In other words, the *perfect* mood to write an impromptu SGA runner ficlet.
Title: Long bad dreams
Warnings: Cf. my emoting above. The chances of this being a happy fic? Not good.
He sleeps through the nightmares. He doesn't move or make a sound as the Wraith kill everybody; he doesn't even wake up when they make a circle around him in his dream, as he desperately searches through the bodies of his fallen comrades for a grenade, a gun, anything. They had spent everything.
And it hadn't been enough.
The dream always skips over to his first run. Naked, cold, he had waited in a forest clearing for the young Wraith to find him, not making any attempt to escape. When the Wraith jumped over him, contemptuous and hungry, he took a long knife he had hidden between the leaves and slashed the Wraith's throat in mid air.
It had been a nearly suicidal plan. Nearly.
He had shrugged and moved on. There'd be other Wraith.
John only wakes up when his instincts tell him that it's time to get moving again.