Tag for "Conversion". Just an idea that popped in my head, its more or less about how the virus took over John. I haven't seen the episode in a while so please forgive any faux pas in the timeline.
I haven't written for SGA in a while… nervous
Title comes from a song by the same name from Massive Attack
Inertia Creeps
It wakes slowly like a virus getting ready to attack. It wakes like baby looking to be nurtured.
It creeps quietly inside him. Infecting. Mutating. Growing. Blending. It pumps his legs to new speeds and he likes it. Adrenaline rushing through his body like magma burning his humanity away.
He still likes it.
He doesn't know how it's affecting him yet. It moves through his body into new positions that would have strained his muscles before. It moves the sticks in his arms faster and faster. It smells earth and tealeaves and sweat. It likes the smell. He likes the smell. The growl it gives is one of an extinct animal that is waking inside him. She tastes earth and strength. Mother nature. It wants to conquer her.
It is ripped away.
He feels betrayal and shame. He rushes out. Fear of what's happening begins to creep inside him. It will soon cure him of that.
The Doctor is worried. He begins to fight. But he can't win. He locks himself up, but It wants out. To run and defeat the Runner. To conquer Mother earth. They all stay way. They all fear him, fear for him. Nobody comes, all too worried about how to save him. Nobody comes. Except her.
She smells like the ocean and freedom. But most importantly she smells like power. Leader. Strong and smart. It likes the way she smells. It longs for the way she smells. But he won't let her near. He wants to protect them all from what he's becoming, but none more than her. She has to be safe. Always safe.
It growls. It wants her. Mate. Now. Cradled in their city.
He feels like he's losing himself to it. Lights out. Leave.
Good. It smiles, feral and wickedly. She'd look lovely with blue skin and those eyes sparkling gold.
He's not sure who thought it.
Soon it will be fight or flight. Neither are cowards. They escape. Soldiers try and stop them. They laugh inwardly, nothing can stop them. They are speed and strength and instinct and power. Then she's there.
Fearless. Good. She will accept them.
But she doesn't. She doesn't fear them, but she wants Him back. She'll fight to get him back.
It growls and grabs her. She will accept them. As her back hits the wall, her eyes grow stronger. She does not back down. And He comes back, fighting his way to the surface. He will never let harm come to her, not even from them. The instinct to protect her is deeper and more ingrained him than It is.
They fight. It fights. He fights.
The Doctor finds an answer. The antibody for the virus. The breast for the babe. It leaves, fighting and growling all the way. It leaves. He remains. But They now live in his mind. He still wants her. The ocean and freedom.