FIC: SGA: JT: Day 18
Title: Winter
Author: Doxymom
Rating: PG-13 for violence and theme.
Pairing: implied UST for John/Teyla
Summary: Perceived failure brings winter to John's heart.
Note: my 100 Days challenge, day 18. Prompt is Winter from FF100 table.
Winter
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"Teyla, no!" he yelled, sprinting toward her. His vest constricted against his chest. His lungs burned.
She turned as if in slow motion. Pushed off to run to him. Trust light her eyes.
Soundless in flight.
She jerked, surprise widening her eyes. She coughed, stopped, suspended like a broken marionette.
Someone shouted. Himself? Gunfire. His.
The bushes on the ridge behind her exploded in plumes of shredded leaves, crimson flower petals raining like blood drops.
He slid on his knees in front of her, caught her as she fell. Her gun, unused, gashed his ear as she settled. He didn't care. Sleeping Beauty cradled in his arms. Her eyes closed, lashes curled against cheeks draining of color as he watched. No blood marred her front. He turned her gingerly. An arrow shaft, thin as a finger, long as his forearm, protruded from her lower back.
"Stay with me. Stay with me. Stay with me," he crooned low and soft, mindlessly, fumbling with the damned wrapper on the dressing. Dropped the bandage. So little blood...on the outside. Can't pull the arrow out. Rips more coming out than going in. Stabilize it. Break the shaft off closer to the skin. Easier that way.
The attackers? Screw them. He'd be with her if they shot again. Cool. Her face felt cool. Ice dripped down from his brain and coursed through his veins. She couldn't die. He hadn't told her yet. Had to save her. Couldn't fail her. He shivered. Shut down. Went numb. She was too still. Too cool. Fading.
Pressure, wrap, pressure, croon.
She moaned.
He inhaled sharply. Frozen. Silent. Waiting.
She whimpered.
"Teyla?" he whispered, hopeful, fearful, waiting.
"John?" She didn't move. "Are you injured?"
He smiled. Relief flooded through him. Her sun warmed him. "Let's get you to the doc."
"What about..."
"I think I got 'em." He stood and gently arranged her in his arms. "Don't worry. I've got you."
The End.
Author: Doxymom
Rating: PG-13 for violence and theme.
Pairing: implied UST for John/Teyla
Summary: Perceived failure brings winter to John's heart.
Note: my 100 Days challenge, day 18. Prompt is Winter from FF100 table.
Winter
___________
"Teyla, no!" he yelled, sprinting toward her. His vest constricted against his chest. His lungs burned.
She turned as if in slow motion. Pushed off to run to him. Trust light her eyes.
Soundless in flight.
She jerked, surprise widening her eyes. She coughed, stopped, suspended like a broken marionette.
Someone shouted. Himself? Gunfire. His.
The bushes on the ridge behind her exploded in plumes of shredded leaves, crimson flower petals raining like blood drops.
He slid on his knees in front of her, caught her as she fell. Her gun, unused, gashed his ear as she settled. He didn't care. Sleeping Beauty cradled in his arms. Her eyes closed, lashes curled against cheeks draining of color as he watched. No blood marred her front. He turned her gingerly. An arrow shaft, thin as a finger, long as his forearm, protruded from her lower back.
"Stay with me. Stay with me. Stay with me," he crooned low and soft, mindlessly, fumbling with the damned wrapper on the dressing. Dropped the bandage. So little blood...on the outside. Can't pull the arrow out. Rips more coming out than going in. Stabilize it. Break the shaft off closer to the skin. Easier that way.
The attackers? Screw them. He'd be with her if they shot again. Cool. Her face felt cool. Ice dripped down from his brain and coursed through his veins. She couldn't die. He hadn't told her yet. Had to save her. Couldn't fail her. He shivered. Shut down. Went numb. She was too still. Too cool. Fading.
Pressure, wrap, pressure, croon.
She moaned.
He inhaled sharply. Frozen. Silent. Waiting.
She whimpered.
"Teyla?" he whispered, hopeful, fearful, waiting.
"John?" She didn't move. "Are you injured?"
He smiled. Relief flooded through him. Her sun warmed him. "Let's get you to the doc."
"What about..."
"I think I got 'em." He stood and gently arranged her in his arms. "Don't worry. I've got you."
The End.