Die for Me meme

[amuse_box]

 THE DIE FOR ME! MEME

- post with your characters (no, it doesn't have to be one per comment)
- the character that responds has just taken a mortal blow for your character
- play out the horrifically heart-shattering aftermath
- prepare your tissues for ULTIMATE CRIES

 
borrowed from here at towerofjamjars 

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you asked for it, really.

[cametohissenses]

[Well. It's just one of those days, isn't it? When will the SGC scratch "routine mission" from the list of acceptable terms, really?

There hadn't been a lot of time to think - it has been one of those no-decisions, where the course of action had no alternative. Telford has been shot before but he knows immediately that something is different about this, that this is bad.

The pilot in him had always figured he'd go down in his fighter jet. Somewhere among the stars in a blaze of glory. Maybe on a suicide collision course with an enemy ship.

Then again, saving a comrade's life is probably not the worst way to go.]

[colunderfire]

[The gunshot shakes Everett out of his stupor. Since when did the Lucian Alliance get their hands on standard issue revolvers?

Still, the shooter is dispatched with a burst from his P90. The guy had come from nowhere, and Telford had just shoved Young out of the way. Idiot.]

Damn!

[After making sure no-one else is about, Young runs over, dropping to his knees beside David.]

You damn fool...

[cametohissenses]

[Telford pulls a face and takes a couple of deep breaths until his vision clears.]

Must've stumbled.

[colunderfire]

Then you're a clumsy idiot.

[Damn. He needed to get this guy back to the Gate.]

Can you walk?

[cametohissenses]

[Of course he can walk. Or he will at least give it a try. He grabs Everett's shoulder, trying to pull himself up.

And that's when the pain gets real.

His eyes widen for a moment before he falls back with an almost startled gasp.]

[colunderfire]

Shit...

[Everett grabs Telford's shoulder.]

Don't you die on me. We're going to get you back to Earth, gonna get Dr. Lam to patch you up. You're going to be fine.

[Is that panic in his voice? Surely not. This is Everett Young, Mr. Stoic....]

[cametohissenses]

[David doesn't answer for a while, his own body needing too much attention right now. But eventually he finds his focus again, exhaling with a weak chuckle.]

Jesus, Everett. Quit talking like I'm some eighteeen-year-old airman who managed to step onto a landmine.

[It's almost funny. Except for the part where it isn't. But David has given that speech to so many times in his lifetime he never would have expected to be on the receiving end. Or that the receiving end is suddenly the one responsible for the calming down part.

He grabs Everett's arm again to steady himself, stifling a groan.]

Son of a bitch.

[colunderfire]

Maybe if you didn't just damn well act like one...

[Everett growls those words out as he grabs Telford. If he had to fireman's lift the man back to the Gate, so be it.]

You're not fucking dying, okay?

[Everett doesn't usually swear. He usually keeps himself pretty well composed, but... damn it!]