A/N: I own nothing. Read and Review!! I usually try to finish a story before i start another one, so every one who read my 'Could it Ever be Uneventful' story, i will attempt to finish it shortly. I'm at a loss for where to take it, though.

"Colonel Sheppard to the conference room, immediately," the voice of Richard Woolsey's echoed through the halls of Atlantis

"Colonel Sheppard to the conference room, immediately," the voice of Richard Woolsey's echoed through the halls of Atlantis. John Sheppard sighed, putting down his orange jell-o and cool whip. As he stood up, he rethought the decision of forsaking his mid-day snack and picked it back up. On his way to the conference room, his mind casually searched for a reason 'immediately' was tacked on to the page he just received. When he arrived, Woolsey was waiting impatiently, drumming his fingers on the table.

"You beckoned?" he inquired, taking a seat across from Woolsey.

"We have a problem. Major Lorne's team was supposed to return earlier this morning. We were able to contact them, for a few seconds, before we lost the connection. It didn't sound good. There was shooting, and Major Lorne was desperately calling for backup. I would like for your team to escort doctors Keller and Beckett to the planet."

Sheppard nodded thoughtfully. "Going to a hostile planet, with an inevitable firefight and medical emergencies to look forward to. It's a good thing this never gets old. I'll get my team together." He and Woolsey stood up and left the room.

20 minutes later:

SGA-1, Beckett, and Keller entered the gate room, and the gate whooshed to life. Sheppard gave Beckett an encouraging pat on the back. No matter how hard he tried, Carson Beckett had never been able to hide his look of dread every time he was called off-world. He took a deep breath and stepped through the gate. On the other side, all of his fears were reinforced. It was barely a minute before the rescue team found themselves taking cover.

The firefight didn't last very long, before it went sour. The extent at which they were outnumbered was impossible, and after Sheppard took a bullet to the thigh, they gave up. Sheppard instructed his team to put down their weapons and put their hands up, while Beckett attempted to treat his leg. Before he could even stop the bleeding, they were dragged to their feet.

Their captors were silent as they dragged the team through the forest. After twenty minutes, they finally arrived at a large complex, complete with a foreboding front door. Door after door was slammed behind them as they were led through the winding corridors. The silence was broken by a blood curdling scream, followed by a loud bang. Both Carson Beckett and Jennifer Keller's stomachs flipped. That was a scream of anguish. Someone was in serious agony. A few short corners later, and the team was roughly thrown into a cell. To their horror, Major Lorne's team was not present.

"Where are they?" Ronon asked impatiently.

"I have no idea. They must be locked up somewhere else," Sheppard answered him. It was clear that everyone was trying to dismiss the scream they had all heard earlier.

"John, sit down, and I'll fix up you leg," Carson instructed, unzipping his medical bag that he'd been able to hold on to. John did as he was told, though he clearly wanted to just find Lorne and his team. He clenched his teeth as Carson put pressure on his leg, attempting to stem the bleeding. The wound was relatively shallow, and it didn't take long for the bleeding to stop. Beckett secured a bandage over the wound, and stood up.

After a few minutes of nervous pacing and waiting, they were relieved and alarmed when the door opened and a completely limp Major was thrown in, followed by the rest of the team, all looking very beat down.