Jack gasped awake, and then groaned as the sharp piece of metal that had killed him slid to the floor. He tried to move and found he was still pinned by the rubble.
“Are you dead?” called Sam from somewhere close by.
“Never for long,” answered Jack. “Got your ass out like I told you?”
The rubble shifted next to him. “How did you know that demon was going to explode?” asked Sam.
“Not a demon. They’re from Baraxis Prime. You don’t want to get in an argument with them.”
“I can see why.” Sam got a hole open and pulled Jack out to safety.
Jack coughed and leaned on him a moment before leaning in to kiss him. “Thanks,” he grinned.
“Really wish you’d quit making a habit of it,” muttered Sam.
“You’re always worth it Sam, and besides, I always come back.” Jack touched his cheek.
Grumbling and looking away, Sam helped him to their truck.
