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The smell of fresh soil crossed her nose as her senses started waking up. "M'am…" She heard a voice with a thick southern accent speaking to her. "Captain are you alright?" The voice said again. She was reluctant to open her eyes. There was something soft under her head and all she wanted to do was go back to sleep. "M'am please wake up." The voice was reluctant to go away and kept pestering her. Finally she opened her eyes and saw a young blond man looking down at her. Now she knew where Sergeant Jameson was. "Are you alright Captain?"
She sat up despite the dizziness that followed. The soft thing under her head had been a pile of dirt. She also noticed she was in a hole about ten feet by ten feet, walls of earth and sod all around her. Major Lorne was still out cold and in his boxers, complete with red hearts. In fact so was Jameson, only his were a camouflage green color. Then she looked down and saw they had taken everything but the bare minimum to cover her. That included a white tank top and a pair of lavender underwear with "The End" written across the butt in bright blue. In any other situation she would have found this rather embarrassing and possibly even amusing, but right now she was trapped and without her weapon. She noticed the egg sized lump on Jameson's head and the fact he was covered in small cuts.
"I'm fine," she finally replied to the younger man. "My head is pounding and I'm in my underwear, yeah other than that I'm just ginger peachy." Her voice was dripping with sarcasm. Then she nodded to Jameson. "Did you try to climb out?" He nodded.
"Yes M'am I did try, but every time I stand up I'm overcome by dizziness. I got most of the way up but the vertigo made me fall back."
"Do you know if we're being guarded?"
"I don't think so, the only reason these people attacked us is because they are afraid. They don't really want to hurt us. Phelps tried to fight back and it was the ricochet of his own bullet that hit him. I tired to activate the radio in the jumper but some how I started the thing. I figured I may as well try to protect it, after they tired to disable jumper two, so I moved it due east exactly 50 yards away and cloaked it. Then I went back to check on Phelps, that's the last thing I remember before waking up here." She cocked her head to the side and studied the young man. He was scared. Like her, this was the first time he'd been seen any form of combat.
"Where are you from?" She asked him tried to ease some of his tension and keep him alert.
"Mississippi," he answered quietly. "I left about two years ago after my mother passed. Besides my sister, all I can think about is how much I miss sweet tea and fired catfish. Mama used to make the best fried catfish with a cornmeal breading. How about you Captain, where are you from?" She frowned inwardly.
"Well originally I'm from Illinois, but I've not been to my parent's house in nine years, since my sophomore year of college. Now my home is here I guess."
"Do you miss it?" She shook her head and laughed.
"I wish I could say I do, but no, I don't miss it. How are you doing, feeling alright?"
"When I'm sitting I feel alright. As soon as I try to stand up the world becomes bleary and disoriented."
"I'd offer you a Tylenol, but I seem to be fresh out and my ensemble doesn't have any pockets."
"Yeah they took all of my gear too. Its times like this I'm glad mymother always made me wear clean underwear." They laughed nervously as Jameson noticed Major Lorne had started stirring.
Wynnie went over to ease him up; a nasty bruise had spread from his temple turning his eye into a swollen mess. The Major struggled to open his eyes and once he did he looked her with apparent frustration.
"I thought I asked you not to wake me up early today. We're supposed to be relaxing on our vacation," he said slightly perturbed. She exchanged a worried look with Jameson who managed to make his way over.
"Major," she asked questioningly. "Where are we?" He looked her over as if she were the one who said something odd.
"Were camping in Wyoming," he said as if she should know. "You promised me you'd let me sleep in late today. It's not often I get leave, and I've missed you Bethany come back to bed. Five more minutes please baby," he said laying back down. Jameson was quick to get him sitting again.
"Sir, I'm sorry but I think you should stay awake." He said to the Major apologetically.
"Who are you Sir?" Wynnie asked him and he laughed as if she were playing a game with her.
"I'm Major Marcus Lorne of the United States Air force."
"Ok good, who am I?"
"You're being silly, you're Bethany Falcon." She hesitated for a moment and exchanged a half amused glance at Jameson.
"… Who's that," she asked pointing to Jameson. Lorne shrugged.
"Park Ranger? Why are we doing something wrong?" Wynnie shook her head.
"Sir, I'm Captain Wynnie Flynn, this is Sergeant Alexander Jameson we're on a planet called Saphus." He gave her a funny look then rolled over and proceeded to vomit and blacked out again. Wynnie turned to Jameson alarmed.
"He needs a doctor badly, he's been hit hard. I'm going to try to climb out and head back to the jumper, I can take it and get Sheppard and them back here then get you guys."
"I can go with you M'am, I'm feeling alright."
"I'm sure you'll be fine but I'm not sure about the Major. We can't just leave him."
"Well we can wake him up again and get him to walk as far as he can. At least we won't be in the hole anymore."
"Alright, but how are we going to get him out?"
