Title: Crisis
Summary: It gets worse. (Part 7 of Cause and Effect. Sequel to 'Complications'.)
Author: jacksrubberduckie
E-mail: jacksrubberduckie@yahoo.co.uk
Rating: PG-13 cos I'm erring on the side of caution.
Category: Drama, suspense
Season/Spoilers: None
Warnings: Implications of death.
Archive: The Bath Tub (www.jacksrubberduckie.tk).
Disclaimer: Any character or plot device you recognise isn't mine. I borrowed them shamelessly and promise to return them in the condition I found them in. More or less... :)
Author's Notes: Hugest thanks to Steph who is my whump expert. She also had to talk me through my beta issues. Don't ask. Also thanks to Annie and Ali. Feedback would be good.
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The grunt of pain that reaches us fuels a fresh surge of adrenaline. It takes a moment for me to realise where it came from.
Jack's direction, Crap. This day just gets better and better.
Daniel's the first to reach him and by the look on his face he's biting back some very interesting curse words.
Sam is straight over to Jack pulling a handkerchief out of her pocket and using it to stem the blood flow.
Looks like Jack stumbled onto a little trap. He has some kind of arrow come bolt sticking out of his gut. Probably a crossbow of some kind and a trip wire. Unfortunately in this light and with the amount of thick foliage around us it would've been near impossible to spot.
Daniel has found another couple of handkerchiefs from somewhere and hands them to Sam so she can pack the wound as best as she can. It's not bleeding too much but better safe than sorry.
Jack looks more pissed than anything. He winces as Sam presses the handkerchiefs round the bolt and instructs him to hold them in place.
"Okay Carter I think we're done here. Not much else you can do."
"Yes sir." Sam reluctantly helps him get up and supports as much of his weight as possible. I almost wince in sympathy as he grimaces in pain trying to straighten to his full height. He doesn't quite manage though. I know from experience stomach wounds hurt like hell. You never realise just how much of your body movement relies on those muscles until you've injured them.
Daniel watches him in concern. "You going to be okay getting back to the gate Jack?"
"I'll be fine Daniel. Trust me I've managed in worse circumstances than this."
I don't miss the flicker of sympathy that crosses Sam's face as Jack catches her eye. Apparently she knows more about that little tale. Daniel takes over from her supporting Jack.
"So looks like another change of plan. You'll have to put up with my company on the way to the gate." Jack looks around at us enquiringly. "We good to go?"
Sam wipes her hands on her pants, "yes sir." Daniel sighs and I just nod. I'm saving my energy for what's to come.
We set off again, this time at a slower pace than before. Sam takes point and Daniel, Jack and myself lag behind at a slower pace.
I just hope that we don't find any more of our 'host's little surprises.
It was bad enough when I was the only one carrying injuries.
Summary: It gets worse. (Part 7 of Cause and Effect. Sequel to 'Complications'.)
Author: jacksrubberduckie
E-mail: jacksrubberduckie@yahoo.co.uk
Rating: PG-13 cos I'm erring on the side of caution.
Category: Drama, suspense
Season/Spoilers: None
Warnings: Implications of death.
Archive: The Bath Tub (www.jacksrubberduckie.tk).
Disclaimer: Any character or plot device you recognise isn't mine. I borrowed them shamelessly and promise to return them in the condition I found them in. More or less... :)
Author's Notes: Hugest thanks to Steph who is my whump expert. She also had to talk me through my beta issues. Don't ask. Also thanks to Annie and Ali. Feedback would be good.
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
The grunt of pain that reaches us fuels a fresh surge of adrenaline. It takes a moment for me to realise where it came from.
Jack's direction, Crap. This day just gets better and better.
Daniel's the first to reach him and by the look on his face he's biting back some very interesting curse words.
Sam is straight over to Jack pulling a handkerchief out of her pocket and using it to stem the blood flow.
Looks like Jack stumbled onto a little trap. He has some kind of arrow come bolt sticking out of his gut. Probably a crossbow of some kind and a trip wire. Unfortunately in this light and with the amount of thick foliage around us it would've been near impossible to spot.
Daniel has found another couple of handkerchiefs from somewhere and hands them to Sam so she can pack the wound as best as she can. It's not bleeding too much but better safe than sorry.
Jack looks more pissed than anything. He winces as Sam presses the handkerchiefs round the bolt and instructs him to hold them in place.
"Okay Carter I think we're done here. Not much else you can do."
"Yes sir." Sam reluctantly helps him get up and supports as much of his weight as possible. I almost wince in sympathy as he grimaces in pain trying to straighten to his full height. He doesn't quite manage though. I know from experience stomach wounds hurt like hell. You never realise just how much of your body movement relies on those muscles until you've injured them.
Daniel watches him in concern. "You going to be okay getting back to the gate Jack?"
"I'll be fine Daniel. Trust me I've managed in worse circumstances than this."
I don't miss the flicker of sympathy that crosses Sam's face as Jack catches her eye. Apparently she knows more about that little tale. Daniel takes over from her supporting Jack.
"So looks like another change of plan. You'll have to put up with my company on the way to the gate." Jack looks around at us enquiringly. "We good to go?"
Sam wipes her hands on her pants, "yes sir." Daniel sighs and I just nod. I'm saving my energy for what's to come.
We set off again, this time at a slower pace than before. Sam takes point and Daniel, Jack and myself lag behind at a slower pace.
I just hope that we don't find any more of our 'host's little surprises.
It was bad enough when I was the only one carrying injuries.