So, what exactly does lie behind John-117's luck? (Giftfic for a friend.)

Oneshot: "A man long dead, grafted into machines your builders did not understand. You follow the path, fitting into an infinite pattern. Yours to manipulate, to destroy, and rebuild. Now, in the quantum moment before the closure, when all become one. One moment left. One moment of space and time. I know who you are..."

Oneshot: The destruction of Alpha Halo left the Prophet of Truth with a mountain of issues to deal with. The demands of the pfhor to aid the Covenant didn't help matters either.

Oneshot: Madness has many faces. But sometimes, it's without one.

Oneshot: The Covenant and Pfhor Empire were similar in some respects, radically different in others. But in regards to alien artifacts and a certain species facing extinction, common ground could be found...

Oneshot: John didn't know how long he slept in 'Forward Unto Dawn' any more than he knew what planet the wreckage of the ship was approaching. What he did know however, was that Cortana wasn't the AI who woke him up to see it...