I've had this idea in my head for a long time. Not sure now ,whether this is purely my creation or have read something similar in the past. If its the latter, I mean no plageristic intent. Wish I owned SGA, and mostly one Lt Colonel John Sheppard, but alas-I do not!
HAIL MARY
Sweat streaming down his face, John ran on. He realized he had been holding his breath. Without breaking stride, he released what was left in his lungs and pulled in sweet, fresh oxygen. With his heart pumping madly, it didnt take long for the newly oxygenated blood to reach his depleted, overtaxed muscles.
Somewhat refreshed, though he felt closer to collapse, he encouraged his muscles not to give into the abuse he was forcing them to endure. He had to reach his goal... They were counting on him! Footsteps pounded behind him-close! He was fast and pretty nimble, dodging the obstacles trying to stop his progress the best he could. Adrenaline coursed through his body.
These guys didnt give up! They were close! Another fifty yards and he'd be home. His legs were starting to hurt. Sure, he jogged almost everyday, but this-this was flat out sprinting! His legs and his lungs for that matter, just werent use to this frenzied pace!
He heard his teammates yelling, encouraging him on! A hand grazed his shoulder. He stumbled, but righted himself. Losing a fraction of his lead would put him in serious jeopardy! He could hear the labored breaths of his pursuers, practically feel their hot breaths on his neck.
Run, John, run! Words of encouragement were acknowleged, but he was fading.. Not much further! Come on, John! -he prodded himself. Another hand, this time trying to grab his arm! He pulled his arm away-but felt himself going down! He managed to tuck the object he'd been carrying under his arm, close to his side, in closer to his core. He wasnt about to let it drop!
As he fell, he felt his pursuers pile on top of him, pinning him down. There was nothing he could do now. He had to wait until they shuffled off him before he could move. He was sure he hadnt made it, that he had let his team down. Panting and dazed, he was pulled to his feet.
His teammates were there, patting him on the back, jumping for joy! That's when he realized he had made it! He looked back at his pursuers, Lorne and his team of tough marines. They had a look of sour defeat on their faces. John grinned widely, spiking the football in his hands into the ground and yelled "Now thats what I'm talking about! Hail Mary!"