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The Mountain Between Us [Semper Fi & Kolath

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Semper Fi

Supernova
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Aug 22, 2012
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USA
Katherine Doyle stood in the little airport just outside of Chicago. She was in civilian clothing, but she had her badge clipped to her belt, her service weapon in a secured case for transport. She was dressed in dark jeans, tactical boots, and a snug black long sleeve shirt with a leather jacket tossed on over it. Her long mahogany hair was tied up in a snug ponytail, her duffel bag sat at her feet.

She paced around, she didn't like the idea of flying, she hated flying, but she needed to, and she needed an FBI escort to do it. They had to go to Portland Oregon to do it. She was just a SWAT cop, but she needed to do this. Kat sighed, her pale grey eyes skimming around the airport as she waited, she knew the FBI agent, they'd met already, when they'd made plans for this little trip.

She stood at 5'6" an athletic 120 pounds. She paced around until an older gentleman walked over, "Sergeant Doyle?" She nodded, "Yes," Her voice was unique, a blend of a western drawl, and a whisper of Irish. "Nice to meet you, Ma'am. I'm Henry, I'll be your pilot." She nodded. "Good to meet you. We're waiting on one more," She glanced over, "There he is," She nodded to a man who had just entered the airport.
 
Jason Ruthgar walked through the airport his own service weapon still clipped to his belt under the rather out of place looking black trench coat he wore over his simple t-shirt and jeans. He was dressed simply with heavy work boots filling out the rest as he walked down the hallway turning the last corner. He smiled waving at the woman he was supposed to be meeting there. He sighed softly as he ran his hand through his auburn hair cut in a rather wavy length that never seemed to stay unmessy no matter how much he combed it but it never looked bad.

He came over to her and then smiled at their pilot a company man like himself though the pair had never met before. He was a good 6’4” almost a foot taller than her. His body was full and a bit thick with long hours spent in hand to hand combat training having been in the military before joining the FBI. He shoulder’s were broad and his arms muscled but not bulging just strong. He nodded to the pilot. “All the preflight checks done to make sure there are no problems?” Henry nodded, “All set to go sir.”

Jason looked to her his deep bass voice sounding close to her as he nodded slightly. “You still good to do this?” Henry had already started to head over toward the door that would lead them out to the tarmac and Jason took a step toward him holding his own duffle over one shoulder while holding his other hand out for hers if she wanted to let him. The pair had worked together on the case a bit and his offers to carry things or hold doors for her had always been just simple offerings to help if she wanted it because he could sometimes sense when she was stressed about something and wanted to take little things off her mind.
 
Kat glanced over, seeing Jason, she lifted a hand to wave back. She nodded, "Yeah I'm good," She said, he offered to take her bag and she handed it to him. She'd been born and raised in Montana, she understood manners. She had an independent streak a mile wide but she didn't turn down simple offers of politeness and manners. They then were led out to the tarmac and the little plane. "Jesus Christ." Kat muttered, eyeing the rickety old plane. "Any reason we couldn't take one of the FBI's jets instead of this flying metal death trap?" She muttered to Jason, clearly she didn't like flying.

She knew they had to be discreet, after all, her testimony would put a bunch of people behind bars for a long time. It would be very beneficial for many people if she were to not make it to Portland. She climbed onto the plane and settled in, her weapon case at her feet, she buckled in, she would be okay once they were in the air, but the take off and the landing were gonna suck. She tapped her fingers repetitively on her knees as she waited impatiently wanting to get this over with as soon as possible.
 
Jason took the duffle and carried it out to the plane tossing it into the back with his own. Making sure to be gentle with both since he had no idea what she might have in there but if she had followed the instructions it was nothing much more then some changes of clothes not wanting to tip anyone off she was leaving before it was too late. He arched an eyebrow at her and chuckled. “You know why, all the FBI jets are being watched.”

