Disclaimer: It ain't mine, wish it was. Don't sue me all you will get is
some fluff and a couple of two pence coins if you're lucky.
Spoilers: None, just general knowledge of the show.
Rating: PG, but it may go up to PG-13 in later chapters.
Heya people, this is the very first fic I have ever written and while I'm not a writer who writes simply for the reviews, feedback is appreciated and criticism welcomed since it helps me to write better. Sorry if this chapter is a little short but this is how I write. Short chapters that are posted often are better than long ones that are posted every month or so aren't they? Eh. Anyway hope you enjoy, love Rivergem. P.S Big eyup to all you British writers out there!
The sound of his heart beating pounded in his ears, the thick undergrowth torn at his uniform and his boots caught on the roots and broken branches that littered the forest floor. Three of the most important people in his life ran ahead of him, glancing back at him and the unseen enemies that chased them. He dodged past a tree and he felt the wind of the flying bolt on his cheek as it slammed into the bark beside him.
A flash of blue in the trees to the left of him caught his eye and, without a thought, he ducked, rolled and rose to find the wrong end of a crossbow pointing at him. The world seemed to stop.
Contrary to popular belief his life did not flash before his eyes, instead his mind concentrated, with a sense of irony that O'Neill would have appreciated had he not been about to die, on the two things he regretted the most in his life. The first was not putting his gun out of reach all those years ago, a simple, thoughtless mistake that cost him his son's life and deadened him inside. In a fraction of a second he lost the thing he loved the most in the world and terribly, devastatingly he was to blame for it. He accepted the guilt and it hung over everything he did like a black storm cloud inside his head. Until, that is, he found partial salvation in the Stargate but he was never the same. How could he be? The other regret was...
The tip the crossbow disappeared and was replaced by the stoic face of Teal'c who grabbed him and hauled him up.
"We must hurry." But O'Neill was way ahead of him; he jumped over the smoking body of the native and sprinted through the trees towards his other teammates.
"Daniel! Dial up the 'gate," he yelled as he pushed aside a branch and staggered into the clearing. Trained eyes scanned the area and he felt a stab of panic. "Where's Carter?"
"I thought she was with you!" No sooner than the words left Daniel's mouth he was gone, emotion fuelling his body. He could hear people running after him and the dull thuds of bolts hitting the ground around him but none of it registered. He was too busy trying to sense any clue of where Carter was, the smell of perfume, a footprint, anything. He tripped, fell and tasted blood but forced himself up and ran on. He knew that the further he ran, the less chance he had of getting back but if this meant that he could find Carter then he didn't care.
Then O'Neill saw her. A glimpse of blonde among the brown of the leaves, she was sprawled on the ground next to a fallen tree. She had obviously slipped on the wet moss and fallen, hitting her head on the ground. No time to check for a pulse, he picked her up and, his sprint reduced to a jog by her weight, turned back towards the gate.
Carter's head lolled against his chest as he shoved past low-hanging branches straight into a surprised native. O'Neill instinctively kicked him in the stomach and began the final dash across the clearing to the Stargate, his P-90 banging painfully against his side. He bounded up the steps and was within a foot of the blue portal when one, strangely beautiful thought hit him; the event-horizon was exactly the same colour as Sam's eyes.
Then a bolt, gracefully speeding through the air like some sort of twisted metal bird, hit him in the shoulder and he fell, with her, backwards through the Stargate.
Mwhahaha, I love cliffhangers.
Heya people, this is the very first fic I have ever written and while I'm not a writer who writes simply for the reviews, feedback is appreciated and criticism welcomed since it helps me to write better. Sorry if this chapter is a little short but this is how I write. Short chapters that are posted often are better than long ones that are posted every month or so aren't they? Eh. Anyway hope you enjoy, love Rivergem. P.S Big eyup to all you British writers out there!
The sound of his heart beating pounded in his ears, the thick undergrowth torn at his uniform and his boots caught on the roots and broken branches that littered the forest floor. Three of the most important people in his life ran ahead of him, glancing back at him and the unseen enemies that chased them. He dodged past a tree and he felt the wind of the flying bolt on his cheek as it slammed into the bark beside him.
A flash of blue in the trees to the left of him caught his eye and, without a thought, he ducked, rolled and rose to find the wrong end of a crossbow pointing at him. The world seemed to stop.
Contrary to popular belief his life did not flash before his eyes, instead his mind concentrated, with a sense of irony that O'Neill would have appreciated had he not been about to die, on the two things he regretted the most in his life. The first was not putting his gun out of reach all those years ago, a simple, thoughtless mistake that cost him his son's life and deadened him inside. In a fraction of a second he lost the thing he loved the most in the world and terribly, devastatingly he was to blame for it. He accepted the guilt and it hung over everything he did like a black storm cloud inside his head. Until, that is, he found partial salvation in the Stargate but he was never the same. How could he be? The other regret was...
The tip the crossbow disappeared and was replaced by the stoic face of Teal'c who grabbed him and hauled him up.
"We must hurry." But O'Neill was way ahead of him; he jumped over the smoking body of the native and sprinted through the trees towards his other teammates.
"Daniel! Dial up the 'gate," he yelled as he pushed aside a branch and staggered into the clearing. Trained eyes scanned the area and he felt a stab of panic. "Where's Carter?"
"I thought she was with you!" No sooner than the words left Daniel's mouth he was gone, emotion fuelling his body. He could hear people running after him and the dull thuds of bolts hitting the ground around him but none of it registered. He was too busy trying to sense any clue of where Carter was, the smell of perfume, a footprint, anything. He tripped, fell and tasted blood but forced himself up and ran on. He knew that the further he ran, the less chance he had of getting back but if this meant that he could find Carter then he didn't care.
Then O'Neill saw her. A glimpse of blonde among the brown of the leaves, she was sprawled on the ground next to a fallen tree. She had obviously slipped on the wet moss and fallen, hitting her head on the ground. No time to check for a pulse, he picked her up and, his sprint reduced to a jog by her weight, turned back towards the gate.
Carter's head lolled against his chest as he shoved past low-hanging branches straight into a surprised native. O'Neill instinctively kicked him in the stomach and began the final dash across the clearing to the Stargate, his P-90 banging painfully against his side. He bounded up the steps and was within a foot of the blue portal when one, strangely beautiful thought hit him; the event-horizon was exactly the same colour as Sam's eyes.
Then a bolt, gracefully speeding through the air like some sort of twisted metal bird, hit him in the shoulder and he fell, with her, backwards through the Stargate.
Mwhahaha, I love cliffhangers.