piece by piece and then, as the man was about to break he stopped. This was what he had been waiting for: the chance to break the man himself. So he leaned back against the wall and waited. Waited to be noticed. Waited for the chance to show him who was the strongest. And then, he noticed.
“Son of a bitch,” John watched with a grin as Sheppard stared at him, all of his supposed friends fading into the background.
“Colonel John Sheppard,” he began slowly. “Military commander of Atlantis, city of the Ancients, and Rodney McKay’s little fuck toy,” John moved out of the shadows, eying Sheppard with something nearing contempt. “I can’t believe that I’m based on you.”
Sheppard stood his ground and watched as John moved forward, looking him over. “God, what a fuck up you turned out to be. Nothing like the good little solider Daddy wanted, only ever a disappointment.” he sighed, dropping his shoulders, but Sheppard cut him off.
“You can quit now. I’m not afraid of you.”
“Oh, but you are, aren’t you?” John returned. “I’m the one thing you are afraid of. You failed your friends. You brought this on them and there is nothing you can do to stop it.”
He couldn't help but grin as he saw something inside Sheppard snap; it was about damn time that he did something. John laughed as Sheppard launched himself forward, grabbing at his shoulders roughly. They struggled for a moment before Sheppard spun him around and then, with all his strength, launched them both toward the wall, but something wasn’t right. Instead of slamming into the cold metallic surface, they passed through it and seemingly moments later they were rolling across the floor in front of an open gate.
Scrambling to their feet, they continued to fight, aiming for every exposed inch, each attempting to inflict the most damage. John landed blow after blow, battering Sheppard’s head until he looked as if he was about ready to collapse, but Sheppard continued to fight.
“You’re nothing like me,” Sheppard panted as his fist connected with the side of John’s head. “And you’re not going to win.”
“I think I am, I think you’re going to fail, just like you’ve failed your friends time and again. Just like you failed Heightmeyer.” John grinned at the rage that flickered across Sheppard's face before increasing the power behind his attacks. They continued on, moving faster and faster until John let out an animalistic growl, and with a sudden show of strength he picked Sheppard up and threw him into the balcony wall, grinning as he watched him collapse into a limp pile of limbs like a rag doll.
“Get up, Sheppard,” he muttered, half dragging him to his feet. “Get up and fight!” Pressing him back against the now dented wall, John leaned close. “Are you really that scared?” he hissed, but as he moved to continue he felt something unexpected brush against his hip. “Oh," John breathed, watching as Sheppard's face turned red with something other than anger. "Well then, that's a twist now isn't it." rocking forward, John pressed their hips together.
Sheppard struggled, attempting to push him away, but John was stronger. Reaching down, he grabbed at Sheppard's arm and twisted him around, shoving him forward into the wall. "I should've realized this sooner," he murmured, lips brushing against the shell of Sheppard' ear as he fit his hips against the swell of Sheppard's ass, cock pressing against the inseam of his pants.
John rocked his hips forward rhythmically, his cock hardening further as he felt Sheppard continue to struggle against him. Reaching around, he grabbed at the bulge that was tenting the front of Sheppard's pants and squeezed it tightly. "This doesn't lie, Sheppard," he mouthed against the slim neck that had been taunting him. "So why don't you just take it like the whore you are."
Shoving Sheppard against the wall, John stepped back and then a moment later dragged Sheppard with him. "Get up there." he ordered him, shoving Sheppard up the stairs of the control tower and toward the balcony railing. Stumbling the final few feet, Sheppard fought to pull his arm free, but after several terse moments, he was bent over the railing, facing the floor below.
