TITLE: Damages
E-MAIL: eli @ popullus.net
RATING: PG
POSTED: March 13, 2005
NOTES: Post-38 Minutes realizations. Written for the SGA Flashfic "enclosed spaces" challenge. Thanks to Jen for the lookover.
DISCLAIMER: Read

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He thought he was wandering, moving over known ground because he could again now, until he found Zelenka poking at the damage the jumper had taken.

Not too bad, John agreed after a slow clockwise evaluation. Even with going from being Wraith target practice to being crammed through a stargate, there were hardly any visible scars, he noted.

Scorch marks, a couple of them, flaring black against natural gray. They were beginning to get a handle on what to do with those, Zelenka said in more words than that. John still had hope that they won't get too good at it. He'd like for them to take as little fire as possible, thanks, he added when Zelenka's confusion kept the man from following him to the next mark.

Gouges, though, a long scrape like that one that dug in down the starboard pod, those were going to take some testing, they determined one complete orbit later. Can't afford any weak spots when it's you versus something as impossible to fight as vacuum, John muttered, drawing his finger along the jagged metal. Skin's temperamental.

Zelenka was silent again, but this frown wasn't confused.

When John left the bay, he didn't wander. And he kept his hand at his side, away from his neck and the tenderness that Beckett said will fade (eventually; give it more time than a bullet, major), until he made it to his room.

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