Author: K Finance
Characters: Johncentric
Genera: Humour
Time placing: any time season 3 and on
Summary: Life sucking clowns, need I say more.
The Dream
By K Finance
John was on P4X – 233, it was a pleasant plant all things considered but there were wraith here. They were …different, different than any if them had ever seen, including Ronon and Teyla. The MALP had shown no Wraith so the mission was approved, the MALP was apparently wrong. As they set off from the gate the team was discussing this. They were walking along a path that made him feel like he was in Stanley Park in Vancouver. He went one summer when he was twelve. He had remembered feeling like the forest was a huge blanket that kept the entire city sounds out; he had liked it there. He didn't like it now, it made him uncomfortable. All of a sudden Sheppard was alone. Ronon, Teyla and McKay had been taken. Sheppard had no idea how it happened one minuet the team was there, the next they were gone onto thin air. It made him sick to think about were his friends might be, were they a Wraiths next meal? There was still a chance that he could save them, but he had to find them first. He was slinking around the forest trying it find the hive and not been seen by the wraith.
There it was in a clearing off to his left. It all seamed all too easy John had infiltrated the ship with out even firing a shot. Then he found his three friends within a minute of getting in the ship, it was never that easy, even with Rodney's maps. The fact that the team all had their weapons was another clue. Wraith were generally not this stupid, even the drones knew enough to take away the foods weapons. But John thought it better to ponder this new Wraith stupidity when they were all safely home in Atlantis. He freed the others, for some reason they were unable to free themselves. And by this time they were almost at the stargate. But they were ambushed just as the puddle formed and Sheppard gave the order to go. McKay was the first through the gate, then Teyla and then Ronon. John was right behind Ronon but he took a blaster his to the head, it had come out of nowhere.
When John woke up he was in a Wrath cell, his head spun and the room around him was fuzzy. So this is what it feels like to get blasted in the head by a stunner. His intrigue turned to pure terror when the room came into focus. There standing above him was a wraith getting ready to feed. The Wraith looked familiar, there was a starburst tattoo around on of the eyes, it was Todd.
Todd looked different though; instead of the clammy looking greenish skin it was white with red circles painted on his cheek. There was also a big red smile painted around the mouth of the wraith. It was a clown! A wraith Clown! Crap thought John as Todd's hand descended on to his chest with deadly speed.
John woke with a start, half jumping out of his bed. He was sweating so much that the sheets were soaked. John looked at the clock; it was one in the morning. He got out of bed and went over to the cupboard that had the spare sheets in it and changed them. Maybe now he would be able to sleep. The Colonel laughed to himself, what would Todd think if John told him? Probably that John was a stupid human. As John closed his eyes he thought to himself 'Todd as a wraith clown, that's scary I wonder who will laugh when I tell them.'