She's Gone

[joanna_mccoy]

Joanna grunted at being thrown against the wall again. They'd been on the run for eight hours, trying to get to somewhere safe but Joanna was starting to think they wouldn't. That was the fourth time that hour

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[john_grimm]

The dark sky merged with John's eyelids as the fluttered closed. He could feel the cool grains of the sand beneath his back, and the warm air of the planet on his face. The utter silence, while disconcerting, was also peaceful, and he let himself slip, sink into something like sleep

[joanna_mccoy]

The escape pod was standard variety, fully stocked with appropriate survival kits for the most likely weathers it would touch down in, from Vulcan-style desert to Delta Vega ice.

Shifting in the unstable sands, it eventually rolls onto it's side, and a door pops open slightly. It seems to be too stuck to get all the way open though without assistance.

[john_grimm]

"Anyone in there?" John yells, trying to peer into the dark interior of the pod. He can't see anything, so he aims at the door with his gun, stalking forward slowly, getting closer and closer until he's less than a foot from the opening

[joanna_mccoy]

Joanna groans, still unconscious and two padds fall out of her not quite white anymore lab coat. She's light, even for her size, and her hair the remains of a scrunchie is caught in her hair which has blood mixed in with it.

The first padd is filled with nothing but scientfic information on crop yields and antibiotic reproduction. The second one, however has all sorts of captures, many of them featuring her Daddy and Papa through the years.

[john_grimm]

John swears again and pushes the padds to the side. He leaves her there for a moment, rushing back inside the escape pod. He's sure he saw something... there. There it is. A button on the inside of the pod, marked with a red cross, pops out a small box when he presses it. He grabs the box and strides back to the girl, kneeling down beside her

[joanna_mccoy]

JOanna came to fast, at the sting. Dammit that hurt. She muttered curses softly. "The hell medical school you think you went to?" She winced as the memories came rushing back and gulped back a sob. Daddy....

[john_grimm]

The girl's eyes open, and she mumbles something that sounds like gibberish. John frowns.

"Must've hit your head pretty damn hard, Miss. That's definitely not English..." He trails off as she chokes on what sounds like a bawl.

[joanna_mccoy]

Joanna frowns.that almost sounded familiar. She sorted through the languages she knew...it definitely wasn't Vulcan, or the bits of Russian she knew...wasn't standard. Dammit this was making her head hurt. She wondered if Uhura made it off the ship, if the rest of her family was safe...wondered where she was.

Wispy memories of her childhood niggle at her...old style English like the belle's were taught. Slowly, carefully she formed the words first in her head then giving voice to them, like she used to have to do. She hopes she remembers enough to communicate "Hello?"

[john_grimm]

"Good for you, Miss." He leans over her, using his thumb to pull apart her eyelids, peering at her pupils.

"Nasty concussion you got there. Best not to let you play any contact sports for a while." John chuckles.

[joanna_mccoy]

She looked up at him, trying to focus. "Daddy?"

[john_grimm]

John winces. "That concussion must be worse than I thought. That tin can looked like it had cushioning but... you weren't wearing the safety gear, where you? You know, that's what it's there for. To keep you safe."

[joanna_mccoy]

Joanna shakes her head. Daddy died...but this man looks so like her. "Must be." She blinked and wavered woozily. She knows she shouldn't fall asleep, but she's so tired.