AN: Haha, I finally got it up, didn't think I would did ya? Well that was just a little side note for those who read my other story, for those of you who're new to my SGA fics, howdy! The series may be over but my fics will not be. Besides, we can all look forward to the movie, and the new Stargate series.

Disclaimer: Wow... if I owned the show… well we can all dream can't we? Don't own it, never will.

Warning: WHUMP! Major Carson whump in this story. Whump for some others too but mainly Carson cause I just love it. If you don't like to see your favorite characters hurt leave now.

A Doctor?

Carson trudged stubbornly through the thick forest; once again he had been dragged out of his infirmary and off world. From what John described to him they found a village, primitive to the level that they could barley treat a cold which Carson had to remind John there was no cure for. They said the heir to the village has fallen ill with a disease their people have rarely survived from. To Carson it sounded like meningitis, so he loaded his case with the necessary treatments and a few others in case he was wrong.

"Rodney," Carson began as he followed the scientist back to the village which seemed considerably further away then what he had in mind. "Exactly how much further?"

"I don't know, Carson," Rodney said exasperatedly. "We couldn't get too close because of the tree coverage and because we don't want to scare these people. They are primitive and if a jumper suddenly landed in their village they might, for lack of better word, freak out." They arrived by stargate but the people here built their village as far away from the strange technology as possible. They learned of the people here by Teyla who didn't know too much about them, only that the village was far and they were very secluded. They took the jumper to cover some of the mass distance, they got about halfway before they put down.

"That's actually two words." Carson corrected.

"Not if you hyphen it."

"Did ya hyphen it?"

A pause. "Yes."

The doctor chuckled as they climbed over a thick fallen tree and Rodney's headset went off. "Hey, Rodney, you back with the Doc yet?"

"Yeah," Rodney said as he struggled over the large trunk. "He's here, we're at that stupid tree."

"So you're not far?" John tried to clarify.

"No, not far."

He heard him sigh heavily. "Good, the people here are freakin' crazy I wanna get outta here, but now that Carson knows about the sick guy I don't think that's likely, is it?"

"No, probably not." Rodney said glancing back to Carson who was getting over the log with more ease then he did, it made making him sneer slightly.

"In that case we'll meet you on the outskirts of the village in about ten minutes, Sheppard out."

"Alright," Rodney said and turned back to Carson. "We'll be there soon, we're meeting the team outside the village so we can talk."

"What's there ta talk about?"

"How crazy they are." Rodney mumbled.

Soon the pair reached a thin stream and began to follow it, Rodney knew the water lead directly into the village so they would be there within minutes now. Sure enough after about three minutes of following the stream they saw the three familiar faces of John, Ronon and Teyla.

"Oh finally," he heard Carson mutter from behind him.

"Good to see ya, Doc," John greeted meeting them halfway.

"Likewise," he grinned as Ronon stepped forward and took the large cases from him as if they were light as a feather. "Thank you, lad."

"Alright, I'm gonna be upfront with you upfront, Doc," John said in a low voice just in case the locals were near. "They haven't even figured out how to make gunpowder yet. They have fire, that's about it. So ya know, don't get to technical with them, when we told them what we were holding guns, which we had to explain what that was, they laughed and didn't believe us until we gave them a presentation."

"Then they took them." Ronon grumbled, obviously not happy with being parted from his weapon.

"Well a lot of places do that," John argued. "We'll get them back when we leave. I wish we could leave now…"

"It is not right for us to abandon these people simply because they are not as technologically advanced as we are." Teyla interjected, always the sensible one. "They have a right to be healed just as much as any other civilization we've come across."

"Well some of the civilizations we've come across were pretty nasty." John mumbled.

"I think I understand, John." Carson said holding up his hand. "Now how about I go cure this lad before he gets much worse, dependin' on how far his condition is advanced I'm not sure there's much I can do for him without takin' him back to Atlantis, I take it they don't have a medical doctor here?"

"Oh no," Rodney laughed. "No, they have a spiritual healer." He said with air quotes.

"It is not right to ridicule their beliefs." Teyla scolded as they entered the village.

Rodney grumbled, kicking at the dirt as they approached a man standing before them in white robes with equally white hair and a potbelly. Carson got the hint right away he was the elder of the village, or the ruler, or king, or whatever he called himself. The man looked him up and down with disapproval evident in his face, he didn't smile when Carson did in greeting he just stared.

"Welcome to Corinis," he said in a deep commanding voice. "I am Tnuk, the leader of our noble town, I am told you possess certain healing properties unknown to our kind that could make my son well again."