Looping his hand around Sheppard's waist, John undid his pants efficiently, shoving them down until they were pooled around his knees. With a shameless grin, he wrapped his hand around Sheppard's half hard cock and pumped it slowly, feeling the staccato beat of Sheppard's pulse with every movement, and then he was pulling his hand away. Without missing a beat he jammed his fingers against Sheppard's mouth and dug his nails into Sheppard's lips. "Suck." he ordered, but as he suspected, Sheppard refused. "You have two choices, Sheppard," he breathed in a sing-song voice. "Either you suck or I fuck you dry, pick one." After several long moments, Sheppard finally gave in, sucking his fingers into the warm, wet heat of his mouth. "That's better," he soothed in a mocking voice. "Get them nice and wet, don't want this to hurt." John paused for a moment, dragging his fingers out of Sheppard's mouth. "Well, much."
John pulled back away from Sheppard, sliding his hand down his side to his bare hip and then back leaving wet trails that shone against pale skin in the light reflected from the open wormhole. "Bend over," he hummed, sliding his fingers down Sheppard's ass, and with a smug grin, he realized that Sheppard was actually shaking under his hands.
“God you’re an eager little slut, aren’t you Sheppard?” John growled as he shoved two fingers into Sheppard’s ass, working him open roughly. “You just want to be fucked, and don't bother telling me you that McKay's your one and only." Twisting his fingers up, he dragged them across Sheppard's prostate, and grinned as he felt him shudder violently under his free hand. "You don’t even care who's doing it, all you care about is having someone to bend you over. Someone who can give it to you hard."
Pulling his fingers out, John pressed Sheppard forward until he was half hanging over the balcony. Fumbling at his pants, he shoved them down one-handed. “You’re going to take this, and you’re going to like it.” Spitting on his hand, he slicked his cock up as much as possible before lining himself up with Sheppard's hole, and with one sharp thrust, he was sliding inside, his cock gripped in an almost painfully tight grip.
John could hear Sheppard grunting, but he didn't care, and with careless imprecision, he began to fuck Sheppard roughly, his hips snapping forward in almost violent jolts. He knew he wouldn't last long at the rate he was going. Pleasure was one of the things his current form had little tolerance for, but the momentary distraction from physical pleasure, was almost worth the weakness afterward.
"Come on, Sheppard, I'm not going to be the one doing all the work here." John's voice was terse. "Put a little effort into it."
Sheppard moved back slightly but it wasn't enough and John let out a frustrated groan. "Fine then, if this is how it's going to be that you're just going to stay bent over this railing while I fuck you." Letting go of Sheppard's arm, John used his now free hand to grip at the back of Sheppard's neck, pushing him down and holding him in place. Dropping his chin against his chest, he gripped Sheppard's hips tightly with one hand, grunting with every thrust.
It wasn't long until he realized that he was close, but he wasn't going to let Sheppard off that easily. Speeding up, his hips slammed forward with almost bruising force, and then his stomach bottomed out and he was collapsing forward, coming hard and fast deep inside Sheppard's body.
Slumping forward over Sheppard's back, he grinned into the sweaty skin pressed against his face, and as Sheppard began to move, attempting to push him off, he let out a sharp laugh. "Oh no. You're not done yet, Johnny-boy. Not by a long shot." snaking his hand around the front of Sheppard's body he gripped Sheppard's cock tightly. It was still hard, and that fact alone pushed him forward in his goal. "I'm going to make you come," he growled, pumping Sheppard's cock roughly. "You don't have any choice."
John continued jerking Sheppard off, his grip becoming almost painfully tight and just when he thought he was going to have to resort to different means he felt Sheppard's cock twitch and he could feel his come spilling over his hand.
"There," he murmured roughly. "That wasn't so hard, now was it?" Shoving Sheppard forward, John pulled free of his body and stepped back. "Pull up your pants," he ordered as he set about tucking himself into his own. "You're a mess." but Sheppard didn't move, he simply remained slumped over the railing breathing hard. "Oh come on, it wasn't that bad." he snapped. "It's not like you haven't done that before."
Then Sheppard was moving. He pulled up his pants slowly before turning around, watching him with dead eyes. "Aw, did Johnny not like that?" John taunted. "Come on, why don't you try and make me pay, or are you scared?" Sheppard stilled for a moment before staggering forward, running into him at half speed, barely moving him at all.
