Fargo and teleportation? What could go wrong.
Rated k. Family and friends. Hurt/Comfort. Fargo whump (no surprise).
I do not own Eureka or any of its characters unfortunately. Enjoy!
Fargos curiosity had gotten the best of him. Dr. Stevenson was testing illegal teleportation, and after finding out by staying at work late one night, Fargo thought he should tell someone. So, he called everyone down there to confront Dr. Stevenson, not expecting the doctor to have come prepared. Fargo went in first alone to confront the doctor. The man was livid and frantic. "What ive discovered will revolutionize travel. And your going to get me arrested? I dont think so." Everything seemed to move in slow motion as a shot rang through the air. Fargo felt the bullet puncture his mid-torso. Just as Carter and the rest got to the lab, Fargo looked at them with a look of shock and pain. They then saw the blood forming on his shirt and the shaking gun in the doctors hands. Before Carter could reach the man, the doctor shot Fargo with his teleportation device sending him to goodness knows where. After Carter tackled the man and arrested him, the team worked tirelessly to locate their friend. Fargo started to fight back to conciousness. Why was his bedroom so hot? And why did his stomach feel like he got shot point blank? Oh right, because it had. His mind began to remember as he opened his eyes. While trying to sit up a blinding pain shot through his torso. Looking around he realized he was in the desert. Of which desert he wasnt quite sure. But he knew if he wanted a chance at survival, he had to get up and start moving. He figured his friends would track down his location and that he just had to stay alive until then. But who knew how long that would take. After thinking of all this, Fargo put one hand on a nicely placed boulder, and the other on his stomach as he forced his body up. Every step was agony, and he could feel the heat penetrating his every molecule. He wanted to give up so bad. After a while his whole body felt numb. He didn't know how, but his body somehow kept putting one foot in front of the other. He didnt know where he was going. There was no shelter in sight. Back at G.D they had gotten Fargos location figured out. "We will take 2 choppers, hes about a thousand miles south in the desert.", said a very worried Henry. He knew there was little chance Fargo was still alive. And the rest of them knew it to. Fargo trudged on, his brain felt like it was on fire and he thought he couldn't have anymore blood left to bleed. His vision was blurry and his mind was foggy. A rock caused him to trip and fall forward. He stayed laying face down on the hot earth below him, lacking the strength to go on. He fought to stay awake for as long as he could. As his vision started to fade to blackness, he saw 4 pairs of feet running towards him. He knew he was halucinating but he didn't care. At least he got to see a little of his friends one last time. "This is where his location coordinates were. He mustve walked a ways somehow.", Nathan commented worry growing. "There! I see him, set down right here!", Carter yelled to the helicopter pilot. The medical chopper followed in suite. Stark, Allison, Henry, and Carter ran to an unconcious Fargo. "His pulse is weak but its there and his breathing is thready, lets get him on the chopper.", said one of the medics. The four followed and got in the copter with Fargo. They simultaneously thought how miserable and lifeless Fargo looked. His shirt was gone as well as his glasses. Tubes up his nose and an oxygen mask over his mouth. He had lost a lot of blood and looked white as a sheet. They were pretty amazed on how he held on so long. Hours passed after they got to G.D. where surgery was done as well as blood transfusions and antibiotics for the growing infection in the bullet hole. Doctors surrounded him, bussling in and out throughout the night. His friends had fallen asleep in the chairs near his bed. Around 4 am, Fargo woke up. Looking around he saw his friends sitting near his bed, which he could only assume was because he had to be dying if not because of the way he felt. He then looked at himself. His exposed chest had bandages around the torso, and he noticed there were tubes in his nose helping him breathe, and several things hooked up to him giving him blood and painkillers. He must have looked scary. He could only imagine what he looked like to someone else. Although he was exhausted and was in some pain, Fargo felt strangely calm. Seeing his friends sleeping peacefully. He stayed up till morning with his head laid softly on his pillow, he watched his friends sleep. When they woke they were surprised to see him looking at them with a soft grin and tired eyes. "Fargo?, What are you doing?", Nathan asked. "Just watchin I guess.", his voice was quiet and rough. The four looked each other, then back at Fargo smiling. "Were glad youre ok Fargo. How are you feeling?", asked Allison. "Uh well ive felt