"Well," Carson began. "I hope I do, then maybe I can help the young, lad."

He raised an eyebrow at the manor of his speech but didn't say anything. "I will show you to our healer, Irion's, hut, you can arrange yourself with him."

"Thank ya." Carson said allowing himself to be lead to the building that wasn't exactly a hut, it was made from rock heavy rock and looked ot be two stories but he couldn't be sure. The door was made of solid wood, and the lock was something the group had never seen before.

The second Carson walked in he was met face to face with a short balding man who kept his hands folded in front of him. He had a straight back and though he didn't quite reach Carson's height the glint in his eye let Carson know he was not a force to be trifled with. "Hello," he said with a friendly tone none the less. "I'm Dr. Carson Beckett." He greeted as the rest of the team entered in behind him, Ronon putting down the cases on a stand nearby.

"Ah, yes, the thing you call doctor. Sounds an awful lot like witchcraft to me." He sneered.

"Oh, I assure ye, it's anythin' but. I could show ye some of my methods as I treat the lad. Speakin' o' which, where is he? I'd like ta get started right away if ya don't mind. Time is critical."

"He boy is in the last bed, we did not want his demonic auras infecting the others." The spiritual man said in monotone glowering at Carson, he was obviously not happy with him interfearing.

As the team watched Carson disappear into the back of the building with Irion staying close behind him, a couple of them moved to follow him but they were stopped by Tnuk. "Let them be, they are both men of healing, they have much in common to discuss."

John raised an eyebrow and murmured to himself. "I don't those two have much in common."

"Did you hear that about witchcraft?" Rodney asked them quietly as they left the building. "You don't think… seriously?"

"I was on a planet like this once," Ronon said keeping his eye glued to Tnuk. "They depend on the Gods to heal the sick, I think that's what that guy in there is, supposed to be some sort of medium." The group had only been there a few hours before they called Carson in, Ronon or Teyla hadn't put it together what sort of people they were.

"Well," John said swallowing a lump in his throat. "Carson can be a religious man."

"Not like this." Ronon grunted.

"Should we not be helping?" Teyla asked. "I was not aware their religious beliefs went this far, perhaps maybe Carson's medical knowledge would offend them?"

Rodney shook his head. "Probably but Carson won't leave now, if he thinks he can or has even the slightest hunch he can fix the problem whether it be meningitis or not, he'll do it and he's not leaving until he can. Unless, of course, all hope is lost."

"We'll see what happens," John murmured keeping his eye on Tnuk to make sure he didn't overhear them from where he stood ahead of them. "If things start going downhill we'll get the heck outta here and head back to the jumper."

"We have arranged this room for you." Tnuk said ending their conversation as he motioned to another building. "I hope it is to your liking, my apologies we can not supply you with more."

"Oh no," Teyla said with a smile. "It is wonderful; we thank you for your hospitality."

"You are a sweet child." He said with a shadow of a smile. "I will leave you to your quarters; night will be coming upon us soon which means dinner will begin. I pray you will all be joining us in the palace, you are, after all, our guests."

"Sure." John said with a half smile.

"I will have someone come and fetch you when it is time." He said before tuning sharply on his heel and leaving.

The group walked into their new home for the next night or so and looked around. It was plain, there were five beds made up for them, presumably one more Carson when he returned from the healers quarters. There were a couple chests in the room, probably to hold spare blankets or personal items of whoever stayed in the room. A fireplace sat on one of the walls with a small box beside it, they assumed they were matches

"Cozy." Rodney commented collapsing down on one of the beds. "So, tomorrow, we're leaving right?"

John gave him a sideways glance as he stood in the center of the room. "Hopefully, if the Doc can show these people how to treat that boy."

"And if he can't?" Ronon asked.

"Then we'll take it from there, jeez, what's with you guys."

Ronon gave a halfhearted shrug and peeked out one of the windows as if expecting someone to pop out and attack them. "I don't like this place."

"I'm gonna have to agree with, Caveman." Rodney said with his eyes closed and his hands behind his head. "A little creepy here, and doing this job I've seen my fair share of creepy places."

"What would you say is so… creepy about it?" Teyla asked sitting down, she knew the term but they used it many times in various situations.

Rodney shrugged. "I dunno, hard to explain." He said but didn't elaborate any further.

Teyla raised an eyebrow but remained silent, in fact they all remained silent. Something was bothering them, they couldn't quite tell what it was but something about this place just didn't seem right.