Whump Challenge 3
This week's Challenge was to use this pic as a basis for artwork or fic (under 2000 words)
I did both
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Fic
Title: Training Exercise
Words: 2342 (just about 342 words over the limit but McKay and Sheppard talk too much)
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, OC
Genre: Whumpish
Disclaimers: Not mine, just fun to play with.
Taking a bite of his apple, John glanced over at Rodney in the copilot’s seat of the jumper; tapping away at his laptop and trying to locate the source of the power the MALP had detected when it came through for the preliminary check of the new planet.
“Anything yet McKay?” John said between bites of his apple.
“Nothing yet,” came the exasperated response. “We’ve been here a grand total of 30 seconds. How do you expect me to find anything in that amount of time?”
“Rodney we’ve been here for over 20 minutes and you still haven’t found anything. “ John sighed and went back to scanning the planet’s surface with the Jumper’s sensors. He was about to suggest they head to the far side of the planet when his scanners picked up a life sign.
“Hey McKay, I thought you said this planet was too toxic to support any kind of life? How come I’m reading a life sign then?”
Rodney looked up at the HUD and immediately began blustering about how it was impossible and the readings must be off. He went back to his laptop and typed furiously. “The atmosphere is made up of mostly Nitrogen and Carbon dioxide. Nothing can live here. Why the Ancients would even put a ‘Gate on a planet like this is beyond me?”
John turned the Jumper and headed for the signal.
“Whoa whoa whoa,” Rodney exclaimed. “Where are you taking us?”
“Rodney it’s a life sign! Don’t you want to find out what life is surviving on an unsurvivable planet and how they’re doing it?”
Looking a bit nonplussed, Rodney stammered “Well, I guess, but…”
“Then it’s settled. We’re going in,” John declared.
The Jumper headed straight for the life sign. Sheppard tried to visually scan the area, but there was a thick fog. He kept a close eye on the HUD and just as it registered the life sign right ahead of them, the fog cleared and a wall appeared.
“CRAP!!! Hold on!!” he yelled to Rodney!
Pulling on the controls, he almost avoided the wall. One of the drive pods didn’t make it. It caught on the corner and swung the Jumper around, careening out of control. They came to an unceremonious stop, tipped sideways up against the building.
“Nice landing Colonel,” groaned McKay from his new position on the wall of the Jumper.
“Any landing you can walk away from is a good one,” was the groaned response from John. “You OK; anything broken besides your pride?”
“Ergh, no, I think I’m OK. You?”
“I’m good,” grunted Sheppard, rubbing his forehead. For a change he had buckled his seat belt, so he hadn’t landed on top of Rodney; a position he would have heartily regretted. He tried getting the Jumper to start up. Sparks flew up from the panel.
“It’s no use,” moaned Rodney. “Looks like you managed to break another Jumper. Hope it doesn’t come out of your salary.” He picked up his laptop from where it had landed against the front window. “At least this is still working. We might be able to figure out if the power supply is in this building and IF the building is safe to enter.”
“The Power Source? That’s what you’re worried about? “John gave him an incredulous look. “How about how we’re going to get back to Atlantis? Toxic atmosphere remember? The ‘Gate is too far to walk to. Are you proposing a camping trip in that building?”
“Hey, don’t gripe at me,” quipped McKay. “I’m not the one who wanted to chase down a life sign. Look what that got us.”
Just at that moment there came a loud bang against the back door of the Jumper. Both men jumped and looked at each other.
“That sounded like a blast,” Sheppard said. He unbuckled his safety harness, slid himself around so he could step on the arm of the other chair.
“Hey, watch it!” exclaimed Rodney.
“Thought you might want me to find out what the noise is all about back there,” said Sheppard. He raised an eyebrow at his team mate. “Feel free to check it out yourself”
Rodney just shook his head and nodded at him to go ahead.
As John made his way to the back of the vehicle, another blast sounded. This time a huge hole appeared in the Jumper door. Shrapnel flew through the Jumper and a large piece embedded itself in John’s left arm.
“Son of a ……” he yelled while clutching his arm.
“Crap, poisonous atmosphere venting in” Rodney screamed.
The Jumper was filling with smoke and poisonous air. John grabbed for the emergency breathers hanging on the wall. He tossed one to Rodney and, with his good arm, put the other over his face and activated the oxygen supply.
From the back of the Jumper, John heard the noise of someone climbing in the hole created by the blast. Pulling his 9 mil out of the holster, he called out “Who’s there? Identify yourself.”