He slipped into the plane and settled down sighing softly as he closed the door and patted Henry on the shoulder to tell him they were good to go. The plane started its engine which was surprisingly muffled inside the cabin though they still had to talk rather loud to be heard. “Don’t worry once we cross the rockies we will be out of range of any of the towers they might have people in watching for us. We are going to land in Salt lake and switch up to a full jet should have us there in a short time from there, for now just relax.”
 
Kat knew perfectly well why, but it didn't make her feel any better about this decrepit old plane. Sighing she settled in for the ride, "Yeah, sounds good. Hopefully the ride home will be smoother." She chuckled, glancing over at her escort. She lacked the normal nerves that came with a high priority witness going to testify. She lived her life in people's crosshairs, being a SWAT officer, she often was in life threatening situations. So this, while highly inconvenient and bothersome, it didn't worry her much. As long as she was home for her best friend's wedding, which was still a month away, then she was all good.

The plane started up and rolled down the tarmac to the runway. the plane picked up speed and began taking off. Kat gripped the arms of the seat as she braced. But they were up in the air without issue. She settled in for the long boring ride. "So, is this trial going to drag out for weeks?" She asked curiously, knowing that some trials certainly could drag on, and she didn't particularly want to be stuck in Portland for that long, but if necessary she would without complaint.
 
Jason seemed much more relaxed then Kat did as he just leaned back and relaxed as they coasted down the runway and then soon were lifting off into the air. He sighed softly not listing to the mild rattle around them not thinking that the people at head office would dare send a star witness up in anything that wasn’t sure to hold together at least till they reached their destination. He opened his eye at her for a moment and then smirked slightly. “I doubt it once your testimony is given, you backup the evidence and make it clear that things are what they are rather then leaving any doubt as to what they could be.”

The plane wasn’t as fast as a commercial airliner or even a private jet it was just a simple prop plan and would take some time to get where they were going. He sighed and leaned back letting his eyes drift closed again the sounds of the air and the engine seeming to lol him into sleep. He was still paying attention to her should she want to talk more but they had a few hours before they reached Salt Lake.
 
Kat settled in, managing to read a book while listening to the rattling on the plane. She thought that Jason was sleeping so she kept quiet. The hours ticked by, suddenly the plane jolted. Kat jerked, tensing. The plane lurched, the wind clearly was picking up. "No worries folks!" Henry called, "Just some turbulence!" He called. Kat gritted her teeth as the plane bounced around the sky. "Shit," She muttered, settling deeper into her seat.

The sky was getting darker, it was snowing heavily, it looked like they were up over some mountains. Kat tensed as the plane suddenly felt like it dropped a bit. A little bit longer and suddenly the plane was nosing down, "Alright folks!" Henry shouted, "We're going to be making an emergency landing," Kat's eyes went wide. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck." She snarled, relieved that she'd never taken her seat belt off. Where the fuck were they going to be making an emergency landing? They were over some damn mountains! The plane nosed down further, the ground was coming up awfully fast, alarms were sounding.

Somehow Henry was able to nose the plane up just enough so the belly skimmed trees, not nosing down into them directly. But they were coming in awfully hard. The noise got insanely loud, something caught the plane and it was suddenly rolling as it slammed through trees, impacting the ground, the tail broke off, as it flipped and rolled, Kat's head slammed into the side of the plane and a piece of shrapnel imbedded into her left thigh, between the pain, the fear and the shock she blacked out.
 
Jason had actually drifted off a bit till that first jolt from the plane. He sat up and frowned looking at Henry before the man shouted back that everything was alright. Jason could own frown it didn’t seem like it was alright something felt off more than it had before more than just the ricketiness of the plane as a whole. His eyes focused for a moment as he watched the engine go from full rpms to zero in an instant. “Crap…”

The plane was going down hard the ground was rushing up toward them and all Jason could do was hold onto the flimsy seat and hope it was enough. The impact was hard jarring his teeth in his head and Jason slacked his jaw so he didn’t break it in the bumps that were coming. End over end came next and the spin was too much Jason losing his lunch and having it spread over the cabin ceiling. The lurching and bouncing came to a stop at least a hundred years later and Jason was shocked he had not passed out just from the g-force of the spinning. He gasped and blinked the plane was dark around him almost no light from anywhere. He shifted in his chair finding as the world settled that the ceiling was currently down.

