Antar, six months after Fandom
Isabel stumbled as the ground shifted under her feet. Michael looked back at her, tilting his head in a way that she recognized as a question. Are you okay? She smiled tightly and nodded, not willing to do anything that would indicate she wasn't ready to be out on a mission like this so soon after they got her away from Kivar.
They continued on, the shaking of the ground becoming more pronounced as time passed. Then it didn't matter because they were under attack and all that was important was not getting hit.
A sharp cry of pain caught her attention and Isabel turned, immediately starting towards where Michael was lying on the ground. She'd taken two steps when the ground heaved once more and a light flashed. Stumbling, Isabel fell forward. And then it all went black.
The rift alarm grabbed everyone's attention immediately -- it 'd been incredibly quiet for weeks.
It didn't take long for Tosh to track the source, and pull up the CCTV.
When Jack saw the small heap of blonde girl curled limply on the ground, he hit the button, switching off the feed. "That's it. Everyone go home. You've got the night off."
It took five minutes of fast talking, and he had to physically push Ianto through the door, but they were finally all gone. "Right," he muttered. "Let's see what the hell you're doing coming through the rift."
She was easy to find, and he crouched next to her, studying her carefully. She was definitely out for the count, but when he brushed the hair off her face, she flinched.
He spent a long time staring down at her. This was his younger self's weak spot, his Achilles heel, and it was going to bite him one day. Already had, at least once. It would be incredibly easy to end that problem, here and now. But she stirred, turning towards him with a noise that was part whimper and part sigh, and the moment was gone in a flood of memories not his own.
"It's alright, Isabel," he said. "You're safe." Who knew if she could hear him, but when he carefully picked her up, she didn't flinch.
It didn't take long to get her back to the Hub. He set her on the couch, checked her for injuries and, finding nothing more serious than scrapes and bruises, draped a blanket over her.
Coffee, the latest printouts on the lack of rift activity, and a chair dragged over where he could see her, and he propped his feet on the couch and made himself comfortable. If she didn't wake up soon, he'd call Owen back, but if he could keep the others out of it, he'd be a happy Captain.
[NFB yadda, yadda, yadda...]
They continued on, the shaking of the ground becoming more pronounced as time passed. Then it didn't matter because they were under attack and all that was important was not getting hit.
A sharp cry of pain caught her attention and Isabel turned, immediately starting towards where Michael was lying on the ground. She'd taken two steps when the ground heaved once more and a light flashed. Stumbling, Isabel fell forward. And then it all went black.
The rift alarm grabbed everyone's attention immediately -- it 'd been incredibly quiet for weeks.
It didn't take long for Tosh to track the source, and pull up the CCTV.
When Jack saw the small heap of blonde girl curled limply on the ground, he hit the button, switching off the feed. "That's it. Everyone go home. You've got the night off."
It took five minutes of fast talking, and he had to physically push Ianto through the door, but they were finally all gone. "Right," he muttered. "Let's see what the hell you're doing coming through the rift."
She was easy to find, and he crouched next to her, studying her carefully. She was definitely out for the count, but when he brushed the hair off her face, she flinched.
He spent a long time staring down at her. This was his younger self's weak spot, his Achilles heel, and it was going to bite him one day. Already had, at least once. It would be incredibly easy to end that problem, here and now. But she stirred, turning towards him with a noise that was part whimper and part sigh, and the moment was gone in a flood of memories not his own.
"It's alright, Isabel," he said. "You're safe." Who knew if she could hear him, but when he carefully picked her up, she didn't flinch.
It didn't take long to get her back to the Hub. He set her on the couch, checked her for injuries and, finding nothing more serious than scrapes and bruises, draped a blanket over her.
Coffee, the latest printouts on the lack of rift activity, and a chair dragged over where he could see her, and he propped his feet on the couch and made himself comfortable. If she didn't wake up soon, he'd call Owen back, but if he could keep the others out of it, he'd be a happy Captain.
[NFB yadda, yadda, yadda...]