Squinting his eyes, he barely made out a shape moving towards him. It was vaguely man-like, just a bit more shapeless. As it got closer he saw it raise its arm and a green light pointed in his direction. Almost too late he recognized it as a weapon. Sheppard yelled “Get down McKay” as he fired his weapon at the figure.
A flash of green light went off and John’s last coherent thought was “Again?”.
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As John slowly came back to awareness, he felt the chill of the hard surface he was lying on. There was also the familiar tingle of all his nerves waking up. Groaning slightly, his eyes slowly blinked open. The room he was in was dark, but he could see a little. Turning his head to the side, he realized he was on the floor. As far as he could determine, he was alone.
When he tried to move he discovered his hands were bound in front of him. Sighing heavily, he rolled to his side and managed to scoot himself to a sitting position. He still had his vest but his gun was gone. His arm had been bandaged.
“I guess someone wants me to get better,” he thought to himself.
Belatedly he realized he wasn’t using his breather. Taking a tentative sniff, he noted that the air was stale, but breathable.
With difficulty he managed to climb to his feet. Staggering a little he walked to the other end of the room.
“Rodney!” he called in a loud whisper. “Rodney, you here?”
Only silence answered him.
He tried his radio, but still no response.
There was a door with bars on the window. Peering through the bars into the darkened hallway beyond; he called out “Hello! Anybody home?”
More silence.
Still feeling shaky, he walked the perimeter of the room until he came back to the door. He had no luck finding anything useful or any clues as to where he was or how he had gotten there.
Worn out, he slid to the floor. It seemed like he was going to have to wait it out. Leaning his head against the wall, he closed his eyes and tried to regain his strength.
After what seemed like hours, he heard footsteps in the hallway. Standing slowly and moving to the center of the room, John waited for his captor.
The door slid to the side, revealing a tall, dark man standing in the doorway, muscular arms crossed in front of his chest, feet planted firmly. What little light there was in the hallway was reflected off the man’s bald head.
“Hey there,” John said with a smirk. “Nice to finally meet my host. I’m Colonel John Sheppard. You are?”
The figure in the doorway didn’t answer. He just stared with dark eyes. Finally he said “You will do.”
Turning, he walked down the hall, leaving the doorway open.
John stood still for a moment, confused. Then, shaking his head, he walked to the door and looked out. He saw the stranger walking down the hall and turning a corner.
Starting off at a trot, John followed after and caught up with him. He was standing by another doorway. From within he heard Rodney’s frantic voice demanding the same answers John wanted.
Coming up beside the man, John peered into the room and spotted Rodney chained to a wall. His anger flared at seeing his friend treated this way. He stepped in front of the man and demanded “What the Hell is going on here? Who are you and why are you doing this?”
Slowly refocusing his attention on John, he said “This one will not do.” He pulled his weapon out of the holster, flicked a switch, and then aimed it at Rodney over John’s shoulder.
Frantic to prevent what was coming, John body slammed himself into the bigger man, knocking the weapon out of his hand and causing the man stagger back into the wall.
The two men regained their balance and faced off.
“I am Namen and you will be my quarry,” he told John. “I am in need of a hunt and you will provide me with one.”
Breathing heavily, John just looked at the man. “What? I don’t get it? You want to hunt me? That is what all this is about?”
Namen stepped towards John and said, “You will be of use in my training. “
“Why are you here anyway?” John asked. “How do you live on this planet? Isn’t it a little difficult for you to breathe?”
Namen paced a circle around John. “I was banished here by my people. They did not like how I trained to hunt Wraith. They thought I would die here. “He stopped in front of John. “I did not die”
John raised an eyebrow. “I see that,” he replied. “How did you not die?”
“I found a body by the Ring. It was in a set of clothes that allowed me to breathe this. I found this building in short time and it is sealed from the poison. It had more of those outfits to let me travel through the air without harm. You have damaged the last one. Now I cannot go out to find more prey. You will have to provide me with my training.”
Licking his lips and glancing around, John spotted Namen’s gun lying in the shadows behind him. Stalling for time, he shuffled his feet and maneuvered to the side.
“Well, see now, I don’t think I can do that. We have to be leaving. If you show us those suits, maybe Rodney can fix them up for you. We could borrow a couple and be out of your way in just a little while.”
Namen stared at John and said, “You will be staying.”
Tensing his body, John said “No, buddy, I won’t.” Turning, he dived and slid for the gun, coming up with it in his bound hands. He quickly sat up and aimed the weapon at Namen.
“Where do you think you will go after you kill me John Sheppard?” asked Namen with a sly smile.
