M is for Marines
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rinkhcTitle: M is for Marines
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Prompts: Confession in a Desperate Situation
Medium: FIC
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 686
Summary: Kawalsky and his team are taking fire and outnumbered.
Content Notes: No standard notes apply
It was bad. The natives had SG-2 pinned down, cutting them off from the Gate. Kawalsky looked around at the anxious faces of his team as laser fire occasionally passed over their heads. They had not been able to dial out to call for backup, and their scheduled check-in was not for another four hours. Kawalsky knew that they did not have four hours.
“Major, they’re getting closer,” Sergeant Binkerson said after he peered over the boulder they were all braced against, popped off a few shots and dove down again. “I counted eight at the treeline and saw motion off to the west.”
“They want us alive for their sacrifice, they’re probably waiting until they have the numbers to overwhelm us,” the major replied. They were running dangerously low on ammo.
“We’re not getting out of this, are we sir?” Sergeant Wales asked as he continued to apply pressure to the wound on Doctor Maltov’s leg. Maltov was out cold, if they didn’t get him back to the SGC soon, he wasn’t going to make it, a field dressing could only do so much.
Kawalsky poked his head up to take a look, he counted twelve before he had to duck down again. He pressed his lips together and refused to answer Binkerson’s question. He wasn't ready to admit they were done for, not yet.
“I never told my family where I was going,” Binkerson whispered after a few more tense minutes had passed. “My mom and my grandma didn't want me to enlist. I was gonna tell them, but I just kept putting it off.”
“Well, when we get home, I guess you've got a call to make, or a letter to write,” Kawalsky told the young marine.
Wales pressed down on Maltov’s leg as the scientist started to stir and thrash. Binkerson knelt beside Wales and the two of them tried to keep him still. When Maltov settled down, Binkerson shook his head. “How can I? I screwed up, Major. I lied. They think I’m working my way across the country so I can go to school.”
“Lies have a way of catching up with us, Binky. My advice is, bite the bullet, admit everything and take it from there. “
“This is gonna kill my mama, just kill her.”
Reaching over, Kawalsky gave Binkerson’s shoulder a squeeze. “Wouldn’t it be worse for her to not know what you’re up to?”
“I mean when she hears I’m dead. When the Corps lets her know.”
“Stop talking like that!” Wales snapped, as Binkerson fired off a few more shots at random. They all smiled grimly as they heard a distant scream from the direction of the woods.
“Got one!”
One, when there were dozens out there. They didn’t have the ammo to withstand the push when it came. For the first time in a long time, Kawalsky doubted he was going to survive a mission. He was about to start praying when he heard the pop and snap of automatic weapons fire. With a relieved smile, he peered over the top of the boulder.
“Well guys, the marines have arrived!” he called happily to his team as he fired a few shots at the remaining aggressors. Their positions had changed, the SGC had sent backup and now the natives were in the crossfire.
Kawalsky’s radio crackled. “SG-2, what is your twenty, over?”
“Boulder formation about two hundred yards from the woods. We’re damned glad to see you guys! You’re in the nick of time.”
“That’s what we do best, Major. Hold tight, we’ll have the way clear soon, the hostiles are making a run for it.”
His P-90 was out of ammo so Kawalsky pulled his sidearm, he and Binkerson keeping watch over Wales and Maltov. He looked over his shoulder. “Well, Binky, looks like you’re off one hook and on another.”
“My mama is gonna kill me!” Somehow, Binky looked more scared than he had earlier.
"We'll handle it, Binkerson." Kawalsky waved at the marines as they came out of the trees. "I'll sign off on some leave time so you can go home and talk to your family in person. Hell, I'll even go with you, if you need some backup." Kawalsky slapped Binkerson's shoulder.
"You'd do that, Major?"
Kawalsky smiled. "Sure, we're a team, right? Teammates back each other up."
For the first time in hours, Binkerson didn't look like he was on the verge of a stroke.
