SERIES: WHAT IF
SG-1Short oneshots, a mix of stories based on SG-1 - possibly including, angst, romance, adventure, humor, concerning Stargate Command's Premier team and those who have affected their lives. Some spoilers may occur.
TITLE: Cold Is Not My Favorite Thing
Cold is not my favorite thing. Bad memories. Getting killed in the line of duty is expected. Pain and fear and uncontrollable horrifying thoughts, yes, well that too is expected. But this is not the way I imagined it.
I'm surprised I'm breathing. The marrow of my bones is frozen for sure. I can't feel my fingers, I can't feel anything. And sadly this time there is no one to share the terror. No comfort in knowing he is here. I can't even shiver; my skin is on fire…that in itself is odd, I know it can be so cold it's hot…
I wanted to shake my head to dispel the weird unfounded thoughts but nothing can move. I can't even comprehend the pain now. Thankfully, at last I'm sleepy. I have no notion of trying to stay awake to survive. If my lips didn't feel frozen together I might have used my last breath to laugh. Survive? No not this time. I'm drifting…it's suddenly warm now in the arms of death… I'm grateful I never changed my password. "Fishing."
"What did she say?" Daniel was covering her body on the stretcher with more blankets.
"God damn it she said fishing!" Cam had the thought that maybe this time she wasn't going to make it and his heart clinched.
"What the hell does that mean?" Daniel was running behind the med team, Cam right beside him.
"You don't wanna know."