This fic is based on the song "into the ocean" by Blue October. Hope you enjoy!
Disclaimer: I do not own Blue October, Stargate Atlantis or any of its characters...Yet
Warning: This story contains attempted suicide...muahahaha!
He was just an average boy who had jumped from the east pier into frigid waters. He was nothing special, nothing extraordinary, he was just Sheppard. He leaped into the air and came back down over frigid waters, filling every hole in his body. Attacking all of his pores, filling his lungs, his shoes, drenching his clothes. He came back up sputtering unaware that he had floated far from Atlantis. It was then he realized he had made a HUGE mistake. He didn't want to end his life, at least not this way…
And now he was stuck. He wanted to swim back to the pier, but all the energy had left his body. He felt like a small child who had been dumped in the water and told to swim for hi life, but he couldn't. Sheppard treaded for his life, floating up and down, spinning slowly searching for the familiar place called Atlantis. Sheppard jerked upward when he heard a low moan, it sounded like a whale. But they didn't have whales on Atlantis, did they? Now he was officially freaked. He was scared and thought he would never see his home again, never play "prime or not prime" with McKay, Never argue with Elizabeth, or spar with Teyla again. He shivered violently, he was cold. Not like cold on a winter's day, but a cold that froze every liquid in his body. That chilled him right down to the core. He was cold as cold can be. And that was DAMN cold!
He looked up seeing the tall spires of Atlantis far on the horizon. It looked as if he would never reach it, even if he swam forever. Soon he realized his situation could not get any worse. Almost on cue, it started to rain. He treaded water a bit more and then a wave crashed down on him with the force of a freight train, dragging him under, sucking the breath from him. He was so screwed.
He kicked and fought to break the surface, but couldn't. Suddenly his face broke through and he found he was further from Atlantis than he thought. He slowly stopped kicking, stopped moving. The cold gripped him, freezing his body, stopping his breathing. A sense of warmth tinged up from his toes up to his matted hair. He knew that was a bad thing, but at the moment he didn't care. His unmoving legs and arms longed for the solid ground where they could walk, run, jump, or fight. But Sheppard knew that would never come again. He let out a strangled scream; water entered his mouth, filling his nose and lungs as he sank slowly under the surface of the water he so loved. He dug down deep trying to muster as much energy as he could, and with one last yelp and a kick, he sank below the surface.
Under the water his lungs protested for air and he knew he would eventually have to breath and he would breath in water, ending his life. He relaxed with some sort of peace and floated slowly down, is hair waving around like sea kelp. Sheppard's eyes closed and he no longer fought for air, his limps relaxed and floating about him.