metube: Sure, totally stupid but well- hehe, yeah, true, everybody always comes back in SyFy, at least in some form or other ;) Anyway, here´s the next part, Wash doesn´t die of course, just kills a bunch of people, some of them personally ;)

Guest: Thank you very much :D

Here´s the next part, it´ll contain spoilers for the season finale, though most of it is set after the timeline of season one when Taylor is already back at Terra Nova and Wash, unfortunately, is not.

I don´t own anything etc., etc. …

No matter how many times she had been confronted with death in her career, had come close to it herself, Alica Washington didn´t want to die, she had still so much to live for, she had waited so long, fought so hard to finally be happy, how could it all be over before it had really started?

Those thoughts running through her head were responsible for the tears dwelling in her eyes when she was pushed down to the ground in front of Lucas Taylor.

Her CO´s son was looking down at her with barely controlled fury, his voice cold, menacing.

"You helped the Shannon´s escape- tell me which way they went and I might let you live."

Fighting the urge to laugh at his empty words Wash struggled to her feet, if she had to die, she would die like the soldier she had been, with her head held high, facing the enemy.

She remained silent and watched as Lucas´s patience ran out, having known him since he´d been a child she was aware of all the tell tale signs in his expression and body language.

He turned around and exchanged a glance with Weaver who was looking on with an uneasy expression, Wash knew what it was about, throwing grenades was one thing, looking someone in the eye who was about to be executed quite another.

She wasn´t surprised when Lucas turned around again, drawing his pistol and telling her that she had three seconds before he´d shoot, she had no dissolutions about the truth behind his announcement and all she wished for now was that Nathaniel had left straight away and wasn´t forced to watch his son killing her but then of course she knew him better than that.

She thought of the promise she had forced out of Shannon and prayed that he would manage to keep Taylor from doing something stupid like rushing in and trying to rescue her, she was surrounded by heavily armed soldiers and they would both die as a result.

Lucas was counting down and Wash couldn't stand the tension anymore, she needed this to be over with and her last thought was how strangely broken her voice sounded as she told Lucas that he had his father´s eyes and watched his finger pull the trigger.

The first thing she became aware of when she came back to consciousness was someone´s presence right next to her, a hand on her arm, shaking her and she forced her eyes open as the memories came rushing back, yeas of training kicking in and overruling her confusion at being alive at all.

"Welcome back, Lieutenant."

She blinked up at the man next to her while trying to comprehend why she wasn´t dead, the face was well familiar, Hooper, in charge of the Phoenix soldier´s military units.

"Blanks?"

She whispered, lifting her hand to her head and carefully examined her forehead.

Hooper nodded.

"You don´t think we´d give a maniac like Lucas Taylor a loaded gun? You got lucky, though, dangerous distance even for a blank."

"Lucky? I doubt that."

Wash winced as she struggled to sit up, then heavily leaned against the wall, realizing at the same point that she was in the brig.

"Where is Lucas?"

"Dead" Hooper informed her, reaching for the water jug and handing it to her.

Wash almost dropped the jug as she stared at him.

"What?"

Hooper shrugged.

"From what I heard he got into a struggle with his father, got shot by that girl Lucas was hanging around, Skye, he got away but ran into Mira, wasn´t lucky that time around."

Wash drank some water, then put the jug down onto the floor as she realized that that was what Taylor had asked Mira to do for him, he had already been aware that his son would never willingly give up on his revenge and that the only way would be killing Lucas in the end and he had made sure to employ someone to do it for him.

"Are you sure he´s dead?"

"Got the body in the infirmary."

Trying not to think about the state Taylor was most likely in right now, believing both his son and herself to be dead, Wash focussed on Hooper again.

"Fine, so what do you want with me now?"

She wasn´t fool enough to think that they might just let her live after she had gotten so many of their soldiers killed.

"I´m here to offer you a deal- Taylor and his men blew the portal, which means we´re stuck here in this dinosaur infested nightmare."

Wash waited for him to continued, trying not to let her satisfaction show, Taylor had not only heeded her advice, he´d also managed to get through with cutting them off.

Hooper waited for her to react and when she didn´t, began talking again.

"We have reason to believe that the portal you used to get here wasn't the first ever used by mankind, there are artifacts in the Badlands that prove there must have been other´s."

"You being serious?"

Wash couldn´t help but question him, despite herself, the information was too fantastic to not show any interest in it.

"Dead serious, Lieutenant- thing is, with Lucas dead and the Sixers gone, we don't have anyone go guide us, especially since your CO killed all our scouts who´ve been out there."

"And what makes you think I would help you?"

Hooper smiled and Wash had to suppress a shudder.

"If you refuse I give you to my men, after they are through with you, I´ll leave what´s left of your body for Taylor to find."

"Creative" Wash replied, unable to keep the sarcasm out of her voice.

"I´m not aiming on being creative, just effective, I want to get out of here and you´re going to help me, I´ll guarantee you a quick and painless death once we´ve reached out destination."

"You expect me to believe that?"

"You don't have much of a choice, do you- there´s a change of clothes in the bathroom, make it quick, we´re leaving in an hour."

"I suppose no one knows I`m alive?"

Hooper shook his head while pulling Wash to her feet and pushing her in direction of the tiny bathroom.

"Not bloody likely, I can do without having Taylor on my trail."

Wash felt better after her shower and with clean clothes, she wasn´t too worried about the Phoenix Group right now, they needed her and the journey to the Badlands would take days in which she might get a chance to escape.

Hooper came back with two of his soldiers and marched her out of the backdoor where a Rhino was already waiting, they pushed her into the backseat, Hopper getting in next to her.

"Just realized there´s something else you can do for me, I have six heavily wounded and you used to be Taylor´s field medic, right?"

