a/n sorry, I was in the mood for an almost anst thing. so, here it is.

John stared into the near pure abyss that surrounded him. The darkness seemed to almost stare back. They left him. He couldn't feel their presence. His team, his family, left. A million thoughts ran through his mind.

'Maybe they were taken against their will? Yeah, that had to be it.' he called their names out in desperation. he heard nothing but kept calling. He looked up, but could only see a dim light that he assumed was the moon. His calls turned to pleas, which in turn tuned to silent sobs of sorrow. He limped lamely, trying to feel his way around. The sharp pains that flew up his legs reminded him of his fall. he put his good arm down and was not surprised to feel the warm thick liquid drenching his legs.

'how could they just leave me here? Maybe, maybe they're getting reinforcements. Or, maybe they think I'm dead. That would explain why I've been down here so long. Or maybe it's only been a few minutes, but it seems like hours going on days.'

He felt more tears threatening to fall. he called his teammates names again, but with the same result. He sat down and let the tears fall. he wasn't sure how long he'd been like that, only that he must have fallen asleep, because he awoke to a noise.

'a jumper? Maybe.' but his voice couldn't call out any more.

John was sure of it now, that was definitely a jumper. His mouth was dry as the blood flooded down his fore head onto his lips.

"McKay, Tayla" He couldn't finish saying Ronan's name, but he heard something from above.

"I think I see him, but he doesn't look good." Major Loran called up to someone unknown by John.

"Colonel! That you?" Some one that could only be Rodney yelled down to him. John couldn't say much but he tried to raise his hand.

"It's ok! We're com'n!" the next thing he was aware of was that he was laying in the back of a puddle jumper and that Rodney, instead of his normal post at the secondary control panel, was sitting with him trying to give him some water.

"hey," John said weakly after Rodney lowered the water bottle.

"Hey, you're awake! Quite a tumble you had their, eh?" Rodney said to his best friend.

"Yeah, who puts a hole in the middle of a pasture?" John asked coughing fiercely when he started to laugh.

"Hey, you need to shut up and drink some water." Rodney said still not thinking John to be strong enough to hold the water bottle on his own.

"ok." John said resting his head back slightly.
"God knows what kind of crap you've been through." Rodney rested his head in his hands and was now shaking his head in disapproval.

"like falling down a pit?" John remarked smiling

"Yeah, that."

a/n a bit confusing. A bit of whumping. A bit of mc/shep friendishness!