Fandom: Stargate Atlantis
Disclaimer: Sadly, not mine...
Words: 100 x 3
Prompt: #6 - Frost
Summary: Another mission gone bad... really bad....
Note: For Adventdrabbles on Insane Journal.
They were conserving power, so there was minimal heat, and frost on the Jumper windows.
"Anything?" John asked as he came in from the snow outside, trying to leave the wetness at the door and not drag it inside.
Rodney shook his head. "Nothing."
There wasn't anything to say to that. They had run out of emergency rations a week ago, and there was precious little to find to eat, at least in the area where the Jumper had crashed.
The only good news was they had plenty of water from the snow. They were only hungry and not thirsty.
The weather didn't help. A blizzard kept them inside the jumper. It was cold inside, freezing outside.
John braved the cold for some snow so they could keep drinking but they were both starting to get weaker.
"They should be looking for us," John murmured in Rodney's ear. They had huddled into one sleeping bag to share warmth. John ran his hands over Rodney's cool skin, trying to warm Rodney up but enjoying the opportunity to just touch.
"The beacon's going to run out of power soon," Rodney grumbled.
"They can track us by our subcutaneous transmitters," John reassured him.
The wind had stopped, or at least dropped -- it no longer howled over the Jumper. The power had run out during the blizzard and frost obscured the windows.
To conserve energy, they huddled together, not moving about.
Night fell and John fought to stay awake, to keep watch over Rodney. He needed to keep Rodney alive, to get him back to Atlantis.
But lack of food and worry took its toll. John fell asleep with his arms around Rodney.
John wasn't sure if the noise was a dream... banging on the outside of the Jumper and voices calling their names....
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