Digging into his pocket he pulled a knife out and cut the seatbelt holding him i before falling to the ceiling and wincing in pain. The next thing he went after was his phone, the screen was cracked but the flashlight on the back still worked just fine. He shone it around for a moment before he came over to Kat and lightly patted her on the cheek. “Kat, you alright?”
 
Luckily Kat was unconscious for most of the landing. But she woke to Jason tapping her cheek. She groaned and her eyes snapped open, she tried to jerk but the throbbing in her head and the searing pain in her leg had her crying out. Panting her wide eyes flickering around anxiously before landing on Jason. She nodded, “I’m okay. My head hurts, probably a concussion and my leg hurts,@ she said, not knowing a piece of metal was sticking out.

“The plane crashed.” It wasn’t a question it was a terrifying statement. “The pilot?” She asked, her voice shaky but solid, she realized she was basically hanging upside down and it wasn’t doing anything for her throbbing head. But getting her down with further injuring her leg was going to be a bit of a circus act. She felt the cold air from the back of the plane flooding in, the tail of the plane was missing.
 
Jason flashed the light over her as she mentioned the pain and saw the metal biting his lip, it was in deep for the moment he thought it best to just leave it in and wait. He looked back to her as the horror was what happened hit her. “I don’t know I was checking on you first.” He looked around and frowned the missing tail was going to make things interesting as it mean the plane itself wasn't a good shelter.

He looked at her and grinned his most disarming grin. “Don’t go anywhere.” He turned around ducking forward a bit and looking up into the cockpit. He had to cover his mouth for a moment seeing how the front of the plane had been crushed inward and what little he could see of Henry was little better then mash of crushed body parts. He sighed flashing the light around for a moment seeing the radio was shot and he didn’t know about the transponder. He turned back seeing the first aid kit and grabbing it before coming abck to her. “Henry appeared not to suffer is the only good thing I can say.”

He looked at the situation setting the first aid aside for a moment and sighing pulling out his knife again. “Thick you can hold onto the arms of the seat for a few seconds after I cut the belt off of you?”
 
Kat gave a small smirk when Jason told her not to go anywhere. "Oh I'll just hang around." She replied, as she literally hung upside down. She waited until Jason came back, she sighed when he said that Henry appeared to not suffer, but made it clear that the pilot was dead. She just nodded, not surprising, they were incredibly lucky to be alive. He asked if she could hold onto the arms of the seat for a few seconds. She wiggled deeper into the seat, wedging herself in, she gripped onto the seats, nodding her head at Jason she waited for him to cut her seat belt. Her head throbbed, her leg throbbed, but she knew how to work through pain.

She managed to hold herself up, even after the seat belt was gone. Her arms shook and trembled, she'd definitely need help getting down so as to not slam onto her injured leg and risk imbedding the shrapnel further. "Any idea where we're at?" She asked curiously, she hadn't really been tracking their flight much, she knew they were in the snowy mountains but that was it. She prayed her duffel bag and her gun case were still accessible, they should be, her gun case had been at her feet before the plane nosed downwards.
 
He reached up after the belt was cut and gripped her waist before shifting and having her let go from the arms taking all of her weight as he shifted and slowly lowered her down to the ceiling which was now the floor and sighed as he shook out his arms and then nodded. “There we go.” He knelt down next to her and shone the light over her injured leg. “Well its not broken.” He smirked slightly as he loooked at the wound and the piece of metal embedded in it.