Wash leaned back into the seat as the Rhino began to roll.

"Touchy, didn´t think you´d have any kind of morals."

"They are my men, Lieutenant, I won´t leave them behind and unfortunately the medics I brought turned out to be butchers rather than healers."

There wasn´t anything else said between them as the convoy made their way into the jungle and turned north east.

They didn´t stop until the early morning hours and Hooper told Wash to tend to the wounded soldiers while the Phoenix Group began to erect some tents in a small clearing.

Wash found a small array of medical equipment, clearly taken from the infirmary, waiting for her, bandages and two scalpels and for a moment she felt tempted to pocket one and kill Hooper once she got back outside but she restrained herself, she had to try and get rid of as many members of the Phoenix Group as possible, not just their leader.

The six men turned out to be the only survivors of the convoys Taylor had taken out earlier that week and Wash had was glad they all were still unconscious while she worked but at the same time a plan was beginning to form in her head, a plan that was a little too fantastic for her own liking but she was getting desperate.

"You didn´t exactly need directions so far" she told Hopper as she stepped out of the tent and was escorted to her own.

"I will need them now, this is how far any of us has gotten, so you can start thinking about a campsite for tomorrow."

"Aren´t you worried I´ll lead you into a trap?"

Wash asked, relieved when Hooper laughed, clearly still not taking her seriously enough.

"I´d like to see you manage, you´re just one woman, Lieutenant and no matter how brilliant you might or might not be, we´re a large group of well trained men who are able to defend themselves against anything or anyone that might come at us."

He pushed her into the tent and closed the flap, leaving Wash alone in the dark with a tiny spark of hope glimmering inside of her.

So he wasn´t worried about her turning on them, was he, she´d make him think of that again.

Wash took her time to change bandages the next morning, not bothering to extend more care than was strictly necessary on the wounded soldiers.

If her plan worked the men would probably be dead before the day was over, anyway.

Hooper really didn't seem to have an idea where they were going and Wash led the convoy on a lengthy detour, timing was essential for her plan to work and she needed them to arrive at their destined campsite just after nightfall.

They finally came to a halt on a clearing and got out close to a steep cliff, the river could be heard clearly, flowing almost 600 feet below them.

"Is there any water near by?"

Hooper asked, "or is there a way down?"

Wash shook her head.

"The cliffs are too steep to get down but there´s a stream in the jungle, about three hundred yards south, I could-"

"Forget it, I´m not that stupid, you´re not going anywhere, except for the medical tent."

Wash did her best to look disappointed and walked off towards the newly erected medical, slipping inside and quickly glanced around.

One of the soldiers had regained consciousness and was looking at her, his expression a mixture of hostility and triumph at seeing her in his own people´s power after she had tricked him at Boylan´s and put a tracker on him.

He opened his mouth to say something but at that moment screams were heard from outside, then gunfire and screeching and the soldier´s eyes widened in fear.

"What the hell-"

He fell silent when he felt a scalpel blade press against his neck.

"Slashers" Wash told him conversationally, "they don't appreciate humans invading their territory, we lost twelve men in this clearing when we were out here the first time, just after we´d gotten through the portal, usually they hunt in small groups but we encountered almost two dozens here, only Taylor and I managed to get out, had to climb down 600 feet to the river in the dark."

The soldier gulped as the blade pressed harder, drawing blood.

"Why are you telling me this?"

Wash shrugged.

"No reason, just feeling talkative tonight."

With that she slid his throat, then continued on to the other´s, listening intently to the battle raging outside, other than the Phoenix soldiers she was aware how hard it was to get rid of the predators and by the sound of it, Hooper already had sent men off to get water just like Wash had hoped, dividing the group into two parts even easier to kill.

Wash slid the back of the tent open with the scalpel and slid outside, hastily crossing the distance to the cliffs and crawling over the ridge, the gunfire had lessened already, apparently the Phoenix Group had been no match for a large group of Slashers and by now the animals had started to attack the vehicles.

Alicia had half hoped that she might find a functional Rhino to get back to the colony but from what she could make out while carefully picking her way down the cliff wall in the darkness, the Slashers were all but shredding the vehicles to pieces.

Wash lost track of time as she struggled down the rocky surface, it was easier than it had been at her first attempt, back then she had been desperate, having just lost a dozen soldiers and in doubt if the cliffs were manageable at all, this time she was flooded with both adrenalin and a grim satisfaction.

After a while the screams ceased completely, being replaced with animals feeding, screeching as they fought for the best parts and Wash had to pause for a moment, nausea threatening to overwhelm her but she forced it down resolutely and began climbing again.

Eventually she reached the bottom and looked up, taking in the star constellations above her to determine what time it was and found that it had taken her the better part of two hours to get down to the river.

With the rhinos gone she needed another plan to get somewhere safe and she quickly decided that the safest choice would be to travel on the river and for that she´d have to find a large enough piece of driftwood to support her weight.

It took Wash almost an hour to find the perfect piece of wood and by then her nerves were severely shaken, animals were screeching all around in the jungle and she couldn´t be absolutely certain that all her enemies had been killed in the Slasher attack, some might have survived and be looking for her right now.

Swimming out to the middle of the river, Wash held onto the driftwood and pulled herself up and onto it, trying to judge the distance to the sea and how long it would take for her to get there, Outpost Six was only a few clicks from were the river joined the sea, close to Taylor´s favorite spot for fishing.

Thinking of Nathaniel made Wash feel helpless again, she wanted to see him, tell him that she was all right, comfort him but there was no way she had any chance of survival if she tried to get back to the colony on foot, armed with nothing but a scalpel.

Her best hope was that some means of transportation were still stored at the outpost or that the communication system might be working.