A, B & C - by LostMyPen
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sga_flashficTitle: A, B & C
Author: LostMyPen
Pairing: Nada
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG-13 (mostly for naughty language)
Summary: Perhaps he shouldn't have gone on this mission?
A, B & C
My boot scuffed the floor, the sound ringing across the previously silent docking bay.
Oh shit, I winced. Don’t let him hear that. Don’t let him have found me.
I tried to slow my frantic and much too loud breathing; my chest and shoulders rising from the exertion of running. I don’t even like running, damn it.
Glancing up at the distant ceiling, I willed the lights to flicker on. Perhaps I’d feel a little bit better about this whole situation if I could just see where he was. C’mon… I squinted, still staring up, just one or two, even? But of course they didn’t; and the bay was still shrouded in darkness.
My attention was drawn back down as I heard a light ‘click’ noise from somewhere in the distance. My heart jump-started again, threatening to pound through my chest. Questions flew through my near hysterical mind-- Was that him? Does he know I’m hiding in here? Did he track me down?
Most importantly: what the hell happened to him?
I unconsciously shook my head. No. No time for that now. I needed a plan. A clear plan with point A, point B, ending with point C. Plans always helped, I knew. Well, they always calmed me down, anyway. And right now, I needed to calm down.
Okay, I tried to focus, um, A) I had to find out where he was then B) I’ll get the others, and we’ll… uh, we’ll somehow get to the Jumper without him killing us and, um, C) fly the Jumper back to Atlantis.
Beckett’ll know how to fix him, so we’ll come back with Beckett.
I felt blood trickling down the back of my neck. Hm. Perhaps I, personally, won’t come back, but um. Somebody will, I‘m sure…
Gotta’ focus, focus. All right, start with A… Oh! I almost slapped a hand against my forehead, feeling uncharacteristically stupid. Duh. The life-signs detector.
I eagerly slipped a hand down towards my flak vest, pulling open a pocket.
The rip of Velcro echoed loudly across the room. I bared my teeth, screwing my eyes shut while still holding the pocket open. Shitshitshit.
For a genius, that was a pretty dumb move. But maybe… maybe he didn’t hear? Maybe he’s not even in the docking bay. I swallowed, nervously peeking around the busted Wraith Dart and trying to make out his shape in the darkness.
Useless.
I could barely even see my own boots, let alone someone standing across the room.
Pulling my head back behind the Dart, I turned my focus to the life-signs detector again. Reaching into my pocket, I brought out the machine.
Well, part of the machine.
Oh my God. He broke it?! Dismayed, I reached back into the pocket and pulled out the other piece. Yes. It was very much broken.
I felt anger begin to seep into my mix of mostly fearful emotions. That was my life-signs detector, damn it! That was the one I always used, and-- it’s not like these things are easy to fix!
Resisting the childish urge to fling the shattered device across the room, I-- wait! I glanced down at my hand, tossing the tool lightly while considering. Maybe I should chuck it across the room. Throw him off the trail, and all that.
I pushed myself away from the Dart a bit, rising up onto my knees while adjusting the piece in my hand, getting a better grip on it. Okay, I started to wind up, time to do my best impression of Babe Ru-- no wait. I lowered my hand thoughtfully. Ruth just hit the balls, didn’t he? He wasn’t a pitcher, I don’t think.
I blinked, disgusted with myself. I blamed this moronic train of thought on the concussion I probably had.
Besides, I brought my hand back, who cared about American baseball? I let it loose.
Still poised up on my knees, I listened carefully. After a moment or two, there was a satisfying clatter from the other side of the room. I’d thrown it pretty far, I realized with a pleased smirk.
“Mah-kaaaaaa-aaay.”
The creepy and frighteningly near sing-song voice wiped the smirk from my face and I snapped my head in the direction I thought it was coming from.
Oh! I blinked rapidly, trying to clear the white burst of stars that movement earned me. Yeah. I swallowed down on the bile threatening to rise. Okay. I smartly decided not to do that again.
Gathering my wits, I realized I was much too exposed here on my knees. I retreated back to the Dart, pressing my back against the side, careful not to touch the back of my injured head to it.
The voice had been close, maybe about twenty feet to my right.
Right, so point A was complete. I knew where he was. But what good did it do me? My radio was gone, so I couldn’t contact Ford or Teyla. Maybe I could try making a break for it? Just run--
John materialized in front of me in the middle of my brainstorm, and I blinked up at him stupidly, lost in my thoughts and not quite registering what was happening.
“There you are.” He said softly, brandishing a long piece of metal that he smacked lightly against his palm.
Oh. That broke me from my reverie.
I scrambled underneath the Dart just as Sheppard swung his self-made bat, rebounding off the area where I’d just been, the bay reverberating with the earsplitting crack.
If I’d had any doubts before, they were long gone now.
He was going to kill me.
--end--
Author: LostMyPen
Pairing: Nada
Genre: Gen
Rating: PG-13 (mostly for naughty language)
Summary: Perhaps he shouldn't have gone on this mission?
A, B & C
My boot scuffed the floor, the sound ringing across the previously silent docking bay.
Oh shit, I winced. Don’t let him hear that. Don’t let him have found me.
I tried to slow my frantic and much too loud breathing; my chest and shoulders rising from the exertion of running. I don’t even like running, damn it.
Glancing up at the distant ceiling, I willed the lights to flicker on. Perhaps I’d feel a little bit better about this whole situation if I could just see where he was. C’mon… I squinted, still staring up, just one or two, even? But of course they didn’t; and the bay was still shrouded in darkness.
