50 Ways to Leave, Eleven

[brainofck]

By way of explanation

Eleven

It was bad. It was really, really bad.

Daniel was hyperventilating from pain. He could see bone. There were sharpened stakes set in the ground. That would be the cause of the searing, ripping, mind-bending pain in his back. Beyond the edge of the pit, Jack was cursing. A rope snaked down, then Jack was beside him, tight-lipped.

Fifteen minutes of triage and a shot of morphine later, Jack said, "Don't you die while I'm gone, Daniel."

A kiss to the corner of Daniel's panting mouth. A gun laid in his palm. Jack headed for the Gate at a sprint.

Comments

[angiepen.livejournal.com]

Still enjoying this series and all but... is it weird that I had a Hidalgo flashback at this one? [bemused smile] Couldn't help it, it just popped into my head. :D

Angie, ducking

[brainofck.livejournal.com]

Hmmmmm. *eyes you*

Well, we can't help the things that pop into our heads. :)

[whisper99.livejournal.com]

Is it wrong of me to want to see more of this particular bit? The h/c whore in me wants more. *sigh*

[brainofck.livejournal.com]

Ah, but that's what fantasy is all about, isn't it? :)

I'm sticking by my plan to do these as drabbles first, but then I put them together, I might flesh this out more, so that each one uses it's natural amount of space, rather than shoving it into 100 words. We'll see what happens then.

[green-grrl.livejournal.com]

Eeeeee! Ouch! At least all of these aren't goodbye goodbyes anymore.