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landing party ( for thecanarylives )

[ He comes to with his head pounding, his vision blurred, and a persistent ringing in his ears. It takes him a while-- a good while, maybe seconds or maybe minutes, to even regain his vision properly, and to take in his surroundings. He's in a shuttle, which is completely wrecked, panels broken and burnt, wires hanging from everywhere, sparks going off and small fires here or there. They're also tilted forward slightly, so he can feel his weight pushing against the belts keeping him strapped to his chair. He looks beyond the window and he sees a lush forest just outside, trees and blue skies as far as the eye can see. It'd be pretty if not for the fact that they've clearly crashed on the planet they were supposed to land on.

Shit. Holy shit, they crashed. How the fuck did they crash? Leonard just wanted to gather some samples from the surface, it didn't even warrant a landing party bigger than two people, how the fuck did they end up like this?

That thought gets his brain into gear. Because he's not alone. He looks over to find Sara passed out, though at least thankfully still strapped to her seat. He lets out a shuddered breath, trying not to panic as he struggles to undo his own safety belt. ]

Sara!! Come on, you piece of shi-- [ His panicked grousing is cut off as his belt comes undone, and he just barely manages to brace himself against the controls rather than slam right into them. Head still spinning, he nevertheless forces himself to stumble towards her, looking her over briefly for possible injuries before he cups her face, trying to wake her up. ] Sara. Hey, can you hear me? Come on, open your eyes...

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[ He rolls his eyes at that, letting out a deep, pained sigh. ]

Oh come on, not this crap again. Yes, I do know how to have fun. We also know about stuff like that, back in Georgia.

[ She chuckles, brow furrowing a moment as the haze surrounding their conversation the night before starts to come back to her. ]

I teased you about that again, huh? [ She laughs, munching on another piece of meat. ] Well, at least we know I'm consistent.

[ She takes the other knife off the fire, massaging her temple a moment to try and ease the headache there. ]

We should get going.

Couple of times, yeah.

[ He notices how she doesn't entirely remember last night's events, which, while not surprise him, does worry him slightly. He rests a hand on her shoulder, getting her to sit still as he reaches for his med kit again. ]

Hold on. Let me do a quick check-up, first. Just to be sure you're not getting worse.

I'd apologize, but we both know you could use a little more fun in your life.

[ She shoots him a wink, setting the knives back down against the stone and straightening so he can do whatever tests he needs to do. She feels fine, for the most part - a hell of a lot better than the night before, though the headaches still come and go at times. The cut he'd bandaged at her shoulder was healing slowly, though all the moving she'd done in the past few hours had done nothing to stop it bleeding. ]

[ She doesn't seem to be any worse for wear, in fact it looks like the swelling has gone down, and he can't detect anything alarming in his readings. With a sigh, he loads the hypospray with a low dose of analgesic, pressing it to her neck to administer the drug. ]

That should ease some of the pain. Alright, let's-- gather our things and get goin'.

[ He puts all his things away in his med kit, blankets and everything shoved back into the bag so they can head out. ]

[ She can feel the tension in her muscles ease immediately as the hypospray does its work, rolling her shoulders a bit for a moment. ]

Sir, yes, sir.

[ She salutes playfully, getting to her feet and crouching near the fire to pack away the cooked meat into a compartment of her bag. The rest of her weapons get tucked back into their various holsters and she gets to her feet, slinging the bag over her good shoulder. ]

[ Leonard gives her a flat stare at that, though his lips do twitch very faintly. He packs up his own things and carries what he can, making sure they don't leave any strange traces of their presence behind before he follows her out of the cave.

He holds up a field scanner just in case, so they can be sure not to cross paths with anyone else or expose themselves too much as they head up the mountain. It hopefully won't be too lengthy a walk, but keeping at a slow and steady pace means it'll probably take them a while to get to the top. ]

[ She can't help the breath of a chuckle on her lips at his reaction, tucking a few knives and blasters into holsters at her ankles and thighs before following him out of the cave.

The climb is easy at first, but grows rocky and steep as they climb higher. The air is cooler at the higher altitude, but the sun is high in the sky by the time they stop for a break.

Sara perches on a rock to take a few gulps of water, casting a gaze down at the valley below them for any signs of movement. Tugging her communicator out of her pocket, she lifts it to try and pick up a signal. ]

Still nothing. You?

[ Despite the cooler air, the sun warms them considerably, and the climbing also ups his temperature slightly. He's pulling his uniform shirt off when they pause for a break, pulling up the sleeves of his black undershirt, taking a few gulps from his own water before reaching for the sunscreen spray on his kit. Pretty glad he's included that one in there, now. ]

Let me check. Here. [ He hands her the spray so she can apply a layer to any exposed skin, pulling up his own comm device and trying to get some sort of signal. ]

Still dead. Whatever's interfering with communications, it wasn't exclusive to that cave.

