Josh Black/Early Summer
I must have lost a good bit of blood, not enough to slow me down much, but enough to make my brain play tricks on me. My internal fantasy was a little hard to distinguish from reality for a while.
I saw myself as Teal’c, injured in battle, as Captain Carter saved me from being assimilated by a symbiote. Now we were dragging a Goa’uld back to the StarGate and off this godforsaken planet. In reality, I was Josh (like always), injured in battle, saved by the mysterious blonde woman and her dog, dragging an alien/human/insect thing back to what turned out to be the closest thing to StarGate Command I’ll ever see.
Besides her cursing at me to get up, the trek back was quiet. Blondie spoke to the dog (she called her Angel) every once in a while, while I tried to hold as much of the thing’s weight as I could with my good arm. Blondie was thin, but deceptively strong. Sometimes the setting sun glinted off her hair like some stupid scene in a romantic comedy, and I had to remind myself that now was not the time for trying to be pimp daddy mack. I chuckled at myself and Blondie just shot me a “what the fuck is wrong with you?” kinda look.
When we reached the door to her hideout, I imagined some dank basement with half a broken bookshelf holding a can of ravioli and a rotten orange. Maybe a couch cushion on the floor, stained of course. Reeking of dog urine. And even that much would have been great. When she opened the door and we entered, I thought I was still delusional! Weapons, food, water, HOT water, places to sit and lay. It was Shangri-La to me. A haven in this hell hole of a world. Then she offered me a hot shower, I swear I could’ve cried and kissed her feet right there!
I don’t want to be crude, but I masturbated in the shower. I honestly think it was the first erection I’ve had since the meteor storm, and I wasn’t fantasizing about anything in particular. I guess after all this time the simple joy of meeting another REAL human willing to fight these things, and finally washing a few weeks of grime and blood off of me, with actual soap, it just happened. I’m only writing this part so IF I ever do get out of this mess, you know, us humans take the planet back or whatever, I can remember how important this moment was. Maybe I won’t go bat shit insane after all.
Blondie looked like she freshened up a bit herself. Actually, she was quite beautiful. I made a decision right then though, that I wouldn’t make any advances on her unless I was absolutely sure they were wanted. I needed a friend, a teammate in this war much more than I needed to try to get my rocks off. But if she put the moves on me, I’d be more than willing. I know, what a time to be thinking about this, but you can’t always help where your mind takes you. She offered me some pain meds, which i didn’t really want until she showed me the big ass needle she was going to use to sew my wound up. She was cooking some food too, so I took two pills and said “Let’s get this done.”
She was pretty quick about it, as gentle as she could be while sewing a 3 inch gash in my arm. She sprayed some neosporin on it and gave me a fresh bandage.
We sat to eat, and made some awkward conversation while doing so. The spaghetti was great, and I was ravenous. There was meat and all in the sauce! I guess I had gotten used to subsiding off of protein bars and energy drinks for too long because it seemed like the best meal of my life. Throughout the conversation I learned that her name was Teegan, and the house wasn’t hers. She had the key because she used to check on the house for her neighbors when they were away. She and the dog, Angel, found each other after the storm and have been inseparable since. Once Teegan got started talking, there really was no stopping her. I found myself enjoying the conversation, we even laughed a couple times. Laughing was something I didn’t think I’d be doing anytime soon, well, unless I totally lost it.
I guess it’s time to start trying to interrogate this alien thing. Should be fun.