Summary – John loved Antarctica but more for what it represented than the place itself… Kinda silly ficlet
Rating – PG
Disclaimer – Er… I don't own John Sheppard or Antarctica or the situation…
Crowning Glory
John loved Antarctica, truly loved it with a passion he didn't often apply to many things… If he was honest though he loved it more for what it offered and represented than the place itself.
General O'Neill had obviously thought he was insane, as did so many others who he'd told about his love for the frozen continent but John had reasons, important ones.
When he'd been a child his father had been a military General and that sort of environment for a child had led to… certain freedoms being removed.
The Academy hadn't been any more liberating (unsurprisingly) and John had never experienced that which so many took for granted until he'd reached the beautiful, icy wasteland that was Antarctica.
So he'd decided, rather apprehensively, to try something that he'd never tried before, all the time wondering nervously what it would be like.
It was bizarre and he'd been genuinely startled at first.
In fact, he'd fought the urge to run and find someone to fix it, conditioning from childhood holding true, in the end, though, he'd stuck it out.
And had fallen madly in love.
It was perfect and it looked like him, he knew he would never do anything to change it.
Which was one of the reasons that, no matter what Rodney said, he didn't use hairgel.
Not only would it tamper with perfection he was more than a little worried that he'd mess it up.
There hadn't been many opportunities for him to use it as a teenager. After all, there was only so much you could do with a crew cut…