Just then, John’s radio went off “Colonel Sheppard can you read me? This is base. You’re overdue for your check-in.”
John smirked and tightened his grip on the gun. “I think I am going Home. Now if you’re a smart guy, you’ll turn and walk away while Rodney and I go wait for our ride.”
Namen stared at John, turned and started to walk away. Sheppard began to climb to his feet, keeping an eye on the dark man. He was almost up when Namen stopped, whirled around and threw a knife at John. As it pierced John’s thigh, he fired the weapon, hitting Namen square in the chest. The man dropped to the ground, grinding his teeth.
“You have not won John Sheppard,” he snarled. “That gun can only be fired by my hand. Now it will explode and you will both die.”
John stared at the gun as Namen slumped to the ground. He looked into the cell and saw a wide-eyed, panicked Rodney as the gun began to make a beeping sound and the green light on the side began to flash.
Rising to his feet, forgetting about the knife in his leg, John began to run. His only thought was to get the weapon, now bomb, as far away from Rodney as he could. Racing around a corner, he came to a balcony overlooking an indoor courtyard. Without thinking, just hearing the beeping become quicker and higher in pitch, John stopped running and flung the gun over the railing as hard as he could. Spinning around, he began to run back in the direction of Rodney.
The explosion blew him off his feet and threw him against the wall.
Regaining consciousness for the second time in a day, he heard Rodney’s frantic voice calling his name and his radio going off again.
With a groan, he managed a sitting position and reached for his radio.
“Atlantis this is Sheppard. All is well here…..now. We’ll need a ride home though.” Glancing down at the knife protruding out of his thigh, he keyed his radio again “And you might want to send a medic as well.”
“Copy that Colonel. Help is on the way. Atlantis out."
From down the hall, Sheppard heard Rodney calling out to him. “Sheppard you’d better be OK. I can’t get myself out of these chains. Sheppard? Sheppard? “ After a brief silence, “Oh great. I always have to do everything myself.”
John managed a small smirk. Leave it to Rodney to make it all about him.
With a large groan, John slid himself up the wall and began to limp towards the cell with his friend. “Hang on Rodney; I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Good thing. My arms are starting to cramp from being held up so high so hurry up.”
John slowed his limping steps and muttered “I’m coming as fast as I can.”
I did both
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Fic
Title: Training Exercise
Words: 2342 (just about 342 words over the limit but McKay and Sheppard talk too much)
Characters: John Sheppard, Rodney McKay, OC
Genre: Whumpish
Disclaimers: Not mine, just fun to play with.
Taking a bite of his apple, John glanced over at Rodney in the copilot’s seat of the jumper; tapping away at his laptop and trying to locate the source of the power the MALP had detected when it came through for the preliminary check of the new planet.
“Anything yet McKay?” John said between bites of his apple.
“Nothing yet,” came the exasperated response. “We’ve been here a grand total of 30 seconds. How do you expect me to find anything in that amount of time?”
“Rodney we’ve been here for over 20 minutes and you still haven’t found anything. “ John sighed and went back to scanning the planet’s surface with the Jumper’s sensors. He was about to suggest they head to the far side of the planet when his scanners picked up a life sign.
“Hey McKay, I thought you said this planet was too toxic to support any kind of life? How come I’m reading a life sign then?”
Rodney looked up at the HUD and immediately began blustering about how it was impossible and the readings must be off. He went back to his laptop and typed furiously. “The atmosphere is made up of mostly Nitrogen and Carbon dioxide. Nothing can live here. Why the Ancients would even put a ‘Gate on a planet like this is beyond me?”
John turned the Jumper and headed for the signal.
“Whoa whoa whoa,” Rodney exclaimed. “Where are you taking us?”
“Rodney it’s a life sign! Don’t you want to find out what life is surviving on an unsurvivable planet and how they’re doing it?”
Looking a bit nonplussed, Rodney stammered “Well, I guess, but…”
“Then it’s settled. We’re going in,” John declared.
The Jumper headed straight for the life sign. Sheppard tried to visually scan the area, but there was a thick fog. He kept a close eye on the HUD and just as it registered the life sign right ahead of them, the fog cleared and a wall appeared.
“CRAP!!! Hold on!!” he yelled to Rodney!
Pulling on the controls, he almost avoided the wall. One of the drive pods didn’t make it. It caught on the corner and swung the Jumper around, careening out of control. They came to an unceremonious stop, tipped sideways up against the building.
“Nice landing Colonel,” groaned McKay from his new position on the wall of the Jumper.