"Good point M'am. Are you sure your goin' be alright, they could still be out there and your weapon's gone."
"I'll be fine, don't worry I'll be stealthy. Give me a boost up, I'm light." The young sergeant stood up held himself for a moment before he proceeded to lift her up as she pulled her self up the rest of the way. "Hey we're in luck. I can actually see the gate from here." She called back down.
"Do you hear any gun fire?" He called up to her. She looked around and kept her ears open.
"It's far off, but the sun's going down," she paused for a second realizing she'd been out for almost a day, "maybe they'll hold off for the night. I just hope Sheppard and the rest are alright."
"Are you sure you'll be alright. If you give me a hand, I can get up." She shook her head.
"Once I get back to the jumper I can get a weapon and hopefully some clothing so I come back for you. Stay here." He lowered his head submissively and nodded. Wynnie slid into the trees and crouched down low. In all her years in the Air Force she never really had to use much of her ground training. Now she was happy she had it, even if she had forgotten a good portion.
Wynnie made her way back to the jumper as the last sliver of light disappeared from the horizon. She crawled inside and managed to find a blanket and vest in the darkness. A gun cocked behind her as she pawed around for a weapon. "Oh God," she sighed turning around with her hands up. "We're not trying to hurt you." She called in to the night.
"Flynn?" A voice said. It took a moment before her eyes adjusted and she studied the two forms facing her.
"Colonel Sheppard. Oh thank goodness it's you."
"What the hell happened to you guys, we've been looking for you for the past twenty hours, but we finished the repairs on jumper two?"
"Well long story short we got knocked out and captured Sir. At least that's the part of the story I can remember, However Sergeant Jameson has been found and he told me where he put jumper two."
"Is everyone alright?" Teyla asked with concern.
"Jameson and I are reasonably unhurt. He's got a minor head injury, but seems alright. I think Major Lorne is going to need some medical attention. He was hit on the head a little too hard." Wynnie said quietly as the team made their way east of the gate. She groped the air until her hands landed on something hard. She nodded to Sheppard and Teyla. They knew right away what happened and walked in to the jumper to turn off the clocking device.
"How bad is he?"
"Well he called me Bethany and told me to come back to bed. I would say he was more then a little out of it." Sheppard stared hard at her as he started the jumper. Her head was feeling fuzzy now. "How are you and Ronon?" She asked putting her hand on her head and breathing deep. Teyla gave her a worried look.
"I'm fine, Ronon is hanging in there. I'm thinking now lets just get the hell home. I've got jumper two under control; I'm going to go get Ronon and McKay. You and Teyla can take jumper one to get Major Lorne and Sergeant Jameson. I'll meet you guys back in Atlantis."
A voice made it's way in to Wynnie's unconscious mind. She woke up and found herself in a warm hospital bed in clean red scrubs. After a pondering for a moment she realized couldn't quite remember how she got there but the dull throbbing could probably help explain some of it. Major Lorne was a couple beds away still unconscious, and Sergeant Jameson was across the row reading a book with a bandage across his head. He looked up and nodded at her. She returned it with a smile.
"How are you feeling cap'n?" He asked her.
"Actually… I feel much better," she replied self assessing her condition, "how about you?"
"Itching to get out of here." He replied stretching his legs. "Dr. Beckett says I've got a minor concussion but I'll be alright. He's keeping me here for the night under observation."
"How long was I out?"
"About three hours. It was from dehydration and exhaustion. We had just returned back when Dr. Beckett made you lay down on a stretcher. You passed out cold."
"No concussion?"
"Nope, not like the Major over there. He could be out for a while. Anyway Captain I know I'll get a verbal lashing from our good doctor if I keep you from sleeping and… I'm at a good part in my book." She laughed slightly as she closed her eyes and relaxed into the soft bed. A voice that unmistakably belonged to Dr. Beckett was heard talking to someone in the hallway. It took Wynnie a moment to figure out it was Madeline. She was complaining to the fatigued doctor about not being able to see her friend. But Wynnie had already given in to deep sleep.
The next morning she woke up feeling surprisingly good. Other than some sore, aching muscles and a parched throat she was ready to get back to work. Sergent Jameson's bed was empty. He had probably been released earlier that morning. She then glanced over at the still unconscious major and gave a worried sigh. She didn't know him well, but from the little time she had spent with him she had come to respect him. He was a good man, and it sounded to her like he had a good girl waiting for him back on Earth. She knew he would be alright, but looking at him was still unnerving.
After pondering on what kind of woman would wait for her man like that, she started counting on the dots on the ceiling. It was nine hundred and forty two when she heard the door open and Dr. Beckett walked in. "How are you feeling dear?" He asked.
"I'm actually feeling pretty good, bored, but good." She replied with a sigh while turning over on her side to look at Carson. "How are the Colonel and Ronon?"