better.", he said with a grin. They laughed at that. "Well thats understandable, youve been through a lot.", Henry said sympathetically. "Yea, what do you remember?", asked Carter. Fargo rubbed his torso with a focused looking face as if he was struggling to remember. Allison decided to help him out. "Fargo remember Dr. Stevenson? He was working on an illegal teleportation device. You went to confront him and he shot you point blank. Then he shot you into the desert with the technology he had built. We found you later barely alive. You were losing to much blood you almost didnt make it. The bullet stopped, hitting your large intestine, and breaking 3 of your ribs. When we found you, you were totally dehydrated and the heat had really beat down on you. Most people would have died right away Fargo. Youre very strong. Im proud of you.". His mind had cleared and Fargo started to remember. He let his head fall to his pillow. He couldnt believe that had really happened. But he was glad that it was all over. The others just looked at Fargo trying to find his sweet humerous self under the tubes, wires and bandages. He didnt look like Fargo until he had smiled. Thats when they knew he would be alright. Over the next few weeks, Fargos healing process was slow and quiet. He wanted to go home the first week, but he lacked the strength. By the second week he was happy to hear he was allowed to finish healing at home. He didnt like the idea of using a walker, even if it was hightech it made him look old or something he thought. Allison helped Fargo to slowly get to the front of G.D. He was happy she was the one to help him because of her kind touch and warm smile. She and Carter helped him get in Carters jeep. Carter took him home and helped him into the house. Vincent and Jo took turns taking Fargo meals to eat since he was pretty helpless. He could walk short distances but he was constantly weak and his torso was going to be painful for a while. He was bored at home all alone. He got visitors occasionally but everyone did have jobs. Henry came over twice a week to play chess and Carter came by every night he could get away for a movie or 2. He was greatful for his friends, but he couldnt help but feel like a burden on them. He decided he would try and head back to work soon. The morning of his first day back he was nervous. He didnt want to be treated differently or be given to much sympathy. He kind of just wanted to get back to normal, how things normally were. He knew that would not happen for a while since he now walked with a crutch that attached to his forearem. Otherwise he looked pretty normal. His face looked kind of pale and droopy though. Probably just because of what hed been through and his weakened state. That also affected his social tendencies. He was usually pretty cheerful and was always making funny sarcastic comments. Now though he was always just to tired to try. Today though he decided he would do his best to act like his normal self. When he got there he chose ignore the looks and went straight to Dr. Starks office as quick as his body and helpful crutch would allow. "Fargo, back already? Its good to see your doing better." Nathan said with a smile. He was secretly worried though. He was skeptical that Fargo was strong enough to be up and about let alone working. "Thanks yea..im doin ok I guess. Could you fill me in a little on what ive missed?". Stark went one for a few minutes telling Fargo about certain projects and presentations. As Nathan spoke he looked into Fargos eyes. They were weary. When he really looked at Fargo he realized how weak he looked. Nathan paused mid sentence. "Fargo are you sure you should be back at work already? Youve been through a lot and no offense but you look exhausted.". Fargo took a minute to respond which was unlike him. "Mr. Stark, to be honest I feel exhausted. But im going crazy at home and im tired...im tired of being a burden.". Nathan just blinked for a moment. "Fargo you could never be a burden. Your friends care about you and they really do want to help. So let them. And maybe I could give you something to work on at home to keep you busy, or let you use my office or even an empty lab if you want so your not having to move around so much and you could go at your own pace.". Fargo showed a small grin. "That would be nice, thank you Mr. Stark. I guess I should take the help when I need it.". Stark smiled. He hated the idea of Fargo feeling like a burden. Especially after all hes been through, he knew everyone including him wanted to do whatever they could to help him heal. Soon enough Fargo was well on his way to working like normal, and his friends were happy to help him get there. He used the crutch for a month or so before attempting to fully walk on his own without support. He walked a little bent over now and always looked for support where he could lean. That to would fade with time. But for now, Fargo would have his friends to support him until he could support himself.