[ Their uniforms are meant to adapt to the temperature, somehow. Breathable and insulating - an impressive kind of technology, but more meant for the chill of space than long hikes in the beating sun. Mostly, the long sleeves are just annoying after too long, and she quickly follows his lead in stripping off the top layer of her uniform and tucking into the side of her bag.

She glances over and takes the can from him, applying some of the spray to her arms and shoulders and a bit to her face. ]

It's not just the cave. It's this whole planet. The atmosphere's all messed up. [ She sighs, tucking her comm link into her bag and taking another few sips of water. ]

Scotty's gonna need to work a hell of a lot of magic to beam us back this time.

[ It's true, and as a doctor, Leonard's a great advocate for their uniforms' capabilities, however that shirt is damn filthy right now, and no matter what reason says, it felt hot and uncomfortable. This at least lets him breathe a little easier, and the undershirt's made of the same kind of versatile material, so it'll do just fine to keep him protected. ]

Which means we're probably in for some extended vacation down here.

[ He lets out a soft groan, not looking even a little bit pleased about it. ]

I'd give it... a couple days, three at best, before Jim gets tired of waitin' and just decides to come down here himself. That is, if they can't figure out some other way to pierce through all this interference. Meanwhile, we should find a place to actually settle into and make ourselves as comfortable as we can. Is the cave alright, or do you think we should find someplace with better visibility?

[ He'd defer to her expertise on that. He's admittedly not the most experienced when it comes to survival, but she evidently is. ]

[ There's a chance her gaze lingers on his arms, dragging down to those legendary hands he likes to brag about so much. But eventually she diverts her attention to the trail behind them again, making sure there's no movement in the brush. ]

What, this isn't luxurious to you? Fresh air, the great outdoors, damn good company? You could do a lot worse, you know.

[ She quirks a small smile, downing a bit more water before tucking the canteen back into her pack. ]

Captain's not all that great with patience. And you're one of his favorite crew members. I'll put a bottle of whiskey down we'll see him by sundown tomorrow. [ She gets to her feet, furrowing a brow and scanning the landscape in front of them. ]

The cave is a good backup, if we can't find something livable on higher ground. Let's keep an eye out either way. [ She wipes the sweat from her hairline with the back of her hand, handing him back the bottle of sunscreen. ] You ready?

[ He tries not to brag so much about his legendary hands these days, at least not around her. Things still feel a little awkward, even if they do seem perfectly capable of spending time together and working alongside each other. Honestly, of all the people to get stuck with in the middle of an alien forest, she's probably one of the best options on the ship, if not the best. ]

You've got yourself a deal. [ He nods at her, smiling faintly. Spock's there too, and Leonard's fairly sure that he'll keep Jim in check if he starts getting any reckless ideas.

He nods for now, shouldering his bag again and setting it up in the most comfortable position he can manage. ]

I'm good, yes. Let's get goin'.

[ Concussions aside, she's made a conscious effort lately to try and keep everything friendly and platonic between them. Still, even encountering him in the halls felt awkward and stilted at times - a tight smile, a professional nod, entirely normal for anyone passing by but somehow still leaving a strange after-taste in its wake.

This is the most time they've actually spent together since that night and breakfast the morning after. The realization tugs at her out of nowhere, and for a fleeting moment it's comforting to know they've gotten this far without things getting any more awkward.

She leads the way back up the mountain, picking the way up carefully as the path starts to narrow and the ground starts to turn rocky. The further up they climb, the steeper the drop to their right, jagged rocks jutting out to a sharp angle down the side of the cliff. ]

How are you with heights? [ she asks innocently, the flat of her hand pressing to the stone wall at her left for balance. ]

[ Weird and terrible though it is to think of it in such terms, the truth of the matter is that the fact that they've crashed has probably helped a lot with keeping things more or less comfortable between them. They've got so much to worry about, so much to focus on, that they don't even have the time to allow for awkward silences or ill-considered comments. At most they had a few moments the night before, but then she was quick enough to fall asleep, so there was that.

It probably won't last much longer. Especially if it takes the crew longer than a day to get them out of here. But for now, at least, they have more pressing matters at hand.

Leonard lets out a soft little groan at her question, his eyes going down to the cliff despite his best efforts to keep his eyes fixed ahead. He regrets it almost immediately. ]

Bad. Just-- bad. How much longer until we make it to the top? [ He just doesn't wanna start feeling dizzy now. ]

[ The concussed side of her might have made things a little awkward in her ramblings the night before, but other than that she has to admit things have felt oddly... normal between them. More comfortable than she'd probably be stranded on a foreign planet along with anyone else on the crew, anyway.

At the sound of his grumble, she casts a glance back at him, noting the fleeting gaze he casts down at the rocky cliffs below. ]

Hey. Eyes on me. [ She catches his gaze, holding it firmly a moment. ] Take it slow. Step where I step. Steady breaths. [ She doesn't answer his question, mostly because she doesn't exactly know how much longer they'll be at this. Distance is hard to gauge at this angle, and the path is likely to get worse before it gets better.