"God," John shook his head. "I should just end you now and be done wit-" he was cut off as Sheppard's fist shot forward and then his head was snapping to the side. "Oh ho!" he crowed. "There's some life in the old man yet!" shoving Sheppard back, John aimed a high kick at his chest, backing him toward the railing, but Sheppard was not going down without a fight. He continued his assult, throwing sloppy punches and low kicks, but nothing worked and as he aimed his head at John's, he found himself lifted off of his feet and John launched him over the side of the railing.
Sheppard landed on the floor with a sick thud and he went silent, his twitching fingers the only sign of his consciousness. Crouching down, John stalked over to where Sheppard lay, face lit up by the constant flickering of the wormhole. Frowning down at him, he sighed, exasperated. “Oh, come on, Sheppard. You can’t give up that easily. Get up and fight.” But Sheppard didn’t move and after several long moments of no response, John shrugged. “Well, if you're going to make it that easy for me...” stepping back, he made as if he was about to walk away, but instead he spun back around and aimed a kick at Sheppard’s ribs. “Why not a little after show? Let’s have a little fun! ”
Grinning dangerously he drew his foot back once more, hands going back as he inhaled deeply. “I’m singing in the rain,” he sang, foot making contact with Sheppard once more, this time lower. “Just singing in the rain. What a glorious feeling! I’m happy again.”
John continued to kick Sheppard as he sang, feeling soft flesh give under the hard surface of his boot, ribs cracking and popping, and Sheppard did nothing, he just lay there limply. “You could at least make this a little harder for me instead of just lying there.” John grunted as he kicked Sheppard square in the stomach. “Really, you’re taking all of the fun out of this for me. FIGHT!” the control room echoed with the sound of John's voice, but as it died down he realized that beyond the pounding of his own non-existent heart, there was only silence.
Moving up to the top of Sheppard's body, he tapped his shoulder with the tip of one boot. "Johnny-boy; wakey-wakey."
Silence.
Pressing the flat of his boot against Sheppard's shoulder, he pushed him over and saw what he had suspected. "Oh come on, this is how the great John Sheppard dies? And to think I actually thought that you'd be a match for me." John pulled his face into an exaggerated pout, but it lasted for mere seconds. As John's mouth twisted up into a distorted grin he couldn't help the dry chuckle that escaped from between his lips. "Well, you know what they say- when life gives you lemons, make lemonade."
John shook his head and stepped back. "Goodnight sweet Prince," he bowed mockingly. Straightening up, he smirked before turning away. "I've got work to do, which means enjoy your alone time while it lasts 'cause you're gonna have some company."
Rating: NC-17
Author
archae_ologyPairing: John/evil!John, passing McShep
Summary: An AU take on the end of Doppelganger.
Warnings: Non-con, Violence, character death
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Authors notes: Oh there are so many people to
rosewildeirish who is responsible for the origin of this fic, beaniesheppard who inspired the evil!Sheppard/Sheppard pairing in the first place, and slybrarian for making me write more when I only intended this to be a 200 word ficlet and for encouraging me and pushing me along when I would have much rather given up and posted the incomplete piece. Betaed by slybrarian and zia319. Some dialogue is taken from the episode itself, but the vast majority is not. Concrit is welcome and encouraged.From the moment he had blinked into existence, he had known that he had a purpose. Growing and changing in the humid jungle air, he could feel things moving at the edge of his periphery, something coming out of the darkness, but there was still nothingness. He waited and waited until one day there was a spark in the air, but there was more than a spark and he could see and hear but something brushed against him and then there was darkness.
Muddling through waves and waves of unknown sensations, he realized that he was moving, that there was more. But he didn't know who he was, or where he was for that matter, only that there was something pushing him onward and he couldn't stop. From his silent vigil through the shining well and into the great city, he watched everything. He listened and learned and when the time was right he struck out, but it still wasn't enough.
