POI fic: Contingencies
TITLE: POI fic: Contingencies
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: Number crunch
DISCLAIMER: do not own
WORD COUNT: 587
SUMMARY: How the aftermath of Number Crunch might have gone differently...
Finch glanced anxiously in the rearview mirror as he sped along in the darkness. He hadn’t heard a sound or detected movement from the back seat for it seemed quite some time. And considering his hurried passage made this a less than gentle ride that lack was rather ominous. John had been so pale and there had been so much blood even before he had gotten him in the car…
“Never mind that” Finch chided himself. “Just get to the destination. Everything can be dealt with there”
Finch kept reminding himself that he had envisioned such a situation and had taken steps accordingly.
For the man and machine charged with spotting a single terrorist from an entire world’s population, discerning the presence of a secret government agency from the patterns surrounding it was a relatively simple task. And once it’s existence was known, gaining access to all that agencies other secrets was child’s play. Finch was both amazed and horrified by some of the reports he uncovered, but realized this explained some of the more anomalous predictions the machine had provided from time to time. Still, the agency in question seemed to be doing a better than to be expected job of handling the situations it was tasked with, so Finch took a primarily watch and wait attitude toward it. With the notable exceptions of a few technological advances reported among the agencies findings…
One of the most extraordinary of which was the goal toward which he pressed. Of course its description had caught his eye--how could it not?--and of course he agreed for the most part on the caution and restrictions surrounding its use. This was truly a case where advanced science was almost indistinguishable from magic. But for everything there is an exception, and Finch found John to be a notable exception. So when Finch had discovered the object was to be moved he made careful plans to have it taken and an inactive duplicate substituted while it was en route between the mountain and area 51.
He turned on his high beams as he approached his destination. Although he had only been to the structure once, he found his way to it unerringly. He removed the padlock and leaned his weight against the door to force it open. He placed a lit lantern inside and then went back to the car for John. Reese’s body was stiff and unwieldy as Harold tried to remove it from the car. Finch was forced to drag it inside, and he winced at each bump and scrape along the way. Fortunately John was in no condition to complain of the rough treatment. Once he had it inside, Finch spent several minutes heaving it into the waiting receptacle. Mission accomplished, Finch closed the lid and leaned against it, trying to catch his breath while he tried to plan his next move.
While Finch had promised never to lie to John, he had never said he would tell him everything. But there was no way John would take his miraculous recovery from 2 gunshot wounds without question. Especially if he woke up in a glowing sarcophagus in an anonymous crypt in a small cemetery….
Finch pondered the best way to handle the situation, and mourned for the thousandth time that Ingram had been cremated and his ashes dispersed before Finch had access to the sarcophagus...
*(for those unfamiliar with the Stargate series, the Sarcophagi were alien devices capable of healing almost any wound and even resurrecting the dead.)
AUTHOR: whomii2
RATING: PG
SPOILERS: Number crunch
DISCLAIMER: do not own
WORD COUNT: 587
SUMMARY: How the aftermath of Number Crunch might have gone differently...
Finch glanced anxiously in the rearview mirror as he sped along in the darkness. He hadn’t heard a sound or detected movement from the back seat for it seemed quite some time. And considering his hurried passage made this a less than gentle ride that lack was rather ominous. John had been so pale and there had been so much blood even before he had gotten him in the car…
“Never mind that” Finch chided himself. “Just get to the destination. Everything can be dealt with there”
Finch kept reminding himself that he had envisioned such a situation and had taken steps accordingly.
For the man and machine charged with spotting a single terrorist from an entire world’s population, discerning the presence of a secret government agency from the patterns surrounding it was a relatively simple task. And once it’s existence was known, gaining access to all that agencies other secrets was child’s play. Finch was both amazed and horrified by some of the reports he uncovered, but realized this explained some of the more anomalous predictions the machine had provided from time to time. Still, the agency in question seemed to be doing a better than to be expected job of handling the situations it was tasked with, so Finch took a primarily watch and wait attitude toward it. With the notable exceptions of a few technological advances reported among the agencies findings…
One of the most extraordinary of which was the goal toward which he pressed. Of course its description had caught his eye--how could it not?--and of course he agreed for the most part on the caution and restrictions surrounding its use. This was truly a case where advanced science was almost indistinguishable from magic. But for everything there is an exception, and Finch found John to be a notable exception. So when Finch had discovered the object was to be moved he made careful plans to have it taken and an inactive duplicate substituted while it was en route between the mountain and area 51.
He turned on his high beams as he approached his destination. Although he had only been to the structure once, he found his way to it unerringly. He removed the padlock and leaned his weight against the door to force it open. He placed a lit lantern inside and then went back to the car for John. Reese’s body was stiff and unwieldy as Harold tried to remove it from the car. Finch was forced to drag it inside, and he winced at each bump and scrape along the way. Fortunately John was in no condition to complain of the rough treatment. Once he had it inside, Finch spent several minutes heaving it into the waiting receptacle. Mission accomplished, Finch closed the lid and leaned against it, trying to catch his breath while he tried to plan his next move.
While Finch had promised never to lie to John, he had never said he would tell him everything. But there was no way John would take his miraculous recovery from 2 gunshot wounds without question. Especially if he woke up in a glowing sarcophagus in an anonymous crypt in a small cemetery….
Finch pondered the best way to handle the situation, and mourned for the thousandth time that Ingram had been cremated and his ashes dispersed before Finch had access to the sarcophagus...
*(for those unfamiliar with the Stargate series, the Sarcophagi were alien devices capable of healing almost any wound and even resurrecting the dead.)