He grabbed the first aid kit pulling out the rubbing alcohol and letting it wash over the wound before he took his knife and cut back some of her pants to have a better look. “No I was letting myself drift, but with the snow...and the difficulty breathing.” he looked up at her as he was having to take deeper breaths then normal and he had noticed. “I would think we are somewhere in the upper rockies just hope we are near a ranger station.” He sighed and looked at the wound. “I think its on the wrong side for any major blood vessels but until I can get it someplace with better light. I had better put a tourniquet on your thigh and just cut off the blood flow so you don’t bleed out and I can remove it.” He cut some of the seat belt free and knelt back down ready to start just that when she was ready.
 
Once he was ready she let him take all of her weight, her hands coming to his shoulders as he helped her get to the floor, or the ceiling as it were. Sitting down she eyed the wound. "Well Shit," She muttered, eyeing the piece of metal and the blood. The rubbing alcohol had her yelping and jerking, hissing and cursing under her breath. He ripped her jeans further to get a look at the wound, nodding as she listened to what he was saying. "Seems like we couldn't have picked a worst spot to crash." She sighed, these all were not good signs.

She nods, "Yeah, do whatever you need." She said, she knew the wound needed tending, and she knew it was going to be painful, but it had to be done, so she would whine or try and stall. She might curse and whimper in pain, but she'd handle whatever needed to happen. "I did not pack the right clothes for an adventure in the Rockies," She said playfully, trying to add some humor into the situation as they sat in the dim plane, now that her eyes had adjusted she could see out the tailless plane, seeing the thick snow outside,
 
Jason looked up at her chuckling at her comment. “Oh don’t worry my lady, clothes are optional at our resort. The heated pool and hot tubs allow you to experience the cool outside air of the Rockies without the worry of frostbite. We suggest at most a bikini be worn at all times, for the comfort of our other guests of course.” His voice had on the high brow air of a upper class hotel manager that was trying to make his establishment sound extremely exclusive.

As he was talking and being silly trying to lighten the mood a little he was wrapping the cut seat belt around her upper thigh above the wound. He found a broken piece of metal and slipped it in under the belt and started to twist it around and around tightening down the belt so it cut off the blood flow before tying it off with another belt holding it tight there. He looked at the jagged piece of plane in her leg and sighed. He pulled his belt off and offered it doubled up to bit down on. He settled himself before gripping the shrapnel and with a three count pulled it out. The wound left behind didn’t bleed at all thanks to the trunaquet.
 
Kat snickered and laughed at his joke. “Oh well in that case,” She snickered. She watched him wrap the seatbelt around her leg, tightening it. Kat whined and tensed, hissing in pain. She readily took his belt and bit down on it. She balled her hands up into fists and watched him. Nodding her head when he prepares to pull the shrapnel out.

He pulled it out and Kat shrieked in pain. But she remained stone still her body shook from the pain. Her vision went fuzzy but she stayed awake, pulling the belt from her mouth and panting. “It’s not as bad as I thought it would be.” She said, indicatiing the wound. It was going to slow her down a bit. “Think it needs to be stitched?” She asked, her voice a little tense from the pain.
 
Jason pulled out some of the medical gauze and bandages before packing it gently into the gaping wound. He was glad that he had some experience with wounds like this from his time in the military before joining the FBI or he would have been lost. “Probably but I need to figure out if we are staying here first because this...isn’t the best shelter.” The wind was coming in the tail section and out the front keeping things cold inside the plane.

Jason moved back into what little of the back remained and found both of their duffles before coming back to her and dropping then next to her and next grabbing her gun case from under her seat where it had stayed. “Put on what clothing you can I will be right back.” He grabbed his trenchcoat and pushed open one of the doors before stepping out. The weather wasn’t that bad just very cold at the moment, there wasn’t even a storm just cold wind blowing. He saw where they were deep inside the mountains and rubbed his hands together looking around. After a few minutes he came back inside the plane and looked at her smiling. “Well the good news is that this isn’t the best shelter around. There is a small cabin looks like its about a mile away. Bad news...it's uphill from here.”
 