He shifted from person to person, learning more about the people who inhabited the city with every passing moment. He was Lieutenant Colonel John Sheppard, military leader of the Atlantis expedition and he had the trust of every last person in the city. That’s what made it so easy. So easy to manipulate and to dig and push until something snapped and they simply gave up. He knew their weaknesses and their fears and he had their trust; he was powerful, but it wasn't enough and it wouldn't be enough until he broke the one person who could possibly be his match.
Gradually, he drew closer and closer to his goal, and in the end, their meeting was something other than chance: it was orchestrated by the bastard himself, and John was ready. He was more than ready. He waited, biding his time as he waded through the murky nightmare presented to him by the mind of Rodney McKay. Even with the real man by his side, McKay was still weak, and in the end he broke easier than the others.
Then the dreamscape changed and he watched as Sheppard's worst nightmare unfolded before them. He hid in the shadows, watching as something went out in Sheppard's eyes as he realized that McKay was dead, that he had failed, and wasn't that interesting? John hugged the walls as Sheppard fled the infirmary, creating the visions that hammered him with his failures, breaking him down piece by piece and then, as the man was about to break he stopped. This was what he had been waiting for: the chance to break the man himself. So he leaned back against the wall and waited. Waited to be noticed. Waited for the chance to show him who was the strongest. And then, he noticed.
“Son of a bitch,” John watched with a grin as Sheppard stared at him, all of his supposed friends fading into the background.
“Colonel John Sheppard,” he began slowly. “Military commander of Atlantis, city of the Ancients, and Rodney McKay’s little fuck toy,” John moved out of the shadows, eying Sheppard with something nearing contempt. “I can’t believe that I’m based on you.”
Sheppard stood his ground and watched as John moved forward, looking him over. “God, what a fuck up you turned out to be. Nothing like the good little solider Daddy wanted, only ever a disappointment.” he sighed, dropping his shoulders, but Sheppard cut him off.
“You can quit now. I’m not afraid of you.”
“Oh, but you are, aren’t you?” John returned. “I’m the one thing you are afraid of. You failed your friends. You brought this on them and there is nothing you can do to stop it.”
He couldn't help but grin as he saw something inside Sheppard snap; it was about damn time that he did something. John laughed as Sheppard launched himself forward, grabbing at his shoulders roughly. They struggled for a moment before Sheppard spun him around and then, with all his strength, launched them both toward the wall, but something wasn’t right. Instead of slamming into the cold metallic surface, they passed through it and seemingly moments later they were rolling across the floor in front of an open gate.
Scrambling to their feet, they continued to fight, aiming for every exposed inch, each attempting to inflict the most damage. John landed blow after blow, battering Sheppard’s head until he looked as if he was about ready to collapse, but Sheppard continued to fight.
“You’re nothing like me,” Sheppard panted as his fist connected with the side of John’s head. “And you’re not going to win.”
“I think I am, I think you’re going to fail, just like you’ve failed your friends time and again. Just like you failed Heightmeyer.” John grinned at the rage that flickered across Sheppard's face before increasing the power behind his attacks. They continued on, moving faster and faster until John let out an animalistic growl, and with a sudden show of strength he picked Sheppard up and threw him into the balcony wall, grinning as he watched him collapse into a limp pile of limbs like a rag doll.
“Get up, Sheppard,” he muttered, half dragging him to his feet. “Get up and fight!” Pressing him back against the now dented wall, John leaned close. “Are you really that scared?” he hissed, but as he moved to continue he felt something unexpected brush against his hip. “Oh," John breathed, watching as Sheppard's face turned red with something other than anger. "Well then, that's a twist now isn't it." rocking forward, John pressed their hips together.
Sheppard struggled, attempting to push him away, but John was stronger. Reaching down, he grabbed at Sheppard's arm and twisted him around, shoving him forward into the wall. "I should've realized this sooner," he murmured, lips brushing against the shell of Sheppard' ear as he fit his hips against the swell of Sheppard's ass, cock pressing against the inseam of his pants.
