HITCHIN' A RIDE BY negolith2 [LFWS #1 ROUND 4]
Title: Hitchin' a Ride
Author: negolith2
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Stargate belongs to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios Inc., no infringements of any rights is intended.
Spoilers: None
Prompt for the Round: Write a whump fic with John and ONE of his team. John POV.
HITCHIN' A RIDE by negolith2
I’m not exactly sure what woke me up - the jostling or the pain. The pain was a hot screaming knot under my right shoulder blade, and the jostling was an annoying bounce that shook me to the core. After a few more hard jolts I decided it was the jostling because it was aggravating a tickle in my lungs. And it wasn’t an easily ignorable tickle. Oh, hell no. From the pressure it felt like an entire feather duster was lodged behind my sternum and my brain was screaming at me that coughing would be a very bad idea right now.
I cracked open my eyes and it took me a moment to realize that what I was looking at was an upside down armpit. I blinked and Ronon’s sweat soaked side and gun holster came into focus, and judging from the speed the tall grass was flying past us, he was running.
With me flopped over his shoulders like a sack of ….
“Sheppard - still with me?”
Each word came out on its own pant and I had no idea how he knew I was awake. I tried to reply, but all I could manage was, “Nrrgh.”
“Good enough.”
The tickle was building with every jarring bounce, and I started taking shallower breaths to keep it corralled. It was … difficult in my current position.
“Sheppard?”
“Still … here.” I choked a little as a cough almost escaped, and as I squeeze my eyes shut the taste of copper filled the back of my throat. Suddenly I had an image flash through my mind of my team, ambushed, and lots of arrows. “R’dney? Teyla?”
“Fine. They’ll catch up.”
My exhale of relief came on a hard bounce that knocked the feather duster loose. I coughed once, hard, and my vision disappeared in a negative fireworks display. When it came back I could see a fine spray of blood on Ronon’s side.
And I was having one helluva time breathing.
“Hold on - I see the ‘gate.”
Hold on. He’s the one carrying me while I’m trying not to choke on my own blood. At least in this position it just drips out of my mouth. Then I see the DHD and witness the fastest dial up in history before Ronon is running again, this time through the ‘gate.
“We’re … home,” Ronon rumbled before he collapsed and everything went black.
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Author: negolith2
Rating: G
Disclaimer: Stargate belongs to Metro-Goldwyn-Mayer Studios Inc., no infringements of any rights is intended.
Spoilers: None
Prompt for the Round: Write a whump fic with John and ONE of his team. John POV.
HITCHIN' A RIDE by negolith2
I’m not exactly sure what woke me up - the jostling or the pain. The pain was a hot screaming knot under my right shoulder blade, and the jostling was an annoying bounce that shook me to the core. After a few more hard jolts I decided it was the jostling because it was aggravating a tickle in my lungs. And it wasn’t an easily ignorable tickle. Oh, hell no. From the pressure it felt like an entire feather duster was lodged behind my sternum and my brain was screaming at me that coughing would be a very bad idea right now.
I cracked open my eyes and it took me a moment to realize that what I was looking at was an upside down armpit. I blinked and Ronon’s sweat soaked side and gun holster came into focus, and judging from the speed the tall grass was flying past us, he was running.
With me flopped over his shoulders like a sack of ….
“Sheppard - still with me?”
Each word came out on its own pant and I had no idea how he knew I was awake. I tried to reply, but all I could manage was, “Nrrgh.”
“Good enough.”
The tickle was building with every jarring bounce, and I started taking shallower breaths to keep it corralled. It was … difficult in my current position.
“Sheppard?”
“Still … here.” I choked a little as a cough almost escaped, and as I squeeze my eyes shut the taste of copper filled the back of my throat. Suddenly I had an image flash through my mind of my team, ambushed, and lots of arrows. “R’dney? Teyla?”
“Fine. They’ll catch up.”
My exhale of relief came on a hard bounce that knocked the feather duster loose. I coughed once, hard, and my vision disappeared in a negative fireworks display. When it came back I could see a fine spray of blood on Ronon’s side.
And I was having one helluva time breathing.
“Hold on - I see the ‘gate.”
Hold on. He’s the one carrying me while I’m trying not to choke on my own blood. At least in this position it just drips out of my mouth. Then I see the DHD and witness the fastest dial up in history before Ronon is running again, this time through the ‘gate.
“We’re … home,” Ronon rumbled before he collapsed and everything went black.
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