AN – Not completely sane, couldn't get rid of it
Summary – Who would have thought that hooking the chair up while not at battle stations could do that? Death fic.
Rating – PG
Disclaimer – I don't own them
Beauty in the Eye of the BeholderJohn's eyes were sparkling, no, John's eyes were glowing.
There was a difference.
"Rodney, it's so beautiful," he breathed. "All of us, together and all you need to do is listen."
"What about the people who won't listen?" Rodney asked.
John didn't reply but his eyes darkened and Rodney got it, it didn't take a genius. He nodded and waved the others out of the room, the marines hesitated but went.
John turned those eyes on him again. "You see what we have to do?"
Rodney closed his eyes, he saw.
John's face lit with an unholy fire. "It will be so beautiful, just follow it Rodney, follow me, trust me and-"
He was cut off sickeningly as Rodney pressed the button to remotely disconnect the chair from the ZPM and it instantly started and finished leeching energy from the nearest source.
Which in this case happened to be the body of his best friend.
Who would have thought that hooking up the chair while not at battle stations could do that?
Who would have thought that the original Atlantis control chair was designed by an Ori?