The End
Notes: for SG-1 Gen Fic Day, Alphabet Soup M
Also: Hurt Comfort Bingo: Confession in a Desperate Situation
Fandom: Stargate SG-1
Prompts: Confession in a Desperate Situation
Medium: FIC
Rating: Gen
Word Count: 686
Summary: Kawalsky and his team are taking fire and outnumbered.
Content Notes: No standard notes apply
It was bad. The natives had SG-2 pinned down, cutting them off from the Gate. Kawalsky looked around at the anxious faces of his team as laser fire occasionally passed over their heads. They had not been able to dial out to call for backup, and their scheduled check-in was not for another four hours. Kawalsky knew that they did not have four hours.
“Major, they’re getting closer,” Sergeant Binkerson said after he peered over the boulder they were all braced against, popped off a few shots and dove down again. “I counted eight at the treeline and saw motion off to the west.”
“They want us alive for their sacrifice, they’re probably waiting until they have the numbers to overwhelm us,” the major replied. They were running dangerously low on ammo.
“We’re not getting out of this, are we sir?” Sergeant Wales asked as he continued to apply pressure to the wound on Doctor Maltov’s leg. Maltov was out cold, if they didn’t get him back to the SGC soon, he wasn’t going to make it, a field dressing could only do so much.
Kawalsky poked his head up to take a look, he counted twelve before he had to duck down again. He pressed his lips together and refused to answer Binkerson’s question. He wasn't ready to admit they were done for, not yet.
“I never told my family where I was going,” Binkerson whispered after a few more tense minutes had passed. “My mom and my grandma didn't want me to enlist. I was gonna tell them, but I just kept putting it off.”
“Well, when we get home, I guess you've got a call to make, or a letter to write,” Kawalsky told the young marine.
Wales pressed down on Maltov’s leg as the scientist started to stir and thrash. Binkerson knelt beside Wales and the two of them tried to keep him still. When Maltov settled down, Binkerson shook his head. “How can I? I screwed up, Major. I lied. They think I’m working my way across the country so I can go to school.”
“Lies have a way of catching up with us, Binky. My advice is, bite the bullet, admit everything and take it from there. “
“This is gonna kill my mama, just kill her.”
Reaching over, Kawalsky gave Binkerson’s shoulder a squeeze. “Wouldn’t it be worse for her to not know what you’re up to?”
“I mean when she hears I’m dead. When the Corps lets her know.”
“Stop talking like that!” Wales snapped, as Binkerson fired off a few more shots at random. They all smiled grimly as they heard a distant scream from the direction of the woods.
“Got one!”
One, when there were dozens out there. They didn’t have the ammo to withstand the push when it came. For the first time in a long time, Kawalsky doubted he was going to survive a mission. He was about to start praying when he heard the pop and snap of automatic weapons fire. With a relieved smile, he peered over the top of the boulder.
“Well guys, the marines have arrived!” he called happily to his team as he fired a few shots at the remaining aggressors. Their positions had changed, the SGC had sent backup and now the natives were in the crossfire.
Kawalsky’s radio crackled. “SG-2, what is your twenty, over?”
“Boulder formation about two hundred yards from the woods. We’re damned glad to see you guys! You’re in the nick of time.”
“That’s what we do best, Major. Hold tight, we’ll have the way clear soon, the hostiles are making a run for it.”
His P-90 was out of ammo so Kawalsky pulled his sidearm, he and Binkerson keeping watch over Wales and Maltov. He looked over his shoulder. “Well, Binky, looks like you’re off one hook and on another.”
“My mama is gonna kill me!” Somehow, Binky looked more scared than he had earlier.
"We'll handle it, Binkerson." Kawalsky waved at the marines as they came out of the trees. "I'll sign off on some leave time so you can go home and talk to your family in person. Hell, I'll even go with you, if you need some backup." Kawalsky slapped Binkerson's shoulder.
"You'd do that, Major?"
Kawalsky smiled. "Sure, we're a team, right? Teammates back each other up."
For the first time in hours, Binkerson didn't look like he was on the verge of a stroke.
The End
Notes: for SG-1 Gen Fic Day, Alphabet Soup M
Also: Hurt Comfort Bingo: Confession in a Desperate Situation