“Any landing you can walk away from is a good one,” was the groaned response from John. “You OK; anything broken besides your pride?”
“Ergh, no, I think I’m OK. You?”
“I’m good,” grunted Sheppard, rubbing his forehead. For a change he had buckled his seat belt, so he hadn’t landed on top of Rodney; a position he would have heartily regretted. He tried getting the Jumper to start up. Sparks flew up from the panel.
“It’s no use,” moaned Rodney. “Looks like you managed to break another Jumper. Hope it doesn’t come out of your salary.” He picked up his laptop from where it had landed against the front window. “At least this is still working. We might be able to figure out if the power supply is in this building and IF the building is safe to enter.”
“The Power Source? That’s what you’re worried about? “John gave him an incredulous look. “How about how we’re going to get back to Atlantis? Toxic atmosphere remember? The ‘Gate is too far to walk to. Are you proposing a camping trip in that building?”
“Hey, don’t gripe at me,” quipped McKay. “I’m not the one who wanted to chase down a life sign. Look what that got us.”
Just at that moment there came a loud bang against the back door of the Jumper. Both men jumped and looked at each other.
“That sounded like a blast,” Sheppard said. He unbuckled his safety harness, slid himself around so he could step on the arm of the other chair.
“Hey, watch it!” exclaimed Rodney.
“Thought you might want me to find out what the noise is all about back there,” said Sheppard. He raised an eyebrow at his team mate. “Feel free to check it out yourself”
Rodney just shook his head and nodded at him to go ahead.
As John made his way to the back of the vehicle, another blast sounded. This time a huge hole appeared in the Jumper door. Shrapnel flew through the Jumper and a large piece embedded itself in John’s left arm.
“Son of a ……” he yelled while clutching his arm.
“Crap, poisonous atmosphere venting in” Rodney screamed.
The Jumper was filling with smoke and poisonous air. John grabbed for the emergency breathers hanging on the wall. He tossed one to Rodney and, with his good arm, put the other over his face and activated the oxygen supply.
From the back of the Jumper, John heard the noise of someone climbing in the hole created by the blast. Pulling his 9 mil out of the holster, he called out “Who’s there? Identify yourself.”
Squinting his eyes, he barely made out a shape moving towards him. It was vaguely man-like, just a bit more shapeless. As it got closer he saw it raise its arm and a green light pointed in his direction. Almost too late he recognized it as a weapon. Sheppard yelled “Get down McKay” as he fired his weapon at the figure.
A flash of green light went off and John’s last coherent thought was “Again?”.
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As John slowly came back to awareness, he felt the chill of the hard surface he was lying on. There was also the familiar tingle of all his nerves waking up. Groaning slightly, his eyes slowly blinked open. The room he was in was dark, but he could see a little. Turning his head to the side, he realized he was on the floor. As far as he could determine, he was alone.
When he tried to move he discovered his hands were bound in front of him. Sighing heavily, he rolled to his side and managed to scoot himself to a sitting position. He still had his vest but his gun was gone. His arm had been bandaged.
“I guess someone wants me to get better,” he thought to himself.
Belatedly he realized he wasn’t using his breather. Taking a tentative sniff, he noted that the air was stale, but breathable.
With difficulty he managed to climb to his feet. Staggering a little he walked to the other end of the room.
“Rodney!” he called in a loud whisper. “Rodney, you here?”
Only silence answered him.
He tried his radio, but still no response.
There was a door with bars on the window. Peering through the bars into the darkened hallway beyond; he called out “Hello! Anybody home?”
More silence.
Still feeling shaky, he walked the perimeter of the room until he came back to the door. He had no luck finding anything useful or any clues as to where he was or how he had gotten there.
Worn out, he slid to the floor. It seemed like he was going to have to wait it out. Leaning his head against the wall, he closed his eyes and tried to regain his strength.
After what seemed like hours, he heard footsteps in the hallway. Standing slowly and moving to the center of the room, John waited for his captor.
The door slid to the side, revealing a tall, dark man standing in the doorway, muscular arms crossed in front of his chest, feet planted firmly. What little light there was in the hallway was reflected off the man’s bald head.
“Hey there,” John said with a smirk. “Nice to finally meet my host. I’m Colonel John Sheppard. You are?”
The figure in the doorway didn’t answer. He just stared with dark eyes. Finally he said “You will do.”
Turning, he walked down the hall, leaving the doorway open.
John stood still for a moment, confused. Then, shaking his head, he walked to the door and looked out. He saw the stranger walking down the hall and turning a corner.
