[fandomhigh] Locker 327

Oct 26, 2005 14:16

Blackness. It presses down on him and he closes his eyes.

He's in a cockpit now. Stick in his hand as his plane weaves its way through the attacking gliders. They've got to keep SG-1 safe. It's all that matters as he can feel the Gs tearing at him. Explosions make his plane shudder, but as long as it's them and not him they're alright. He feels like whooping as his target explodes, but there's no time.

There's colours now. They move in time with the headache.

His ship shudders and he pulls at the controls, but nothing happens. Banks isn't responding and the emergency eject isn't working either. Ice white fields are waiting below and he can feel the cold streaming into the cockpit as ice cuts his face.

There's light now and a shape lying close by. It takes his full concentration to reach for it.

Sounds of victory, but he can't feel the joy. There's death behind him and the white cold eats at his vision and then everything fades.

His fingers wrap around her arm and he pulls himself up. He's still shivering, but he ignores it as he recognised who's lying beside him.

"Vala?" He shakes her gently as he searches for a pulse.
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