She pushes forward, the temperature dropping steeply the further up they climb. Checking back every few moments to make sure he's alright, she maneuvers them a little further before calling back to him. ]

There's a landing up ahead. Not too much further. Still with me, Doc?

[ Leonard looks up the moment she speaks up, his eyes finding her again and nodding. She's right, he's better off looking at her as he follows, rather than looking down. That's just gonna make matters worse. ]

Right...

[ It's more of a mutter to himself, as he gathers himself and resumes the walking. He doesn't look down this time, which, although it doesn't solve the issue entirely, at least helps keep him calm and allows him to keep up the same pace too. ]

Yeah, still here.

[ No, I took a left on the last pointy rock. The hell kinda question is that? Luckily he's a bit out of breath and worried to be his usual charming self, so that remark stays in his head as they walk the rest of the way up to the landing. ]

[ She quiets down to concentrate on the path ahead, picking her way slowly up towards the landing ahead. Reaching up to test the stability of the rock, she hoists herself up and scans the landing before turning to reach down to help him up. ]

This should be far enough. If we can't get signal up here, we're not getting it at all.

[ She grasps his forearms and hauls him up to join her, handing him her water bottle before digging around for her communicator. ]

[ Leonard climbs up and takes a moment to steady his balance, keeping himself very still for fear that the whole damn thing is just gonna topple over without warning. She seems to have the whole comm device thing under control, so he takes a few sips of water while he waits for a verdict. ]

Anything?

[ He manages to sound both hopeful and not at all, somehow. ]

[ She glances over to make sure he's settled, then returns her attention to the communicator. Fiddling with it for a moment, she furrows her brow and taps at it a few times. ]

Still dead. But...

[ She rummages through her bag again, pulling out a small devices that she unfolds into a small satellite dish. Activating it, she waits a moment before returning to her communicator again. ]

Shit. [ She wrinkles her nose, setting the comm device down next to the dish and leaning back against the stone. ]

We'll leave it on for a bit. See if maybe we can pick something up. You hungry?

[ Leonard cranes his neck a bit to get a look at what she's doing. He doesn't think the satellite dish will work, still there's just a spark of hope that he clings to for a few seconds... then he breathes out a quiet, defeated sigh when nothing happens.

He looks at Sara, shaking his head. ] Thanks, but I'm good. How are your injuries doing? Anything you need me to check?

[ The satellite, like most of the technology they've brought with them on this trip, remains undisturbed by any signal - or lack thereof - around them. She curses under her breath at both devices, leaning her head back against the stone and closing her eyes a moment. ]

I'm fine. And if you try scanning me with that thing one more time, I swear to...

[ Her eyes blink open, realization hitting her as she sits upright. ]

Your scanner. It's like the only tech that's worked this whole trip. [ She gestures to his bag. ] Does it send signals? Any data that might be backed up to the ship, maybe?

[ Leonard's about to open his mouth to shoot back that there's nothing wrong with just wanting to be sure she's doing alright, after all she did take the brunt of the damage when they crashed and he doesn't need her slipping into a coma the next time she falls asleep, thanks. Her sudden shift in topic, however, successfully gets his attention. ]

Supposedly no, it only works on much shorter distances, to send information to a PADD or some other sort of computer. But if you want to fiddle with it and see if there's anything you can do, have at it.

[ He hands her the tricorder, holding on for just a moment. ]

Just try not to ruin it completely. It might yet come in handy while we're stuck down here, and I don't have a spare one.

[ It's sweet that he cares and he's a damn good doctor, whatever, whatever. But the gears are already turning in her mind, puzzling together the tools they already have and how she might, somehow, be able to McGyver them together into something, anything that'll reach the Enterprise.

Pausing when he doesn't let go of the tricorder, she narrows her eyes at him, flashing him a smile. ]

Don't you trust me by now, Doc?

[ She winks, taking the device from him and fiddling with it a moment. Frowning, she digs into her bag for a few spare wires to connect it to the small satellite dish and the communicator, brow furrowed as she works. ]

Might wanna get comfortable. Even if I can manage to get this to work, it could be a while until anyone even notices we're sending a signal.

[ For a moment, her gaze flits up to find the position of the sun, low in the clouds and heading towards the horizon. ]

It's gonna get cold up here pretty soon.

[ He doesn't doubt her skills, really, but he also doesn't underestimate their current predicament. He doesn't think getting in touch with the ship will be that easy. Then again, maybe they don't need to actually be able to communicate with them; just a faint beacon to let them know they're alive and more or less where they are should already help plenty. ]

Just don't want you to wreck it completely, is all.

[ It's not that he can't do his job without it, but it's an incredibly useful tool, especially when they're stuck in a place like this. He nods and reaches for his backpack, pulling out the blankets again once she mentions how cold it'll get. ]

I've got a couple spare sweaters. Just let me know when you start getting too cold.

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