John rocked his hips forward rhythmically, his cock hardening further as he felt Sheppard continue to struggle against him. Reaching around, he grabbed at the bulge that was tenting the front of Sheppard's pants and squeezed it tightly. "This doesn't lie, Sheppard," he mouthed against the slim neck that had been taunting him. "So why don't you just take it like the whore you are."
Shoving Sheppard against the wall, John stepped back and then a moment later dragged Sheppard with him. "Get up there." he ordered him, shoving Sheppard up the stairs of the control tower and toward the balcony railing. Stumbling the final few feet, Sheppard fought to pull his arm free, but after several terse moments, he was bent over the railing, facing the floor below.
Looping his hand around Sheppard's waist, John undid his pants efficiently, shoving them down until they were pooled around his knees. With a shameless grin, he wrapped his hand around Sheppard's half hard cock and pumped it slowly, feeling the staccato beat of Sheppard's pulse with every movement, and then he was pulling his hand away. Without missing a beat he jammed his fingers against Sheppard's mouth and dug his nails into Sheppard's lips. "Suck." he ordered, but as he suspected, Sheppard refused. "You have two choices, Sheppard," he breathed in a sing-song voice. "Either you suck or I fuck you dry, pick one." After several long moments, Sheppard finally gave in, sucking his fingers into the warm, wet heat of his mouth. "That's better," he soothed in a mocking voice. "Get them nice and wet, don't want this to hurt." John paused for a moment, dragging his fingers out of Sheppard's mouth. "Well, much."
John pulled back away from Sheppard, sliding his hand down his side to his bare hip and then back leaving wet trails that shone against pale skin in the light reflected from the open wormhole. "Bend over," he hummed, sliding his fingers down Sheppard's ass, and with a smug grin, he realized that Sheppard was actually shaking under his hands.
“God you’re an eager little slut, aren’t you Sheppard?” John growled as he shoved two fingers into Sheppard’s ass, working him open roughly. “You just want to be fucked, and don't bother telling me you that McKay's your one and only." Twisting his fingers up, he dragged them across Sheppard's prostate, and grinned as he felt him shudder violently under his free hand. "You don’t even care who's doing it, all you care about is having someone to bend you over. Someone who can give it to you hard."
Pulling his fingers out, John pressed Sheppard forward until he was half hanging over the balcony. Fumbling at his pants, he shoved them down one-handed. “You’re going to take this, and you’re going to like it.” Spitting on his hand, he slicked his cock up as much as possible before lining himself up with Sheppard's hole, and with one sharp thrust, he was sliding inside, his cock gripped in an almost painfully tight grip.
John could hear Sheppard grunting, but he didn't care, and with careless imprecision, he began to fuck Sheppard roughly, his hips snapping forward in almost violent jolts. He knew he wouldn't last long at the rate he was going. Pleasure was one of the things his current form had little tolerance for, but the momentary distraction from physical pleasure, was almost worth the weakness afterward.
"Come on, Sheppard, I'm not going to be the one doing all the work here." John's voice was terse. "Put a little effort into it."
Sheppard moved back slightly but it wasn't enough and John let out a frustrated groan. "Fine then, if this is how it's going to be that you're just going to stay bent over this railing while I fuck you." Letting go of Sheppard's arm, John used his now free hand to grip at the back of Sheppard's neck, pushing him down and holding him in place. Dropping his chin against his chest, he gripped Sheppard's hips tightly with one hand, grunting with every thrust.
It wasn't long until he realized that he was close, but he wasn't going to let Sheppard off that easily. Speeding up, his hips slammed forward with almost bruising force, and then his stomach bottomed out and he was collapsing forward, coming hard and fast deep inside Sheppard's body.
