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Title: The unknown can be perilous. . .
Author: Sharpes_Hussy
Rating: G
Prompt: Trace
Summary: Sheppard realized that things were not going well. . .

He felt it drip down his arm.

He had no idea how long he had been tied up, but it felt as though it might be hours. He then wondered why was he was tied up given the fact he was in a cell with a door, so hardly going anywhere.

Their accommodations were cold, damp, water running down the walls which did not bode well as it meant it would soon be all over the floor.

Right now the floor just looked sticky with a lot of what he did not want to think about.

At least McKay was not here to bitch about it which brought a slight smile to Sheppard's mouth.

Hey big guy, you awake?” He yelled over to where Ronon was slumped against the opposite wall.

Ronon opened one eye and said “I am, but do you need to be so loud they can hear you through the door and down the hallway?”

Ronon looked beat up as badly as Sheppard felt.

Where had it all gone so wrong?

Oh now he remembered. They had stepped through a gate to a world that was uncharted. That was sufficient to define it all in Sheppard's mind. At least the Wraith were not. . .but then he realized he was not aware of who had ambushed them, so maybe not the time to be thankful for what was unknown.

He had come with Ronon. . . .the dripping he suddenly realized was blood. His head throbbed like somebody had used it for a battering ram. Things were not going well right now.

He wondered if Atlantis had any idea where they were, because he sure didn't.

Wondering how bad the situation was, he realized there would be no immediate help, so he would just have to grin and bear it. . .suck it up.

Sheppard sighed and tried to remember again why they had come.

He guessed he might. . .

Do I look as bad as you feel?”

Ronon starred intently at Sheppard, now with both eyes open, as he replied, “Depends on what you mean by bad.

Then they heard the pitter patter of boots in the passageway which suddenly stopped by the door of their cell.


( 8 comments — Leave a comment )
Sep. 17th, 2011 11:51 pm (UTC)
I love a whumped Shep. Nicely done.
Sep. 18th, 2011 01:33 am (UTC)
Will we find out what happens next?
Sep. 18th, 2011 09:45 am (UTC)
Oh my goodness.....please tell me you're going to carry this story on???? So many questions to be answered...where are they, who's got them, whose boots do they hear, more detail on the whump of course.....great story hon but please please more!!! (I sound like Oliver Twist...please can I have some more sir? lol)
Sep. 18th, 2011 02:53 pm (UTC)
Great imagery here! I'm hoping those boots belong to the other half of the team! And a few Marines...
Sep. 18th, 2011 09:46 pm (UTC)
sga_newsletter: Sep 18, 2011
User dossier referenced to your post from sga_newsletter: Sep 18, 2011 saying: [...] : The unknown can be perilous. . . [...]
Sep. 18th, 2011 10:43 pm (UTC)
hey, don't leave us hanging!
Sep. 18th, 2011 11:18 pm (UTC)
sga_nesletter: September 18, 2011
User dossier referenced to your post from sga_nesletter: September 18, 2011 saying: [...] : The unknown can be perilous. . . [...]
Sep. 19th, 2011 07:57 pm (UTC)
Oh...very edge of the seat...what happen's next????

Poor Sheppard, whumped and still worried about everything...

This is really interesting, you set the mood of the story very well and I want to know who the boots belong to!!!

As sherry57 said...'can we have some more', please?!!
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