Rock You Like a Hurricane BY TO BE REVEALED [LFWS #4 ROUND 2]
Title: Rock You Like a Hurricane
Author: To be revealed
Rating: G
Spoilers: none
Genre(s): hurt (sorta, I guess)
Character(s): John, Teyla, Ronon, Rodney
Disclaimer: Stargate belongs to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios Inc., no infringements of any rights is intended.
Prompt for the Round: Man Vs. Nature
Rocky You Like a Hurricane by TO BE REVEALED
The howling wind whipped Teyla’s hair around her head as she lifted her arms to protect her face from the golf-ball sized hail that pelted her head and shoulders. She tried to raise her head against the cold rain in an attempt to gauge the distance they still had to close to reach the shelter of the puddle jumper. The jumper was only about ten feet away, but the way the wind was buffeting against them it seemed more like one hundred.
She could see Rodney yelling at John, the wind blowing his words so that she only caught bits and pieces of his complaining about the weather. She squinted through the rain, trying to locate John. He was ahead of her, bent at the waist and barreling his way through the wind and rain.
She stumbled forward a few steps, staggering backwards when the wind kicked up and slamming into Ronon, who caught her by the waist. He shouted something to her, but the screaming of the wind and the pounding of the rain drowned out the words. She was just about to ask him to repeat himself when her eyes widened in fear. She pulled him down to the ground with her, narrowly escaping a large branch as it plummeted to the ground. Ronon threw his body over Teyla’s, covering her head with his arms, and grunted when the arm-sized branch lashed across his back.
They took a minute to catch their breath before Ronon stood and lifted Teyla from the ground with him. He pulled a rope from Teyla’s bag, securing it around his waist and then hers. He motioned for her to follow him and lead the way to where Rodney and John were still fighting to stay up right.
They caught up with the rest of their team slowly, and stopped to secure the rope around Rodney and John’s waists as well. John immediately understood what Ronon was trying to accomplished and motioned for his team to form a single file line. He took the lead and counted on Ronon to act as an anchor and they began to trudge through the wind and rain again.
Working together, they made more progress. Teyla could still hear bits and pieces of Rodney’s rant about the weather, about the mission, about being tied together, but he pulled his own weight and helped them battle their way through the high winds and beating hail and rain.
They were almost to the back of the jumper when a barrage of small branches came flying at them, catching in Teyla’s hair and striking their faces. The small cuts they left began to sting and she could feel blood drip down her cheek. She shook her head and forced herself to focus on helping her team make it to the safety of the jumper. There would be time to tend to their wounds later.
Just before they made it to the jumper a huge gust of wind pulled Ronon backwards, causing the entire team to follow him down to the ground. They landed in a heap, limbs tangling in the rope and one another as they struggled to right themselves.
After a few confused minutes they all managed to untangle themselves and get back to their feet. They lunged for the jumper, collapsing in a pile as John activated the door and closed it.
He quickly untied the rope as the members of his team sat back against the walls of the jumper. Teyla sat back with a sigh, relieved to be in the warm, dry jumper again.
“Well, now, that was fun!” John quipped, flopping down onto the bench and covering his eyes with his arm.
Teyla rolled her eyes and shook her head gently as Rodney began to berate John for his twisted sense of humor and decision to stay on the “god-forsaken planet” longer than they’d needed.
Ronon met Teyla’s eye and grinned…they had made it out in one piece again. It was just what they did - come wind, rain, sleet or hail.
Author: To be revealed
Rating: G
Spoilers: none
Genre(s): hurt (sorta, I guess)
Character(s): John, Teyla, Ronon, Rodney
Disclaimer: Stargate belongs to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios Inc., no infringements of any rights is intended.
Prompt for the Round: Man Vs. Nature
Rocky You Like a Hurricane by TO BE REVEALED
The howling wind whipped Teyla’s hair around her head as she lifted her arms to protect her face from the golf-ball sized hail that pelted her head and shoulders. She tried to raise her head against the cold rain in an attempt to gauge the distance they still had to close to reach the shelter of the puddle jumper. The jumper was only about ten feet away, but the way the wind was buffeting against them it seemed more like one hundred.
She could see Rodney yelling at John, the wind blowing his words so that she only caught bits and pieces of his complaining about the weather. She squinted through the rain, trying to locate John. He was ahead of her, bent at the waist and barreling his way through the wind and rain.
She stumbled forward a few steps, staggering backwards when the wind kicked up and slamming into Ronon, who caught her by the waist. He shouted something to her, but the screaming of the wind and the pounding of the rain drowned out the words. She was just about to ask him to repeat himself when her eyes widened in fear. She pulled him down to the ground with her, narrowly escaping a large branch as it plummeted to the ground. Ronon threw his body over Teyla’s, covering her head with his arms, and grunted when the arm-sized branch lashed across his back.
They took a minute to catch their breath before Ronon stood and lifted Teyla from the ground with him. He pulled a rope from Teyla’s bag, securing it around his waist and then hers. He motioned for her to follow him and lead the way to where Rodney and John were still fighting to stay up right.
They caught up with the rest of their team slowly, and stopped to secure the rope around Rodney and John’s waists as well. John immediately understood what Ronon was trying to accomplished and motioned for his team to form a single file line. He took the lead and counted on Ronon to act as an anchor and they began to trudge through the wind and rain again.
Working together, they made more progress. Teyla could still hear bits and pieces of Rodney’s rant about the weather, about the mission, about being tied together, but he pulled his own weight and helped them battle their way through the high winds and beating hail and rain.
They were almost to the back of the jumper when a barrage of small branches came flying at them, catching in Teyla’s hair and striking their faces. The small cuts they left began to sting and she could feel blood drip down her cheek. She shook her head and forced herself to focus on helping her team make it to the safety of the jumper. There would be time to tend to their wounds later.
Just before they made it to the jumper a huge gust of wind pulled Ronon backwards, causing the entire team to follow him down to the ground. They landed in a heap, limbs tangling in the rope and one another as they struggled to right themselves.
After a few confused minutes they all managed to untangle themselves and get back to their feet. They lunged for the jumper, collapsing in a pile as John activated the door and closed it.
He quickly untied the rope as the members of his team sat back against the walls of the jumper. Teyla sat back with a sigh, relieved to be in the warm, dry jumper again.
“Well, now, that was fun!” John quipped, flopping down onto the bench and covering his eyes with his arm.
Teyla rolled her eyes and shook her head gently as Rodney began to berate John for his twisted sense of humor and decision to stay on the “god-forsaken planet” longer than they’d needed.
Ronon met Teyla’s eye and grinned…they had made it out in one piece again. It was just what they did - come wind, rain, sleet or hail.