Author's Notes:
My final drabble for Challenge 416: Grip at tw100.

Spoilers: Fragments.

Summary: Catching a Pterodactyl is not an exact science.

This wasn’t how it was supposed to go, Jack thought as he clung to the Pterodactyl’s leg, high above the warehouse floor. He’d meant to inject it while it was on the ground, but when it launched itself into the air, he’d reacted automatically, grabbing on to keep it from getting away. It was one hell of a wild ride!

On the bright side, he’d managed to administer the tranquillizer, despite the awkward angle and only having one hand to work with.

On the down side, he was fast losing his grip.

Falling into Jones’s arms was an unexpected bonus.

The End