A/N: So, I own nothing, but have something quick, short and Sparky that I wrote for Tumblr? I'm not really sure what this is supposed to imply - you want it to be about replicators? Go ahead. AU? Sure. I don't mind. Probably because I don't know anyway so whatever you want to believe is chill. I'm all for denial. It's not just a river in Africa.
In her head, she woke up to the colour of confusion in his eyes.
In her head, the floor of the Daedalus was the same colour as her shirt.
In her head, they were alone in the infirmary on the Daedalus and John had her wrapped in a blanket. His hand brushed through her hair. He muttered when he thought she wasn't lucid. She bled on his hands. They waited for someone.
In her head, the mission report didn't do the whole thing justice because it left out the three hours she sat awake that night when John fell asleep on her couch in Atlantis. It didn't mention Jennifer finding them like that and it didn't speak a word of how the doctor slipped her sleeping pills.
In her head, he told her to sleep because he'd bring her breakfast in bed. And five am was the wrong time to think about your own death.
In her head, her brain cells lied.
Because, in her head, that was where the dream of him died.