Slumping forward over Sheppard's back, he grinned into the sweaty skin pressed against his face, and as Sheppard began to move, attempting to push him off, he let out a sharp laugh. "Oh no. You're not done yet, Johnny-boy. Not by a long shot." snaking his hand around the front of Sheppard's body he gripped Sheppard's cock tightly. It was still hard, and that fact alone pushed him forward in his goal. "I'm going to make you come," he growled, pumping Sheppard's cock roughly. "You don't have any choice."
John continued jerking Sheppard off, his grip becoming almost painfully tight and just when he thought he was going to have to resort to different means he felt Sheppard's cock twitch and he could feel his come spilling over his hand.
"There," he murmured roughly. "That wasn't so hard, now was it?" Shoving Sheppard forward, John pulled free of his body and stepped back. "Pull up your pants," he ordered as he set about tucking himself into his own. "You're a mess." but Sheppard didn't move, he simply remained slumped over the railing breathing hard. "Oh come on, it wasn't that bad." he snapped. "It's not like you haven't done that before."
Then Sheppard was moving. He pulled up his pants slowly before turning around, watching him with dead eyes. "Aw, did Johnny not like that?" John taunted. "Come on, why don't you try and make me pay, or are you scared?" Sheppard stilled for a moment before staggering forward, running into him at half speed, barely moving him at all.
"God," John shook his head. "I should just end you now and be done wit-" he was cut off as Sheppard's fist shot forward and then his head was snapping to the side. "Oh ho!" he crowed. "There's some life in the old man yet!" shoving Sheppard back, John aimed a high kick at his chest, backing him toward the railing, but Sheppard was not going down without a fight. He continued his assult, throwing sloppy punches and low kicks, but nothing worked and as he aimed his head at John's, he found himself lifted off of his feet and John launched him over the side of the railing.
Sheppard landed on the floor with a sick thud and he went silent, his twitching fingers the only sign of his consciousness. Crouching down, John stalked over to where Sheppard lay, face lit up by the constant flickering of the wormhole. Frowning down at him, he sighed, exasperated. “Oh, come on, Sheppard. You can’t give up that easily. Get up and fight.” But Sheppard didn’t move and after several long moments of no response, John shrugged. “Well, if you're going to make it that easy for me...” stepping back, he made as if he was about to walk away, but instead he spun back around and aimed a kick at Sheppard’s ribs. “Why not a little after show? Let’s have a little fun! ”
Grinning dangerously he drew his foot back once more, hands going back as he inhaled deeply. “I’m singing in the rain,” he sang, foot making contact with Sheppard once more, this time lower. “Just singing in the rain. What a glorious feeling! I’m happy again.”
John continued to kick Sheppard as he sang, feeling soft flesh give under the hard surface of his boot, ribs cracking and popping, and Sheppard did nothing, he just lay there limply. “You could at least make this a little harder for me instead of just lying there.” John grunted as he kicked Sheppard square in the stomach. “Really, you’re taking all of the fun out of this for me. FIGHT!” the control room echoed with the sound of John's voice, but as it died down he realized that beyond the pounding of his own non-existent heart, there was only silence.
Moving up to the top of Sheppard's body, he tapped his shoulder with the tip of one boot. "Johnny-boy; wakey-wakey."
Silence.
Pressing the flat of his boot against Sheppard's shoulder, he pushed him over and saw what he had suspected. "Oh come on, this is how the great John Sheppard dies? And to think I actually thought that you'd be a match for me." John pulled his face into an exaggerated pout, but it lasted for mere seconds. As John's mouth twisted up into a distorted grin he couldn't help the dry chuckle that escaped from between his lips. "Well, you know what they say- when life gives you lemons, make lemonade."
John shook his head and stepped back. "Goodnight sweet Prince," he bowed mockingly. Straightening up, he smirked before turning away. "I've got work to do, which means enjoy your alone time while it lasts 'cause you're gonna have some company."
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scared of you.......
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Very good hun. *luffs*
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Nicely done. *g*
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I've actually been waiting for John/Evil!John to pop up somewhere. And now it did! Yay! Totally made my day.