Starting off at a trot, John followed after and caught up with him. He was standing by another doorway. From within he heard Rodney’s frantic voice demanding the same answers John wanted.
Coming up beside the man, John peered into the room and spotted Rodney chained to a wall. His anger flared at seeing his friend treated this way. He stepped in front of the man and demanded “What the Hell is going on here? Who are you and why are you doing this?”
Slowly refocusing his attention on John, he said “This one will not do.” He pulled his weapon out of the holster, flicked a switch, and then aimed it at Rodney over John’s shoulder.
Frantic to prevent what was coming, John body slammed himself into the bigger man, knocking the weapon out of his hand and causing the man stagger back into the wall.
The two men regained their balance and faced off.
“I am Namen and you will be my quarry,” he told John. “I am in need of a hunt and you will provide me with one.”
Breathing heavily, John just looked at the man. “What? I don’t get it? You want to hunt me? That is what all this is about?”
Namen stepped towards John and said, “You will be of use in my training. “
“Why are you here anyway?” John asked. “How do you live on this planet? Isn’t it a little difficult for you to breathe?”
Namen paced a circle around John. “I was banished here by my people. They did not like how I trained to hunt Wraith. They thought I would die here. “He stopped in front of John. “I did not die”
John raised an eyebrow. “I see that,” he replied. “How did you not die?”
“I found a body by the Ring. It was in a set of clothes that allowed me to breathe this. I found this building in short time and it is sealed from the poison. It had more of those outfits to let me travel through the air without harm. You have damaged the last one. Now I cannot go out to find more prey. You will have to provide me with my training.”
Licking his lips and glancing around, John spotted Namen’s gun lying in the shadows behind him. Stalling for time, he shuffled his feet and maneuvered to the side.
“Well, see now, I don’t think I can do that. We have to be leaving. If you show us those suits, maybe Rodney can fix them up for you. We could borrow a couple and be out of your way in just a little while.”
Namen stared at John and said, “You will be staying.”
Tensing his body, John said “No, buddy, I won’t.” Turning, he dived and slid for the gun, coming up with it in his bound hands. He quickly sat up and aimed the weapon at Namen.
“Where do you think you will go after you kill me John Sheppard?” asked Namen with a sly smile.
Just then, John’s radio went off “Colonel Sheppard can you read me? This is base. You’re overdue for your check-in.”
John smirked and tightened his grip on the gun. “I think I am going Home. Now if you’re a smart guy, you’ll turn and walk away while Rodney and I go wait for our ride.”
Namen stared at John, turned and started to walk away. Sheppard began to climb to his feet, keeping an eye on the dark man. He was almost up when Namen stopped, whirled around and threw a knife at John. As it pierced John’s thigh, he fired the weapon, hitting Namen square in the chest. The man dropped to the ground, grinding his teeth.
“You have not won John Sheppard,” he snarled. “That gun can only be fired by my hand. Now it will explode and you will both die.”
John stared at the gun as Namen slumped to the ground. He looked into the cell and saw a wide-eyed, panicked Rodney as the gun began to make a beeping sound and the green light on the side began to flash.
Rising to his feet, forgetting about the knife in his leg, John began to run. His only thought was to get the weapon, now bomb, as far away from Rodney as he could. Racing around a corner, he came to a balcony overlooking an indoor courtyard. Without thinking, just hearing the beeping become quicker and higher in pitch, John stopped running and flung the gun over the railing as hard as he could. Spinning around, he began to run back in the direction of Rodney.
The explosion blew him off his feet and threw him against the wall.
Regaining consciousness for the second time in a day, he heard Rodney’s frantic voice calling his name and his radio going off again.
With a groan, he managed a sitting position and reached for his radio.
“Atlantis this is Sheppard. All is well here…..now. We’ll need a ride home though.” Glancing down at the knife protruding out of his thigh, he keyed his radio again “And you might want to send a medic as well.”
“Copy that Colonel. Help is on the way. Atlantis out."
From down the hall, Sheppard heard Rodney calling out to him. “Sheppard you’d better be OK. I can’t get myself out of these chains. Sheppard? Sheppard? “ After a brief silence, “Oh great. I always have to do everything myself.”
John managed a small smirk. Leave it to Rodney to make it all about him.
With a large groan, John slid himself up the wall and began to limp towards the cell with his friend. “Hang on Rodney; I’ll be there in a minute.”
“Good thing. My arms are starting to cramp from being held up so high so hurry up.”
John slowed his limping steps and muttered “I’m coming as fast as I can.”