She sighs and nods, watching him slide her stuff over. While he left to check out their surroundings she worked on getting dressed. Layering tank tops and the few long sleeve shirts she had on. She didn’t bother with changing her pants yet since she didn’t know if they’d be stitching her wound or not. She opened her gun case, loading her weapon, checking it and sliding it into its holster then onto her belt. She was still sitting there, now shivering a bit from pain and shock and fading adrenaline.

Listening to Jason she sighs again. “Well I guess at least there’s shelter.” She mused. A mile uphill wasn’t going to be fun with her leg wound and deep snow. It would be a struggle and dangerous if the strain caused her wound to bleed heavily. “We do what we gotta do to survive. It won’t be long until we’re missed, they’ll come looking.” Unfortunately, little did she know, the strong winds had pushed the small plane off course, no one would be looking this far into the mountains for the lost plane.
 
He looked down at her leg and winced slightly understanding the worry. “I hate to say this but it might be best to wait till we get up to the cabin to do any major stitches or anything on your leg...the tourniquet should hold back any blood loss. And the movement will probably rip any stitches out. I can pack it with bandages and gauze and help you. Though if you want I can see if I can make a stretcher to drag you up there if you don’t think you can walk.”

He had started pulling on a extra pair of pants he had in his duffle wishing he had more before he added two shirts and an over shirt before putting his coat back on and looking at her. “Yeah you are too important to leave up here, and I’m too pretty to die up here so there is no way we aren’t going to be rescued in a day or so. The good thing is it looks like its a mostly modern cabin not a old shack or anything so it should be at least livable and better shelter then here.”
 
She nods, agreeing that the walk would stress the wound too much, no major first aid could be done until they reached the cabin. She shook her head “I can walk.” She was stubborn and had an independent streak a mile wide. She began doing the same, pulling a couple extra pairs of pants on before closing up the duffel bag, it would come with her as it had more clothes in it. “Anything from the plane we should bring with us?” Obviously the first aid kit would be coming with but she hadn’t had a chance to look around, Jason would know better if there was anything of value on the plane.

She used the wall of the plane to support herself as she managed to get to her feet. She tested weight on her injured leg. Pain sung up her leg but she stayed standing. A hesitant step, a wince of pain but she was okay. The mile trek would be slow gozing but she’d do it. She’d get to the cabin, it was the only choice really, and she was too stubborn to let this damn mountain kill her. Besides, like Jason said, a day or two, and they’d be rescued. She’s testify and then she’d go home with one hell of a story to tell her teammates. She made her way outside slowly, frowning at the giant expanse of snow and trees around them. No sign of life or civilization except that little cabin in the distance.
 
Jason knew there were a few things they needed and he quickly started loading his duffel with the first aid kit and then rummaged around under the pilot’s seat a bit finding the backup transponder, it was crushed and unlikely to work but he took it with them. The next thing he pulled out was a package of flares both the gun and the normal road flare types. He was fairly certain that was everything that could be salvaged from the plane at least for emergency supplies.

He followed her out of the plane and came up beside her on the side that was her hurt leg. “I know how stubborn you are but come on right now we need to get out of this cold.” He slipped his arm around her waist and gently lifted her so that she could lean on him and hobble on her good leg and not need to put weight on her hurt one for now so that they could easily make their way to the cabin
 
Kat nodded, reluctantly leaning into him, her arm going around his shoulder. She began to hobble, the snow was up to her knees, it was slow going, the seat belt was slowing the blood flow to her leg but it was also interfering with her ability to feel her leg, it started tingling about halfway to the cabin. Kat gritted her teeth and kept trudging her way.

