Crimson Rain PG-13 2/? SGA
Yes, there's finally another part. It's short, I'm sorry, but it's more! And I'm working on part three.
AN It was pointed out to me that I had a goof in here. I've revised and this is the corrected version. Sorry, everyone!
Title: Crimson Rain
By Doxymom
Rating: PG-13
Part: 2/?.
Characters: Most, eventually. Stars John.
Pairing: some JT eventually.
Archiving: Sciencefiction Buzz site, Pink's, Suz's sites, and Tielan's. All others please ask, thanks!
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: This is written just for fun, not for money. I own nothing. Literally.
Summary: Written for (and won) Sciencefiction Buzz's first SGA challenge: Use their opening paragraph, scissors, a deflated beach ball and write for 22 minutes exactly.
John's R&R becomes a lot more.
AN: Thank you to my wonderful betas: SelDear, Suz, and Jeanine. Yes, someday I DO plan to finish it. This year. Sometime. :-)
Chapter Two.
He landed on the other side of the wormhole on his bad foot, of course. Pain lanced up his leg and it buckled beneath him. When the pain ebbed enough for him to breathe again and open his eyes, Chuck, the gate tech, leaned over him, worry in his blue eyes.
"Sir? Colonel? Can you hear me?"
"Course I can hear you." John sat up, dizzy from the pain in his ankle. It throbbed and burned. Damn. What if it was broken? How would save Teyla and the others then?
"I already called Doctor Beckett and Captain Boote, sir. Do you really think you should be trying to sit up?" Chuck's young face was scrunched up with worry.
John fixed the Canadian with a stern look, then thought better of yelling at the man for telling him what to do when he knew he needed to get back through the gate. "Boote? Oh yeah, the Australian second, backup team five. You called them already? Good job, Chuck."
The young man grinned.
Footsteps pounded behind him. "...gotten himself into now," came the doctor's voice. "Sunbathing accident, Colonel?" Beckett dropped to one knee beside him and brushed sand from his clothing.
John snorted through gritted teeth, Beckett soft, nimble fingers probing his ankle and foot. "Is it ever that simple?"
"I suppose not." Beckett sighed heavily. "We'll need an x-ray and some ice, but for now I'd wager you have a sprain. If it'd been broken you probably wouldn't have been able to stand on it."
"You would if you saw what I saw."
Beckett's entire face frowned and in that moment Boote pounded down the stairs, his young face a wash of questions, blond hair neatly combed.
So John explained. In detail. And bullet statements.
Beckett's team lifted him onto the gurney and he finished the tale as they wheeled through the door into the Infirmary, deftly tossing a blanket over him and icing his ankle before he could even wince.
"So you want me to forcibly return them?" Lorne asked John.
"Wait now," Beckett interrupted John as he started to answer. "They might be carrying a contagion or you gung-ho types might injure them in the rescuing."
John frowned. "We can't just leave them there. There's no telling what another dose of that rain would do to them."
"Aye, but from what you've said it sounds like it could be viral...or...bacterial."
Captain Boote cocked his head at the doc, causing Beckett to continue, "I'm saying I need a sample of the blood rain so I can test it and then we decide how to proceed."
"Sounds like a plan. Get me some crutches." John tried to swing his good leg off the gurney, but Beckett stopped him with a firm hand. "What? I promised I'd get them home."
"You've a sprain, Colonel, and while it's not particularly nasty, you need to rest it or it will be nasty."
"I won't be walking on it."
Beckett stared at him for a long moment, then said, "Shall I get a hypodermic?"
Dumbfounded, John stared at the Scot to see if he was serious or joking. After a moment he decided Carson had one hell of a poker face when he wanted to and might really drug him into submission, so he erred on the side of caution. He wanted to be awake when Boote's team returned.
He caught Boote's amused gaze before the young man lowered his eyes, and bristled but stifled it. "Get a sample and don't get it on you. Should be a few puddles around. And, Paul, take along a Wraith stunner. If you see them, stun them and tie them near the Gate so they don't hurt each other."
"Aye, sir." Boote strode to the door, paused and turned. "Doctor Beckett."
"Aye, lad?"
"Could this stuff have affected the native animals too? Just wanna know if any rabid bunnies are gonna jump my team."
Beckett gave a tiny, humorless grin. "Odds are the native life thrives on the stuff, whatever it may be. Nature gives its creations what they need to survive."
Boote looked dubious, patted the door frame once and strode purposefully toward his mission, with John staring longingly after him.
Three hours later, the gate opened and all Hell broke loose.
