Stargate Atlantis
Flood Waters
Squibbler
Chapter 1
Rodney gritted his teeth against the cold water that was a little past his knees. Somehow, he'd become trapped in a part of Atlantis where the water was rising rapidly. He had checked out the entire section already. None of the doors would open, and he had none of his tools with him at all to help. And there was no transporter to take him to safety. And he had no radio, either.
Cursing under his breath, he decided to head to the dryest-though still rather wet-part of the section of Atlantis. He had no idea where exactly he was at. As he walked, he thought on who would put him here and why. The last thing he remembered before being in the hallway was talking to Sheppard on the radio, and coming to his lab to find it a mess. He had shouted at Sheppard for help, and then everything had gone dark. He assumed that someone must've knocked him out, and placed his hand to the back of where his head was throbbing the most. He winced as a fresh wave of pain came, and he drew his hand back. His fingers were stained with dark blood. He shivered, and not entirely from the cold. He could see his breath in teh air. He forced himself to continue walking, in order not to pass out.
Th water was making him shiver violently. If Sheppard and the others didn't find him soon-he'd be a dead man. He scowled at the door he was slowly coming up to, that was at the end of the hallway. It was as he had left it earlier. Still shut. Still locked. He tried to think of a way for Sheppard to know where he was-some signal or something-but kept coming up blank. He couldn't think and the water was to cold. And anyway, he was really tired. No! He couldn't fall asleep. Then, he'd never get out. Though he hated doing so, he leaned against the wall. At least it was dry-even if it was cold. He crossed his arms over his chest, hoping against hope that it would help get him warm. It helped a little bit, but not very much. At least his shivering had died down some.
He blinked, staring around. The water was staying where it was-it didn't seem to be rising like it had earlier. Maybe his attacker had decided to show some mercy after all. Or maybe his attacker had decided that he would simply die of the cold. He yawned. No! He couldn't fall asleep! HE would die, and he wasn't ready to die! But even as he thought this, he yawned again and his eyes slowly closed. And he fell into an uneasy sleep.
End Chapter 1