I'm not a very good "bad people/death plot" writer, so I tried to write this to make sense. I have been sooo busy, it's not even funny. I hope this short chapter helps you hang on to the story. But it seems in the show that they get lucky all the time, so I guess Malcolm just has bad aim…..IDK
I apologize again, I just lost sight of this story, so it's still on a sort of hiatus. This is un beta'd so all mistakes are mine; please tell me if you find any major flaws (besides the bad action sequence!!)
Disclaimer: I don't own SG1 or Corona.
Through Malcolm's scope, he watched as Carter fished a cold Corona out of the cooler beside the swinging hammock, twisting the tiny metal cap off of the bottle and tossing it to the ground. Her short hair was drying in the midday heat, as was her swimsuit. Jack lay beside her, a half empty bottle in his free hand.
"Hey, I've got to get something from inside, be back in a sec." Carter untangled herself from Jack, wrestling herself out of her side of the hammock, clearing up the empty beer bottles. This was the moment Malcolm was waiting for. His sights rested on Sam's right side; a sickened grin crossing is face as he pulled the trigger.
"Hey, you wa-," Carter stopped short. She pitched forward; an audible 'ugh' of pain was heard as her body hit the ground.
"Sam!" Jack fell out of his side of the hammock, crawling through the sand, a gasping Carter clutching her bleeding shoulder. Jack scoured the cliff, "That has to be where the shot came from." His eyes stopped when he caught the gleam of the rifle's scope among the rocks. "Gotcha." He figured that if he ran in the opposite direction, in a zigzag motion that the apparently untrained sniper would have a hard time of locking on him.
"Carter, I know this is gonna hurt like a son of a bitch, but I'm gonna grab you and run around the corner of the house." He said. His hands shook as he brushed the hair out of her face. Sam nodded, her eyebrows furrowed in pain. He struggled upward, picking her up and scurrying around the house. Carter was in shock, as most people would be after being shot by a high powered rifle, and he needed to get her to the jeep. Remembering his pistol in the house, he laid Sam on the sandy slope, out of the sights of the sniper. He made a run for the front door of the house, snatching the keys off the counter and rushing through the bedroom to get his Beretta.
He slid sown the dune to find Sam passed out, still bleeding. As much as he hated to move her, she couldn't stay behind as he searched for Malcolm. Scooping her up, he took off for the jeep. Carefully, he laid her in the passenger's side, jogging around the front of the SUV. He would have to punch it to get out of the sniper's range. He threw the jeep into reverse, backing out into the gravel road, the roasted the tires and he shifted into drive and accelerated to clear the danger zone.
He checked Sam's pulse, weak, but still there. He silently thanked God that he'd gotten away. He kept on until he hit the small resort town. Luckily the hospital was the biggest building there, so he pulled in quickly. He pulled the passenger's side open, scooping up the weakening Colonel, and carrying her hurriedly inside.
Jack pulled the payphone receiver off it's hook angrily, mentally bashing himself for not making Carter return to the SGC. He dialed the base number, then hearing the friendly sergeant rattle of his usual speech. "General Hammond, please. This is Colonel O'Neill. It's urgent!"
"Yes sir." The sergeant said quickly. O'Neill folded his arms across the top of the payphone box, cradling the bridge of his nose in the crook of his thumb.
"Colonel O'Neill?" Hammond said, his voice concerned.
"We've got a situation sir. Carter's been shot. I have her at a hospital, but I have an idea who it was. I don't have a secure phone line. Our cell phones are in the beach house." O'Neill's voice was soft. "I request that the rest of SG-1 be here."
"Is she able to be moved?" Hammond asked.
"No sir. She's in surgery now."
"Teal'c and Daniel are going to be there in a few hours. They can aid in your search."
"Thanks, General."
Again I'm sooooooo sorry for the wait for this measly chapter, but I figured I'd give you a little food for thought. Will they catch Malcolm? Are Daniel and Teal'C coming alone? Next time, guys! I promise!