Cauchemar- Chapter 2
It was early morning on Atlantis, and everyone was still asleep. Everyone except John Sheppard. Having found himself afraid to go back to sleep, in case he relived his hellish nightmare once more, he had begun to wander the endless corridors and vast hallways of the Ancient city. He knew he had to do something, he was losing too much sleep already, but he had thought the nightmares would go away by themselves. They had persisted though, and it wouldn't be long before they started affecting his efficiency out on missions. He couldn't allow that to happen. No way. He'd have to get it sorted out.
Meanwhile, in the bowels of the city, the Wraith prisoner hissed in delight,the plan was working…