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There are many reasons I love my new Guardians more than I ever loved my creators.
When Elizabeth and John and Ronan and Rodney and Teyla stepped through the Stargate to M7R-227 I actually hated my new inhabitants, though, because I knew that my creators would have understood my warnings even if the text I managed to produce was nonsensical in nearly every way.
Still, I have the upper hand in this situation. This situation that one of my Guardians has found himself in. This situation where he is the last human alive for all he knows and has the fate of at least two galaxies is resting on his shoulders. This situation where he has the ability to go back in time, but not to go back in time to a time when the love of his life was alive.
I have the upper hand, because not only do I have all of Doctor McKay�s calculations, I also have all of Janus� time travel research, the research on solar flares done by my creators and by my new inhabitants, and the ability to run endless numbers of simulations to find out just what I have to do to make things right.
Because I will make things right.
JOHN
I�m officially making a list. Of things I hate. If I ever take Elizabeth�s advice and write my memoirs�she always said my life would have made for great reading if it didn�t give her a heart attack to know the details of what I�d been through�my list will be the prologue. Where she expected me to publish them I have no idea; everything I�ve done since getting my commission has been classified, even before the Stargate Program. Still, I am definitely making a list.
Here�s what I have so far:
Time travel. Iratis bugs. Clowns. Bad Johnny Cash covers. Sandstorms. Solar flares. The Wraith. The Replecators, though they are, thankfully, a non-issue. Not wild about time dilation fields. The Goa�uld, though I didn�t have to deal with them other than that thing with Caldwell. The Ori�give me a Wraith Queen any day over those Priors; and that Adria chick was creepier than her mother. The IOA, though Woolsey has been getting better about padding his reports in our favour lately which gets the IOA off our backs a little.
On the list of things that I didn�t hate, though, was Atlantis� special temperature bubble thing. That is very cool.
No pun intended.
The moment Holo-Rodney stopped nattering in my ear the air around me dropped at least fifteen degrees and the oxygen felt clearer and easier to breathe, both of which made running over sand dunes on what should have been open air between towers of my floating-on-a-freaking-ocean home a hell of a lot easier.
As welcome as the temperature shift was�because, really, the temperature dropping fifteen degrees in a moving area around me where ever I went, well, it was probably all that was keeping me alive with the dehydration I was dealing with, not to mention the heatstroke I could feel coming on�I did find that I regretted the loss of Holo-Rodney chattering away in my ear, because without Holo-Rodney blabbering on, whether telling me what had happened in American politics after I disappeared or having half-crazy conversations with Atlantis, I was feeling even more freaked out than I was when Holo-Rodney was around.
I�d deny it to everyone�especially Rodney, hologram or not�but having someone talking to me, keeping me alert and focused on the task at hand, made the whole thing a hellova lot easier.
Plus, to be perfectly honest, with the instant and drastic drop in temperature, I was actually feeling a little cold, which was a whole new level of weird considering I had to keep my eyes mostly closed behind my sunglasses because the sun was so close and so bright and so huge that I was