Stargate: Atlantis
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Written with John/Elizabeth in mind, but could be any pairing.
Warnings: A bit dark and some violence.
Word Count: 466
Spoilers: None
Summary: Five times death would wait…
Disclaimer: Not owned by me, I just like to play around with characters every once in a while.
Author's Notes: Short pieces written around prompt #47 – Kill over at LJ for 100situations.
I.
I would do it again if I had to. Without one fleeting thought I would pull the trigger and end his life. I would listen, hearing the gun fire, and the bullet slice through the air, my marksmanship perfect. I would see him fall. The knife he held to her throat slips from his grasp, crashing to the floor; followed by his lifeless body. My shot would never miss. I would never miss.
II.
Years ago, I never thought I could actually bring myself to shoot something, let alone someone. So, when he came running towards me, gun drawn, thinking that I would never have it in me to fire the gun in my hands, he'd be wrong. I would pull that trigger without flinching. 'Cause since he knew me, I've changed. I know in war, and that is what it is, it's going to be either him or me.
III.
He traced the barrel of the gun along her jaw and down her neck. She flinched as the cold metal slid over her collarbone; kneeling on the damp earth, her knees cold and wet. She could feel his breath on her ear, as he dug the gun into her neck, whispering, "tell me what your name is, or I will leave you here to die." Pushing her chin up defiantly, she saw a glimpse of metal beyond the trees. "Go to hell," she spat, as a shot rang out.
IV.
He pulls her body back against his chest, easing their bodies down to the floor. He can feel liquid seeping through to his skin, the sickly copper smell of blood assaulting his senses. He doesn't know how long they stay like that for; but when they find him, she's not moving, and he has a death grip on her, whispering over and over 'I'm never gonna let you go, baby".
V.
Running for her, he pulls her out of the line of fire. Pulling her away from the falling soldiers and the vicious combat that was taking place in front of her. Covering her body with his own, as the bullets fly above them, he tells her not to move. It is mere seconds they lay like that, but it feels as if the firefight had been going on around them forever. The gunfire ceases and he hesitantly raises his body from hers, his head turns checking the surrounding grass for any danger. When he is sure there is none, he helps her back to her feet. He holds her hand as they run through the field towards the tree line, his men covering them. Once in the trees they run hard, heading for the one way off this planet. The trust they had come with severely damaged, their mission failed, but their deaths, they could wait another day.