Stargate Atlantis: Darts

Found

Sam's worry had increased as the storm had risen.  She had given her missing men another hour and then tried to contact them both individually and through the city-wide comms. There had been no response.

As Major Lorne was still busy organising the arrival of food supplies, Sam had ordered Sergeant Stackhouse to begin preparing his team for S and R.  She had geared up herself, ready to go with them and was studying a plan of the city, noting the location where weapons fire had been detected and deciding where the search should begin.

Sergeant Stackhouse entered her office.

"Ready when you are, Ma'am," he said.

Sam straightened up, nodded at Stackhouse, and clipping on her P90 in a businesslike way, said, "OK, Sergeant, let's go and find them."

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As Rodney lay shivering on the floor, still occasionally coughing, John checked him for injuries.  He had an egg-shaped lump on the right side of his head and was bruised down the side of his face, but did not seem to have any broken bones.  John felt bruised all over and his left elbow and shoulder joints were badly wrenched.

"Where's my pack?" said Rodney, slowly sitting up.

"Must have fallen off in the water," replied John. "Probably when we hit that wall.  My radio's gone too."

Rodney felt for his earpiece, but found nothing.

"No calling the cavalry, then," he said tiredly.

"You OK?" asked John.

"Head hurts.  Cold," replied Rodney.

"Let's get moving then, try to get warm," said John.

They got slowly to their feet, Rodney leaning against the wall as his head spun and John holding his left arm with his right.  John tucked his arm into his tac vest as a makeshift sling so that he could help Rodney, who didn't seem to want to leave the support of the wall.

"Come on, McKay," encouraged John, "time to go home."

They carefully made their way up the flight of stairs, Sheppard with his right arm around McKay's waist.  At the top there was a door which opened smoothly, revealing a corridor
John thought he recognised. 

"Ten minutes walk and we'll be at the transporter," he said.

Rodney gave a queasy half-smile.

"So," said John as they staggered along, "who won?"

"What?" said Rodney groggily.

"The darts, remember?"

"Oh, well, erm, let's say it was a draw," he mumbled.

"No way!"

The contradiction seemed to revive Rodney's flagging spirits  "Well, yes, the first one of yours went the furthest, but I didn't get to throw all mine, did I?"

"Well, we'll just have to try again then, won't we?"

"Judging by today's results I was thinking, maybe not," said Rodney.

"At least we weren't bored," John said thoughtfully.

Rodney stopped and looked at John.
"You really prefer this kind of thing to a quiet day, don't you?"

"Don't you?" returned Sheppard.

"Well, I don't prefer nearly drowning!"

"No," conceded John, "but apart from that, it was fun, wasn't it?"