I hope you don't mind the created character and any impositions or inaccuracies I have with characterisation. I've only seen 2 episodes of the show, but I love it so much, I had to start writing.
POINT OF ORIGIN
You'll be alright.'
He'd tried to fight at first, punching and kicking at the sky, thinking they'd returned. Whatever the hell they were. Made him think of vultures. Vultures in space? No. Somehow instead of being up there, where he was supposed to be, he was down here. On a planet. One that had vultures and a voice.
It's okay. They're gone.'
Her voice was a little bit muffled by his helmet. But he was hearing her through an atmosphere, not the communicator. It was tricky, keeping focussed, something had come out of the dark and struck and struck at him. A flaring light and then suddenly vultures and a voice. That's right. He was on a planet. Somehow. Which was just as well because something had hit him hard. There had been the impact followed by pain and then the cold hand of space creeping in through rips in his spacesuit.
There's a cave, it's not far. Couple of hundred metres. We'll be safer there from those birds or whatever they were, but I can't carry you. You'll have to get up.' Hands under his right arm, dragging him, trying to lever him up. It was meant to help but the pain went all the way through to where something had gone badly wrong, high up under his left shoulderblade.
C'mon. C'mon buddy, I can help you but I can't do it all. I know it must hurt, but this isn't a safe place. Just get your feet under you.'
He was a whole lot bigger than her and leaning hard. She kicked at his feet, nearly bringing him down again. He'd been hit in the left thigh, too. As he stood, he could feel blood rushing all the way down his leg and pooling in his boot.
That's it. Just take one step. All we need is some momentum. Just get going. Just keep walking. That's it. You're doing good. You're going good...'
She was with him every step and he couldn't even see her. She'd tucked herself up under his right armpit, the top of her head just visible sometimes, under the yoke of his space suit, through his foggy visor. The cooling system wasn't working at all, or at least it was, but it was trying to cool the entire planet through the holes in his suit. There was sweat running down his face and body, stinging where it hit those places he'd been hurt. Rubbing salt into his wounds.
Up ahead he could see the dark entrance of what he hoped was a cave, and not just black spots before his eyes. All around him the landscape was going grey and beginning to fade. It was close and hot in the spacesuit, humid and binding. He could smell his own blood and he thought he was going to vomit.
Take it easy, buddy.' The cave had seemed like a good idea, bit of protection from the vultures, anyway, though she hadn't actually checked it for bears. Well, whatever passed for bears on this planet. The man was moving like a mechanical toy now. A toy whose batteries just about needed replacing, whose clockworks were in need of repair. He was a man, though, a human. That, at least she was sure of. She even knew his name was Archer. J. Archer, because he had labels. The other label had Enterprise on it, and some kind of symbol. It made her think of a lost child, J. Archer, please return to Enterprise.
She eased him in through the entrance of the cave and leaned him back against the wall. The hard part was going to be getting him down onto the floor without dropping him. It had to be gentle because he looked as if he might break if he was dropped.
Gonna go easy now, easy, get you down so you don't fall.'
His legs were made of water. The left leg buckled softly under him and he listed, heavy in her arms. She let herself be dragged down with him, the rock wall pulling at her clothing, catching her arm and fingers until he was safely down. His eyes rested closed and she could see him clearly though his visor now, face hot and pale, hair lank and damp. She eased her fingers up under the rim of his helmet, finding its catch, twisting it loose.
I'm gonna take this off now. It's okay, we're the same species. You can breathe this air.' She wasn't even sure if he could hear her. Besides, you've been breathing it anyway, your spacesuit's broken. It's torn.'
She lifted away the helmet and put it on the ground beside him. She squatted in front of him, gazing at his face. J. Archer,' she said. She put her hand on his forehead, wiped a trickle of sweat away. John? James? Joshua?'
Jonathan,' he said. Jon.' His mouth was unaccountably dry. As if he hadn't spoken for years. It's Jon. Thank you,' his eyes were open now as he tried to regain some control. He gestured towards the white smear, the entrance of the cave. Thanks.' He couldn't remember the rest of what he'd been going to say.
I can't do much more.' She held a hand in front of his face. It took a moment for him to focus, to realise that she wasn't holding anything, she just had this red hand. That's from your back. I don't have a first aid kit. I don't have anything.'
I think my leg's worse.' He felt as if he was sitting in a hip bath filled with his own blood. I had a box,' he tried to hold his two hands apart, shoulder width, to show how big the box was, but they wouldn't cooperate. His right hand wobbled about and the left just fell back into his lap like its string had been cut. He looked up at her, suddenly exhausted. There was a box,' he said.
There had been a box. She remembered that. She'd left it out there with her handbag. I'll get the box,' she said. You just wait here.'
He caught the grin in her voice, didn't see it on her face. He hadn't actually planned on going away any time soon. No map of the locale, no wheels to get him out, hell, he wasn't even dressed pretty. But there was a box. There was a woman, vultures, and a box.