Author's Note: Ok so I lied about the whole finishing all my fics first thing. I just write what I feel like writing at the time. As I'm currently on holiday I've decided to instead write a load of chapters for different fics and just dump a chapter into each fic once a week providing I wrote a chapter for that fic. Now the review reviewing. Thx for the unusually long responses although my review pool is visibly starting to dry up each chapter.

xcloneecko: Thx for the review, I'm sorry to say you're wrong about Greer being unable to be promoted, this is what's known as a field promotion. Glad you liked Telford's promotion, I thought it a good way to get across the passage of time.

ColeGreen: Thx for the review, while I will agree that I focus too much on Rush, Young and the science I disagree entirely that I have Rush behaving like in season one. My own interpretation of Rush as I'd written him was irritable and stressed rather than the season one 'let the weak die' personality he seemed to have.

Sword On Fire: Thx for the review, glad you like and sorry about the conversation being slightly off, it's always been a problem.

samcarter2: Thx for all six reviews, I wish you the best of luck with your fics and will hopefully get around to reading them


"Exiting F T Ellllllll... Now." Brody shouted.

"Dialing the gate." The wormhole burst open and stabilised as the crew prepared for what would be the fastest supply run in the history of the ship.

"OK people! We have just a few hours so let's move!" Greer shouted.

As the gate room emptied Col. Young pulled Rush to one side.

"I thought you said ten hours?" He accused.

"I did. And it was what I believed until Dr. Park pointed out a few factors I'd missed."

"Would you mind telling me what these few factors are which lost us over half our time?" Young demanded, the already desperate gamble having apparently turned into a fiasco within a minute of arriving.

"I was right about it being ten hours until the gravitational stresses damaged the ship. I just... overlooked that we'd be dead by then."

To Rush's surprise Young actually laughed. "Only you could make that mistake."

Rush's reply was to simply walk through the wormhole.


"For God's sake Fisher! How many times have we done this? You don't just grab a fruit and eat it!" Ramirez shouted. "First rub some on your skin. If there's a rash chuck it. Put some in your mouth don't swallow and wait a few minutes, no reaction you chew. Still no reaction after five minutes then swallow it. Wait fifteen. No ill-effects then take a proper bite. No reaction after another quarter of an hour we start stockpiling. And even then we might have to get rid of it later. Remember?"

"We don't have time for all that. Three hours remember?" Fisher pointed out.

"I give up. If that stuff kills you I'm not taking the rap."

"Whatever." Fisher loudly took another bite of the fruit. The taste reminded him of almonds albeit with a bitterness to it.


"I'm assuming you wanted me off the ship for more than a breath of fresh air." The almost-a-question hung in the air.

"I'm sorry Colonel but the walls have ears. Pretty literally in this case."

"So what really happened to Scott?"

"There wasn't enough power to run all the pods Colonel. Destiny didn't have a choice."

"I see and why didn't you and Eli spot this problem?" Young demanded, his voice the unnatural calm of a man who's patience is on the edge of a knife.

"The repaired pods were leaking power where the repairs were a bit slap-dash, just a few extra kilovolts to bridge the gaps. But for two years and with that many pods. Well... it adds up Colonel. The only reason any of us made it is because of Destiny." Rush justified desperately.

"You're saying the ship saved us?" Young asked incredulously.

"Undoubtably. Lt. Scott's death was unfortunate but if Destiny hadn't shut down a pod we'd have run out of power and died. I can't say Destiny did the right thing picking him but it had to pick one of us." Rush defended the ship's actions. "Who would you have picked? Lt. Greer? Chloe? Camille? Me? One of us had to die; the only real question is why the ship picked Lt. Scott. And we will never know."

Young sighed deeply, his anger now pointless. "So what do we tell the crew?"

"Nothing. It would be best for everyone if Scott's death remained a tragic malfunction."

"So we just lie?" Young asked, already resigned to it but still trying to cling onto morals which didn't seem to apply any more.

"Pretty much yes."


Fisher had been struggling for two hours now, a slight difficulty breathing and mild nausea. That is until the pain really hit.

"Oh god." he whispered before collapsing to the ground clutching his chest.

"TJ! We need help over here!" Ramirez shouted, waving in the direction of the main group.

It took twenty seconds for Lt. Johansen to grab her kit and get to Fisher. By that time he'd stopped breathing, his lips turning blue and his skin an unhealthy pink.

It was five minutes later that TJ stopped the CPR to declare him dead.


Author's Note: Four chapters in a week, admittedly two of them are a bit shabbier than I'd like but they're passable for now. I'm planning for the next seven weeks to write chapters for seven days then just upload the lot of them at once. Now up: A new chapter of HAMFisted, A SGU chapter (obviously), my new alien fic – at long last – and the beginning of the final part of my Night World trilogy.

Author's Note: Thankyou samcarter2 for pointing out that - yet again - the upload deleted the scene breaks

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