"The Colonel is alright; I put 13 stitches in his arm and lost the battle to keep him here overnight. Ronon is well. He'll be off his feet, as much as I can hope, for a couple weeks but his leg should heal nicely." He took her blood pressure and checked her vitals as he told her. "You're looking good. I'll let you go after you're finished with the bag of fluids. I thought I told you to keep yourself hydrated" He smiled at her and she looked away coyly.
"How long will that be?"
"Not to long. Don't worry my dear you'll be out soon enough. If your feeling better you're welcome to come eat some lunch with me."
"I don't know." Her reply was slow, and then she looked down and sighed. "Maybe some other time, I know Madeline must be worried about me. She feels the need to constantly be concerned about me. I fear for the children she'll have someday."
"Yes she was in here last night. She was doing all she could to try and see you but I'm afraid I couldn't let her. You all needed your rest." He glanced up at the Major and moved to him to look at his charts. "She sounds like a good friend."
"She is… she's my best friend. Actually…" she added with a frown, "she's my only friend."
"Well that I cannot believe, you're a lovely girl."
"She was my only friend in College. I was pretty reclusive, especially after my sophomore year." She stopped and hesitated for a moment as pink crept into her cheeks. She had said more than she wanted to, but Beckett looked at her to continue almost in a concerned way. "After that I never really had time to get close to people. Sure I made a few friends in training, but they all got sent to different places. Somehow, the only miracle I've ever had, Maddy and I stayed together. She's the only person I can trust. The one I can rely on whenever I need help and trust me bad luck ALWAYS seems to find me. So when need someone to bale me out, most of the time it ends up being Maddy."
"Well I've always believed that one good friend is better than a dozen mediocre ones. She did bring you this." He held up her Ipod which Wynnie grabbed for greedily.
"Oh she knows me too well. I can't live without this thing."
"I guess it's obvious you like music."
"Music is my one of my few condolences. It goes without saying I'd be lost without it. Sometimes songs can speak more than words. No matter what mood I'm in music always evens me out. It instilled intense emotions and after it passes I feel really good. You know like that. Now if you'll excuse me I fell a good dose of System of a Down is in order." She put her head phones on and turned her music up so loud Beckett could hear almost all of the words clearly. As he walked off he mumbled to himself something about going deaf by thirty five.
He knew deep down that while he was quite fond of her, Wynnie did not return his feelings. She had tip toed around every date invitation he offered. She was rather shy and unsure of herself when it came to human interaction, but he found that almost endearing.
After turning her Ipod from hard rock to the light sounds of Norah Jones she started thinking about Dr. Beckett. She could tell that he like her. But somehow whenever he asked her out she couldn't say yes. It was true that most girls would jump at the chance to date him; he was incredibly smart, charming, and cute as could be with an absolutely adorable accent. Still, she could not bring he self to care for him as anything more than a friend. Even caring for him as a friend was a big step for her. It was not often she could let a man get anything closer than an acquaintance, someone she was nice to and got along with, but nothing more. While she was always friendly to men, even if she was rather sarcastic, she was afraid of being hurt. Wynnie always felt unsure of herself around them.
Beckett let her out before noon and Wynnie ran right to the shower. She was barely out before a knock was heard at her door. "It's open," she called out while wrapping a towel around her self. The door opened and McKay walked in. She turned around and screamed. "Holy crap! Dr. McKay… I thought you were Madeline. She was the only one who knew I was out." He turned beet red and turned around embarrassed.
"Damn it… Flynn… I'll come back later…" He stuttered taking a quick peak at her body.
"It's alright hold on. Oh for God's sake McKay turn around," She ran into her bathroom and threw on a tee shirt and a pair of sweatpants. "Okay, what's up?" He turned around and looked up cautiously. After a sigh of relief, his face turned back to its normal shade.
"I… I just wanted to see how you were doing. But now that I know you're okay, I'm just going to go." He said quickly then hesitated while standing there for a second waiting for Wynnie to ask him to stay a little longer. "Well I guess I'm going now."
"Thanks for checking up on me." A timid smile made its way across her face and her cheeks blushed slightly.
"I was going to help Sheppard search for you, but he thought I would be better helping Ronon."
"He was hurt pretty bad and needed you more than I did."
"You saved my life back there, the least I could have done was to help rescues you."
"Rescue me… I'm about as far from a damsel in distress as you are from prince charming." He turned red again.
"No that's not what I meant… hey wait a minute; I can be charming if I want to be."
"Right and crocodile can be cuddly. Don't worry no one's perfect. I like you not because you're charming but because you're honest, and I don't know maybe there is a little boyish charm there. But maybe that's just the awkwardness." Wynnie was now the one turning bright red. "You know what Maddy's probably waiting for me, I should get going. But thank you for checking up in me." She rushed out quickly leaving McKay standing in her room stunned and completely unsure of what had just happened.