My attention was drawn back down as I heard a light ‘click’ noise from somewhere in the distance. My heart jump-started again, threatening to pound through my chest. Questions flew through my near hysterical mind-- Was that him? Does he know I’m hiding in here? Did he track me down?
Most importantly: what the hell happened to him?
I unconsciously shook my head. No. No time for that now. I needed a plan. A clear plan with point A, point B, ending with point C. Plans always helped, I knew. Well, they always calmed me down, anyway. And right now, I needed to calm down.
Okay, I tried to focus, um, A) I had to find out where he was then B) I’ll get the others, and we’ll… uh, we’ll somehow get to the Jumper without him killing us and, um, C) fly the Jumper back to Atlantis.
Beckett’ll know how to fix him, so we’ll come back with Beckett.
I felt blood trickling down the back of my neck. Hm. Perhaps I, personally, won’t come back, but um. Somebody will, I‘m sure…
Gotta’ focus, focus. All right, start with A… Oh! I almost slapped a hand against my forehead, feeling uncharacteristically stupid. Duh. The life-signs detector.
I eagerly slipped a hand down towards my flak vest, pulling open a pocket.
The rip of Velcro echoed loudly across the room. I bared my teeth, screwing my eyes shut while still holding the pocket open. Shitshitshit.
For a genius, that was a pretty dumb move. But maybe… maybe he didn’t hear? Maybe he’s not even in the docking bay. I swallowed, nervously peeking around the busted Wraith Dart and trying to make out his shape in the darkness.
Useless.
I could barely even see my own boots, let alone someone standing across the room.
Pulling my head back behind the Dart, I turned my focus to the life-signs detector again. Reaching into my pocket, I brought out the machine.
Well, part of the machine.
Oh my God. He broke it?! Dismayed, I reached back into the pocket and pulled out the other piece. Yes. It was very much broken.
I felt anger begin to seep into my mix of mostly fearful emotions. That was my life-signs detector, damn it! That was the one I always used, and-- it’s not like these things are easy to fix!
Resisting the childish urge to fling the shattered device across the room, I-- wait! I glanced down at my hand, tossing the tool lightly while considering. Maybe I should chuck it across the room. Throw him off the trail, and all that.
I pushed myself away from the Dart a bit, rising up onto my knees while adjusting the piece in my hand, getting a better grip on it. Okay, I started to wind up, time to do my best impression of Babe Ru-- no wait. I lowered my hand thoughtfully. Ruth just hit the balls, didn’t he? He wasn’t a pitcher, I don’t think.
I blinked, disgusted with myself. I blamed this moronic train of thought on the concussion I probably had.
Besides, I brought my hand back, who cared about American baseball? I let it loose.
Still poised up on my knees, I listened carefully. After a moment or two, there was a satisfying clatter from the other side of the room. I’d thrown it pretty far, I realized with a pleased smirk.
“Mah-kaaaaaa-aaay.”
The creepy and frighteningly near sing-song voice wiped the smirk from my face and I snapped my head in the direction I thought it was coming from.
Oh! I blinked rapidly, trying to clear the white burst of stars that movement earned me. Yeah. I swallowed down on the bile threatening to rise. Okay. I smartly decided not to do that again.
Gathering my wits, I realized I was much too exposed here on my knees. I retreated back to the Dart, pressing my back against the side, careful not to touch the back of my injured head to it.
The voice had been close, maybe about twenty feet to my right.
Right, so point A was complete. I knew where he was. But what good did it do me? My radio was gone, so I couldn’t contact Ford or Teyla. Maybe I could try making a break for it? Just run--
John materialized in front of me in the middle of my brainstorm, and I blinked up at him stupidly, lost in my thoughts and not quite registering what was happening.
“There you are.” He said softly, brandishing a long piece of metal that he smacked lightly against his palm.
Oh. That broke me from my reverie.
I scrambled underneath the Dart just as Sheppard swung his self-made bat, rebounding off the area where I’d just been, the bay reverberating with the earsplitting crack.
If I’d had any doubts before, they were long gone now.
He was going to kill me.
--end--
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Date: 2005-04-22 10:02 pm (UTC)(:
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Date: 2005-04-22 10:24 pm (UTC)Er, I mean, "Please?"
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Date: 2005-04-23 07:50 pm (UTC)I suppose this could be a crazy prologue to a story... And since you asked so nicely...
Why not?
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Date: 2005-04-23 07:51 pm (UTC)It was fun to write, so why not write more? :P
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Date: 2005-04-23 03:03 am (UTC)Loved it. Beautiful tension, great drama, and the twist! Wonderful twist!
I'm sure there've been days when Sheppard felt like strangling McKay, although I doubt that is quite what you had in mind when you wrote this!
Very intriguing situation.
:D
Date: 2005-04-23 07:54 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it!
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Date: 2005-04-23 07:31 am (UTC)This was really creepy in a good way.
^-^
Date: 2005-04-24 04:36 am (UTC)Thanks for the comment!
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Date: 2005-04-23 10:03 pm (UTC)I'd really love to see where this goes. I've gathered from the other comments that you will write more. Where?
(:
Date: 2005-04-24 01:12 am (UTC)-I guess I'll be posting further chapters over on my journal, Fanfiction.net and/or Wraithbait.
So, yeah. Now I actually have to write it... Oy.
Very Scary!
Date: 2005-04-24 04:16 am (UTC)Very cool. Good atmosphere, and McKay's desperate fear was very well done...
I join the throng begging for a sequel.
wags,
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Re: Very Scary!
Date: 2005-04-24 04:37 am (UTC)I'm glad you liked it, though! Thanks for the nice comment!
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Date: 2005-04-24 04:40 am (UTC)Thanks for the comment!
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