So. Here it is. With endless thanks to julad, kaneko, cesperanza, resonant8, and merryish for beta work above and beyond the call.
Stargate: Atlantis fanfiction.
Warning: adult material.
- Philosophy. Concerned with the a priori or intuitive basis of knowledge as independent of experience.
- Surpassing all others; superior.
- Beyond common thought or experience.
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The strangest thing about John's job wasn't actually the Wraith, because he'd seen the first two Alien movies about fifty times apiece, and he figured as long as they didn't have mandibles and lay eggs in you, he was still a few points up on Ripley. It also wasn't being in another galaxy; Atlantis, with its lights that turned on when he looked at them, the doors that swung open almost before he'd decided which way he wanted to go, welcomed him a hundred times a day. It was already more like home than Antarctica had ever been.
People could adapt to crazy situations; he'd been in enough to watch it happen from the inside, and he knew that it wasn't the really new things that were hard to get used to, it was the familiar ones gone wrong. So the part that actually kept tripping him up wasn't the spaceships or the ray guns, the giant storms or the alien civilizations; it was the meetings.
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