He has to focus on Rodney, as the wormhole and the universe stretches out before him, threatening him with its Vastness, a last-ditch effort to drag him back into the machine, the metaphors—
—Rodney and his laugh when they watch movies and his indignant voice when he lost at chess and and his rapid explanations and his wide blue eyes and the way he gestures when he talks and the way he looks at him and gets all flustered and the way he saves him no matter what—
There’s a strange pulling sensation and suddenly he’s in two places at once. Caught between endless space, and caught between reality, the ghostly images of a server farm and cables and Rodney in view—
Rodney?!
It feels like he’s clawing through molasses, like he’s in a dream where a monster is coming up the stairs and he’s going in slow motion and he can’t scream, but he tries to focus, tries to cling to the fact that he can see Rodney now—
And the cables come loose and John gasps and rolls onto the ground, suddenly freed from the machine.
It’s so confusing. He doesn’t move at first, eyes staring at nothing at all, his mind, his body, all of him feels strange, like he’s been stuffed back into something too small, too tight, the awareness that he’s just been through struggling to be contained by his brain.
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He has to focus on Rodney, as the wormhole and the universe stretches out before him, threatening him with its Vastness, a last-ditch effort to drag him back into the machine, the metaphors—
—Rodney and his laugh when they watch movies and his indignant voice when he lost at chess and and his rapid explanations and his wide blue eyes and the way he gestures when he talks and the way he looks at him and gets all flustered and the way he saves him no matter what—
There’s a strange pulling sensation and suddenly he’s in two places at once. Caught between endless space, and caught between reality, the ghostly images of a server farm and cables and Rodney in view—
Rodney?!
It feels like he’s clawing through molasses, like he’s in a dream where a monster is coming up the stairs and he’s going in slow motion and he can’t scream, but he tries to focus, tries to cling to the fact that he can see Rodney now—
And the cables come loose and John gasps and rolls onto the ground, suddenly freed from the machine.
It’s so confusing. He doesn’t move at first, eyes staring at nothing at all, his mind, his body, all of him feels strange, like he’s been stuffed back into something too small, too tight, the awareness that he’s just been through struggling to be contained by his brain.