TBC in part 3, eventually.
AN It was pointed out to me that I had a goof in here. I've revised and this is the corrected version. Sorry, everyone!
Title: Crimson Rain
By Doxymom
Rating: PG-13
Part: 2/?.
Characters: Most, eventually. Stars John.
Pairing: some JT eventually.
Archiving: Sciencefiction Buzz site, Pink's, Suz's sites, and Tielan's. All others please ask, thanks!
Spoilers: None.
Disclaimer: This is written just for fun, not for money. I own nothing. Literally.
Summary: Written for (and won) Sciencefiction Buzz's first SGA challenge: Use their opening paragraph, scissors, a deflated beach ball and write for 22 minutes exactly.
John's R&R becomes a lot more.
AN: Thank you to my wonderful betas: SelDear, Suz, and Jeanine. Yes, someday I DO plan to finish it. This year. Sometime. :-)
Chapter Two.
He landed on the other side of the wormhole on his bad foot, of course. Pain lanced up his leg and it buckled beneath him. When the pain ebbed enough for him to breathe again and open his eyes, Chuck, the gate tech, leaned over him, worry in his blue eyes.
"Sir? Colonel? Can you hear me?"
"Course I can hear you." John sat up, dizzy from the pain in his ankle. It throbbed and burned. Damn. What if it was broken? How would save Teyla and the others then?
"I already called Doctor Beckett and Captain Boote, sir. Do you really think you should be trying to sit up?" Chuck's young face was scrunched up with worry.
John fixed the Canadian with a stern look, then thought better of yelling at the man for telling him what to do when he knew he needed to get back through the gate. "Boote? Oh yeah, the Australian second, backup team five. You called them already? Good job, Chuck."
The young man grinned.
Footsteps pounded behind him. "...gotten himself into now," came the doctor's voice. "Sunbathing accident, Colonel?" Beckett dropped to one knee beside him and brushed sand from his clothing.
John snorted through gritted teeth, Beckett soft, nimble fingers probing his ankle and foot. "Is it ever that simple?"
"I suppose not." Beckett sighed heavily. "We'll need an x-ray and some ice, but for now I'd wager you have a sprain. If it'd been broken you probably wouldn't have been able to stand on it."
"You would if you saw what I saw."
Beckett's entire face frowned and in that moment Boote pounded down the stairs, his young face a wash of questions, blond hair neatly combed.
So John explained. In detail. And bullet statements.
Beckett's team lifted him onto the gurney and he finished the tale as they wheeled through the door into the Infirmary, deftly tossing a blanket over him and icing his ankle before he could even wince.
"So you want me to forcibly return them?" Lorne asked John.
"Wait now," Beckett interrupted John as he started to answer. "They might be carrying a contagion or you gung-ho types might injure them in the rescuing."
John frowned. "We can't just leave them there. There's no telling what another dose of that rain would do to them."
"Aye, but from what you've said it sounds like it could be viral...or...bacterial."
Captain Boote cocked his head at the doc, causing Beckett to continue, "I'm saying I need a sample of the blood rain so I can test it and then we decide how to proceed."
"Sounds like a plan. Get me some crutches." John tried to swing his good leg off the gurney, but Beckett stopped him with a firm hand. "What? I promised I'd get them home."
"You've a sprain, Colonel, and while it's not particularly nasty, you need to rest it or it will be nasty."
"I won't be walking on it."
Beckett stared at him for a long moment, then said, "Shall I get a hypodermic?"
Dumbfounded, John stared at the Scot to see if he was serious or joking. After a moment he decided Carson had one hell of a poker face when he wanted to and might really drug him into submission, so he erred on the side of caution. He wanted to be awake when Boote's team returned.
He caught Boote's amused gaze before the young man lowered his eyes, and bristled but stifled it. "Get a sample and don't get it on you. Should be a few puddles around. And, Paul, take along a Wraith stunner. If you see them, stun them and tie them near the Gate so they don't hurt each other."
"Aye, sir." Boote strode to the door, paused and turned. "Doctor Beckett."
"Aye, lad?"
"Could this stuff have affected the native animals too? Just wanna know if any rabid bunnies are gonna jump my team."
Beckett gave a tiny, humorless grin. "Odds are the native life thrives on the stuff, whatever it may be. Nature gives its creations what they need to survive."
Boote looked dubious, patted the door frame once and strode purposefully toward his mission, with John staring longingly after him.
Three hours later, the gate opened and all Hell broke loose.
TBC in part 3, eventually.