Sharon's no stranger to danger or cabin fever, or even both at once, but she'd have to admit, if asked, it's not her preferred way to spend three days.
Three.
Whole.
Days.
(After the first of which, she'd decided it wouldn't have mattered if Jack Harkness had been dead for a hot second there, because she's relatively sure he'd rally to hit on the first thing that moved near him, anyway.)
It's not a terrible group to be stuck with, as these things go -- Sheppard is a hothead and Harkness is the kind of reckless that only comes from a feeling of invincibility, but they're both grown, trained men, and she can rely on them to at least keep themselves mostly out of trouble and alive. It's the others she worries about, checking in on their wounds, and debating possible escape plans.
Plans she'd be a whole lot more use to if she didn't care about blowing her cover. You know. That minor detail.
As it is, she spends three days trying to keep wounds clean and trying to keep the others from disturbing the fallen rocks even more, as they start careful explorations in what's left of the tunnels around them. She even coaxes her way into getting to do some exploring of her own -- which is when she first hears the clank and clatter of movement.
It freezes her, for a second, as she peers into the dark, willing it to part so she can just see -- "Hello? Hey, is someone there?"
Re: Rejoining the Main Cave
Sharon's no stranger to danger or cabin fever, or even both at once, but she'd have to admit, if asked, it's not her preferred way to spend three days.
Three.
Whole.
Days.
(After the first of which, she'd decided it wouldn't have mattered if Jack Harkness had been dead for a hot second there, because she's relatively sure he'd rally to hit on the first thing that moved near him, anyway.)
It's not a terrible group to be stuck with, as these things go -- Sheppard is a hothead and Harkness is the kind of reckless that only comes from a feeling of invincibility, but they're both grown, trained men, and she can rely on them to at least keep themselves mostly out of trouble and alive. It's the others she worries about, checking in on their wounds, and debating possible escape plans.
Plans she'd be a whole lot more use to if she didn't care about blowing her cover. You know. That minor detail.
As it is, she spends three days trying to keep wounds clean and trying to keep the others from disturbing the fallen rocks even more, as they start careful explorations in what's left of the tunnels around them. She even coaxes her way into getting to do some exploring of her own -- which is when she first hears the clank and clatter of movement.
It freezes her, for a second, as she peers into the dark, willing it to part so she can just see -- "Hello? Hey, is someone there?"