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30 DAYS OF SHEP WHUMP DAY 15 - STORM
Yay! Halfway through!!! I made two, because I was unhappy with the first. Now I'm unhappy with the first and second...
Prompt #15: Storm
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Word Count: 287 each. ^_^
Out in the Storm
By ErikaHK
Lightning illuminated the night sky. The black water turned silver for a moment before all dived back to darkness. A small stream carried leaves, stopping when they met his body.
John looked up and blinked dizzily. There were no stars. The few far away tree tops were blown apart by fierce wind. They looked like the scary shadows that haunted his bedroom window when John was just a boy. He remembered telling himself to be brave and stay in his own bed every time the strong storms woke him up with a sudden thunder. He didn't cry. He turned to the other side and continued to sleep.
This time, he couldn't turn to the other side and the rain drops looked like tears on his face.
John shuddered. He was cold.
Another slow blink.
He took a deep breath to see if it would take the lightheadedness away. It only made him cough. Warm liquid splashed from his mouth. It ran down his cheek, all the way to the ground. Then it mixed with the water in a whirlwind and continued downstream.
His eyelids grew heavy. They drooped, but remained a slit open. He opened them another milimeter apart before they fell closed.
No amount of resisting kept the darkness away.
-------
It didn't stay long.
Hot pain brought him back.
He almost cried out, but choked instead. More blood spat from his mouth.
He opened his eyes. Slowly, they focused on a shadow in front of him. An aura of silver rain rounded a long red hair.
"John, we brought a jumper. We will take you to Atlantis."
John let his eyelids droop closed one more time, knowing they would open again in the comforts of home.
The End
Not Alone in the Storm
By ErikaHK
Ronon turned his face when the wind got too strong. Rough sand scratched his skin while he tried to walk in a straight line. The black shadow that was Sheppard soon disappeared from sight. Ronon had to force his eyes to stay a slit open in between the fingers in front of his face in order to find his team leader again. He gave two steps forward before he tripped and nearly fell.
Looking down, he identified the dark uniform and knelt by the slump quickly being covered by red sand.
"Sheppard!" he yelled above the fierce storm, but even his grave voice wasn't loud enough.
Ronon shook Sheppard's body, but got no reaction. They had been walking in that sandstorm for over thirty minutes trying to find the shelter on the cliffs limiting the east end of the valley, but got turned around on the way. Ronon knew they were close to the cave. Staying in the open was too dangerouns, so he picked Sheppard up around his shoulder and stood.
His knees weakened when he got up, but he remained upright. Ronon lowered his head and bent his body forward as he gave the first step against the wind.
Ronon had never walked so slowly.
He also had never stayed out in a sandstorm for so long.
Being a runner, he had encountered all kinds of weather changes in between one world and the next, so he had always remained near the Ring of Ancestors. Being stuck in a storm could mean the culling of a world.
Sheppard was the man that changed that.
Now, being stuck in a planet only meant several hours of wait until a rescue team came.
And they always did.
The End
Prompt #15: Storm
Author:
x_erikah_x Word Count: 287 each. ^_^
By ErikaHK
Lightning illuminated the night sky. The black water turned silver for a moment before all dived back to darkness. A small stream carried leaves, stopping when they met his body.
John looked up and blinked dizzily. There were no stars. The few far away tree tops were blown apart by fierce wind. They looked like the scary shadows that haunted his bedroom window when John was just a boy. He remembered telling himself to be brave and stay in his own bed every time the strong storms woke him up with a sudden thunder. He didn't cry. He turned to the other side and continued to sleep.
This time, he couldn't turn to the other side and the rain drops looked like tears on his face.
John shuddered. He was cold.
Another slow blink.
He took a deep breath to see if it would take the lightheadedness away. It only made him cough. Warm liquid splashed from his mouth. It ran down his cheek, all the way to the ground. Then it mixed with the water in a whirlwind and continued downstream.
His eyelids grew heavy. They drooped, but remained a slit open. He opened them another milimeter apart before they fell closed.
No amount of resisting kept the darkness away.
-------
It didn't stay long.
Hot pain brought him back.
He almost cried out, but choked instead. More blood spat from his mouth.
He opened his eyes. Slowly, they focused on a shadow in front of him. An aura of silver rain rounded a long red hair.
"John, we brought a jumper. We will take you to Atlantis."
John let his eyelids droop closed one more time, knowing they would open again in the comforts of home.
By ErikaHK
Ronon turned his face when the wind got too strong. Rough sand scratched his skin while he tried to walk in a straight line. The black shadow that was Sheppard soon disappeared from sight. Ronon had to force his eyes to stay a slit open in between the fingers in front of his face in order to find his team leader again. He gave two steps forward before he tripped and nearly fell.
Looking down, he identified the dark uniform and knelt by the slump quickly being covered by red sand.
"Sheppard!" he yelled above the fierce storm, but even his grave voice wasn't loud enough.
Ronon shook Sheppard's body, but got no reaction. They had been walking in that sandstorm for over thirty minutes trying to find the shelter on the cliffs limiting the east end of the valley, but got turned around on the way. Ronon knew they were close to the cave. Staying in the open was too dangerouns, so he picked Sheppard up around his shoulder and stood.
His knees weakened when he got up, but he remained upright. Ronon lowered his head and bent his body forward as he gave the first step against the wind.
Ronon had never walked so slowly.
He also had never stayed out in a sandstorm for so long.
Being a runner, he had encountered all kinds of weather changes in between one world and the next, so he had always remained near the Ring of Ancestors. Being stuck in a storm could mean the culling of a world.
Sheppard was the man that changed that.
Now, being stuck in a planet only meant several hours of wait until a rescue team came.
And they always did.