Author's Note: Thanks to all who have reviewed so far! I will freely admit that I didn't think anyone would read this, so thank you thank you thank you! After reading everyone's reviews, I've made some changes, so I would recommend starting from the beginning to make sure you catch all of the changes. For those of you who are just joining us, I know that this crossover may have you scratching your head and going "What the f***?" but bear with me!

A special thanks to remerkaba for suggesting the title!


Stargate 4077

"Sorry to interrupt the party folks but we've got some uninvited guests. Incoming wounded!" the PA blared in the middle of lunch.

"Remind me to thank them for saving me from the meatloaf," Captain Benjamin Franklin "Hawkeye" Pierce quipped as he departed the mess tent at high speed.

"Me too," Captain BJ Hunnicutt agreed. Two ambulances had pulled in; he climbed into the second while Hawkeye took the first.

"Rogers," Hawkeye greeted the young corpsman. "What've we got?"

"Nothing too bad in this bus, Captain," Rogers replied. "But in the other bus--"

"Hawkeye!" Father Mulcahy's voice cut off Roger's. "BJ needs you immediately!"

"Okay Father." Hawkeye turned to Major Houlihan, who had just boarded. "Can you take care of these guys?"

"Of course. Go," she responded. Hawkeye squeezed past her and headed for the other bus. Climbing in, he found that only four stretchers were in use. BJ was standing over the one on the top right.

"What's up, Beej?" he asked.

"Please tell me that I'm not hallucinating," BJ stated, stepping aside so that Hawkeye could see the patient: A tall, African-American in desert-camo uniform pants and brown sleeveless shirt lay on the stretcher, his bare arms covered in cuts and a large burn on his right shoulder. As Hawkeye approached, he saw that there was an unusual gold marking on the man's forehead. "What's with the tattoo?" Hawkeye wondered.

"I don't know," BJ responded, "but look at this." He lifted the man's shirt, revealing an X-shaped cut in the man's stomach. "Have you ever seen anything like this?"

"No," Hawkeye responded. In the back of his mind, he wondered if they were seeing a new torture technique from the North Koreans. Regardless, this man needed their help, and so did the others. "We'll figure it out later," Hawkeye told his friend. "For now we'll treat those cuts and that burn. What about the others?"

"These two," BJ motioned to the man and woman who occupied the left side of the bus, "have dog tags, but these two," the black man and the guy below him, "don't, despite the uniforms. And I can't find any rank insignia on any of them."

"I meant injuries, Beej." Hawkeye was already next to his friend, triaging the woman who occupied the stretcher across from the African-American. "Since when were women in front-line units?"

"I didn't think they were. I've got singed nasal hair on both of these guys."

"Same here."

"What've we got, boys?" Both captains turned to find their CO, Colonel Potter, standing in the aisle behind them.

"All four are unconscious, with burns, cuts, scrapes," BJ reported.

"As well as likely concussions and possible smoke inhalation," Hawkeye chipped in. "There's also this," he added showing Potter the weird cut on the black guy's stomach.

"That's different." The older man thought things over for a moment. "Okay, get them through OR as fast as possible and then put 'em in the VIP tent with round-the-clock watch."

Hawkeye and BJ nodded. "Anything major?" Hawkeye asked the colonel while BJ called for the corpsman.

Potter shook his head. "Not really. Aside from these four the worst is a broken leg," he said as they headed for the changing area. "Apparently the ambulances were on their way here with the fellas up front when they found these four on the side of the road. Seeing the state they were in, they decided to bring 'em along." By now, they were both in scrubs and had washed up. "Regardless of where they come from," Potter continued, "we'll treat 'em like anyone else."

"Right," Hawkeye acknowledged as they stepped into the OR. Moving to the side of the African-American with the gold tattoo, Hawkeye spoke to the nurse. "Okay Kellye, pass me a sponge."