It probably took triple the amount of time it should have taken to get there, she saw what appeared to be possibly a pond down the hill from the cabin as they stood in front of the cabin. "I guess this is home for the next night or two," SHe mused, she limped her way up onto the steps, relieved to find that the cabin was open. It was a small cabin, in the main room was a living room, in the living room was a fireplace with wood stacked against one wall, a old couch, and a small kitchenette, two doors led to what she assumed was a bedroom and a bathroom. It appeared there might have been electricity at some point, but not anymore, so Kat assumed they'd sleep near the fireplace in the living room. Perhaps drag the bed out to the living room, one of them could sleep on the bed, the other on the couch. She hobbled inside, her leg mostly numb at this point, as she sat on the old couch, examining the wound,
 
Jason helped her make it through the deep snow up to the cabin. He looked over the yard and the structure around it. The cabin looked to be a summer home for someone probably a timeshare where several people used it throughout the year at different times. He helped get her inside and settled before he grabbed up some of the newspaper near the fireplace as well as a log. First things first in his mind get heat going and then look at her injury.

Setting the fireplace and flew up right he set a match which he found nearby and touched it to the paper he had there. It caught rather easily and soon the fire was catching at the log and would be filling the room with a warm glow. He came back over to her and smiled slightly. “Alright Kat let's look at that wound. First get out of those extra pants, and then it's up to you if you want me to cut your pants more or if you would rather strip them off though they are wet like the others and might be good if you did.” As he was saying this he himself stripped out of the extra layers of shirts and pants he had on down to just a t-shit and his jeans at this point though the legs of the jeans were soaked from the snow.
 
Kat sat, breathing deeply as she watched Jason start a fire. She nodded at his words, her outer clothes were wet, even her jacket, from falling in the snow a few times. Her pants were soaked. She took off her jacket and first couple of shirt layers. Then her boots and socks, next came the pants and she ultimately decided to go down to her underwear, she was cold, her pants wet and she didn’t want anything in the way of getting her wound patched up.

The wound wasn’t too bad, a little more bleeding, a little more tearing, but the belt had done a good job of stopping the bleeding, though her leg felt pretty numb. Which may be good for patching it up. She sat in her long sleeve shirt and her simple black boy shorts underwear, shivering slightly, drying blood in a river down her leg. “Well, aren’t I a sight.” She muttered, “Looks like it needs stitches,” She mused.
 
Jason had opened up the medkit from the plane and pulled out some things frowning a bit before he walked out of the room checking and finding which of the two doors led to the bathroom coming out frowning more though with a couple armfuls of first aid supplies. His next stop was the bedroom which is what the other door was and this time when he came back he was holding a package and a spool of thread. “Got it, there was no suture kit in the first aid going to have to make do.”


He got a few more things from the kitchen. After a moment he came back pouring some of the rubbing alcohol into a bowl and dropping the spool of thread into it to sterilize it followed by several of the needles he had found. He shifted so the light could shine on the wound. After a few seconds of examining he looked up at her and smiled realizing that the way he had moved had settled him between her legs rather close to her panties but he tried to ignore that. “Doesn’t look that bad I stiched up a lot worse while I was a medic.” He handed her a bottle of whiskey he had found in the kitchen. “This might take some time so you might want something to take the edge off.”
 
She tried to ignore the intimacy of the position, as Jason settled between her legs to examine her wound. She took the bottle of whiskey, grateful for it. "Thanks. My leg is pretty numb from the belt, so between that and this, I should be okay. I've dealt with worse pain." She said before taking a drink of the alcohol, hissing as it burned down her throat. She settled back into the couch, preparing, there was no two ways about it, even with the pain dulled, this was still gonna hurt like a bitch.

But like she'd told Jason, she'd probably dealt with worse pain, being a SWAT cop, she'd had her fair share of injuries, including a couple of gunshot wounds and a stabbing. This certainly wouldn't be her first time getting stitches, though it would be the first time without any drugs to numb the pain. She took another drink, and glanced at Jason. "Ready when you are. Better to just get it over with." Plus the belt needed to get off her leg to avoid any permeant damage.
 
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