Thank you for the reviews. I'm only updating so promptly because the shipper in my mind wants to write some ShWeir fiction, but I want to finish this first. Therefore, i think this chapter really isn't very good. Hopefully, you'll get the picture.
Chapter 9:Dreaming off-world
It's that strange fuzzy cloud again. Crap. I'm having another dream. Please don't let anyone get hurt again! The cloud's fading. We're not in Atlantis anymore. There's trees. And a lake, with a jetty. Looks like a nice place for a picnic. There's other people with me. Well, I'm not gonna be off-world on my own now, am I? There's Teyla on my left and Rodney on my right.
That's two. I'm missing one. Ford. He is…he is...I have no idea where he is. I want to look around. To see if I can find him. But I'm only looking out of my eyes. I have no control.
"Ford. Get back here!" That is still too weird. But, I've found Ford. He's walking towards the lake.
"Look, there's no one around."
"That's not what the life signs detector says." Whaddya know, I'm being cautious. I never do that. That's why we all normally come back injured.
He's walking, no, strutting along the jetty. Maybe nothing's going to happen.
I shouldn't have said that.
He's been hit. He's been hit in the shoulder by what looks like an arrow. Ford's looking a little shocked. I think I would be if I had an arrow sticking out of my shoulder. Ford's falling backwards, towards the lake. I'm pulling off weapons and handing them to McKay or Teyla.
"Major Sheppard, you will be hit if you go out there." Teyla, the voice of reason, which I am ignoring.
"I don't care. We don't leave people to die. Just aim and shoot in the direction they're firing if you have to." Sound advice. Though I should probably be listening to Teyla's.
"Good luck Major." I am dreaming, even Rodney seems concerned. No time for that though.
I'm running headlong towards the lake with arrows flying around me. The locals don't sound happy that they keep missing. A more familiar sound reassures me. The steady burst of gunfire. Always good to hear. As long as it's not aimed at you.
The water's cold. It pushes the air out of my lungs for a moment. Although, they're not really my lungs. I have to not do that. Ford's trying to swim to the surface, but there's blood pouring from his shoulder. The water around him is slowly turning red. Not nice. I grab him round the waist and push upwards. It's harder swimming to the surface with your 2IC slipping in and out of consciousness. But we get there.
I drag him onto shore and start yelling.
"Teyla! Rodney! One of you help me!"
There's only silence. That can't be good. Unless…
Wake up! Wake up John!