Coming through the storm.
by Kelly Moreland
Jack O'Neill was mad. No, he had passed mad miles ago, now he was pissed. His day had started off nice enough. He had gotten an unexpected call from Sam at area fifty one. Nothing official, just a call from his fiance to talk for a few minutes. Nothing made him feel better than talking to her and as soon as he got home he'd call her just to calm down. Shit! No he wouldn't either, there was a time difference to think of. With him in DC and her there, she would still be in the lab. That made him even madder and he pressed the accelerator down even further, weaving in and out of traffic.
The impact of the crash was brutal, and Jack saw every second of it in slow motion with vivid detail.
The bigger truck crossed the double yellow line and came right for him but there was no where Jack could go. He desperately hit his brakes but the other truck plowed right into him.
His seat belt jerked harshly across his chest, as he instinctively turned his face away from the window. The entire engine was shoved forward against his knees and feet and Jack yelled in agony as bones broke up and down his legs. His truck spun from the force of the impact and was hit yet again by a sedan.
Jack felt a strange popping sensation in his hip, followed by another wave of pain. Spots of bright light danced in front of his eyes and he was pulled down into merciful darkness.