Sheppard, Rodney, Ronon, and Teyla were taking their normal lunch break in the mess hall when the gate alarm sounded. The halls were crowded as they ran past many scientists and other military officials. Taking the nearest transporter to the gate room they turned a corner and came out from the hall to the left of the main staircase.

Dr. Weir was already in position in the command room shouting orders.

The guards near the gate let off their safety caps and were aiming at the wormhole. Sheppard hurried forward along with Ronon and Teyla, armed and ready for the signal. Rodney went to the DHD device and read out the code.

"Incoming message from. . .wait. . .that's not possible." Rodney gripped the side of the machine as his eyes stared at the incoming info on the screen.

"Rodney!" Dr. Weir shouted impatiently.

"Yes. . .yes, well you see the address isn't like anything I've seen before. I don't even think it should be compatible with. . ."

"Get to the point Rodney!" Sheppard said.

"It's not from this galaxy. Or any other one we've ever heard of."

The alarms went off again and an object came flying through the gate. The second it hit the floor the wormhole vanished and the room went silent. The guards stepped forward to assess the situation. Sheppard and the gang proceeded past the lower level infantry.

To everyone's complete surprise there was a figure wrapped up tightly from head to toe in dirtied white linens. It quite easily resembled a mummy. The body was still.

"Okay. . ." Sheppard looked at Teyla and Ronon in confusion before turning around to look up at Dr. Weir and Rodney now looking over the balcony.

"It's. . .a dead body." He stated.

Turning his attention back to the 'new arrival' Sheppard lowered his weapon and motioned for the rest of the guards to do the same.

Dr. Weir turned back to Rodney.

"Can we redial that address from here?"

Rodney returned to the DHD console and looked at the incoming address they had received.

"It's absolutely impossible. There are five more chevrons required then what we have on our gate. And half of the glyphs alone aren't even on ours."

Dr. Weir turned back to the gate and Sheppard.

"Right, let's take the body out of here to one of the labs." She proceeded down the stairs towards the team.

"Dr. Zelenka, do you have an empty examination table in Lab 5?" She pressed a button on her headset, looking off at a patch of wall as she transmitted the message.

There was a crackle in the earpiece then the familiar accent of Radek came through.

"Yes there's slot open at the moment. What can I do for you?"

As Dr. Weir explained that she was going to have someone bring him down a body to examine, Sheppard inspected the body even more.

He had this awful feeling in his gut that something wasn't right. Loosening his grip on the gun, seeing that he didn't need its protection, Sheppard stepped forward till he was a few inches away from the body.

"Have you seen anything like this before?" He turned to look at both Teyla and Ronon. Teyla shook her head slowly and glanced to Ronon. The big guy took a look at the body again and shrugged his shoulder.

"I was on the run most of the time. Didn't meet people often and when I did I didn't stay long enough to find out about their customs."

Sheppard said nothing and glanced down at the body again. He nudged his foot against its side and turned it over.

A muffled groan of pain came from the linen wrapped head. The team, startled by the noise, lifted their guns on instinct and pointed at the body as it shifted very slightly.

"Dr. Weir! We need a medic! Get Carson down here NOW!"

John handed his weapon to Teyla blindly and knelt by the body. Its movements were increasing and the sounds of anguished pain could be clearly heard throughout the room.

He flipped out a pocket knife within seconds and began stripping away the linen around the face. Layer upon layer came off and for a while the person stopped moving.

For a moment John was afraid who ever it was had suffocated. But when he pulled back one last strip away from the face, a mouth was revealed.

The lips parted and took in large gasps of air. John continued stripping away the linen on the face until he heard the sounds of the gurney being rolled quickly towards them.

Stopping, he looked up and felt relieved when he saw Carson and two other medical officers coming over in a rush.

He backed off and Carson took his spot kneeling on the floor. The other medics went to each end and grabbed hold.

"Alright then lads, one. . . two. . ." And on three they lifted the person up and onto the awaiting gurney.

Within seconds the body was strapped safely down to the gurney and they were rushing off down the corridor towards the medical bay.

Sheppard dismissed Teyla and Ronon and followed after the medics.

Hanging a quick right down the hall he took the transporter over to the medical bay.

The moment he stepped through the door the place was already in an uproar of movement and noise. Five medical officers along with Carson were already at work huddled over the body.

Each of them had a pair of scissors and was rapidly cutting the linen away from the body. A scream of pain escaped from the group and two other medics came over with a large array of equipment.

The body itself was barely seen through the cracks of the medics at work. Another cry of anguish and he just couldn't take it any more. John walked to within a safe distance and spoke to Carson.

"Can't you do something for the pain?" He hissed between gritted teeth as he glared at the Scottish doctor.

"No, not yet I'm afraid. Until we get these wrappings off we won't be able to put in an IV line." The doctor sighed and hurried his pace of cutting.

He was working on the face and had finally gotten to the last layer. He pulled the cloth off the face and uncovered the nose, eyes, and a slight amount of gold hair.

"Can ya hear me, love?" Carson flipped out a small flashlight from one of his lab coat pockets and shined them in the eyes. Wide pools of blue stared back at him, flinching at the brightness of the light.

Convulsions started taking hold of the person and they shook manically.

"Her hearts going into shock." Carson stated as he ripped at the cloth on her chest.

Clear, smooth skin was revealed and John tried his best to keep his eyes off what he knew he shouldn't look at. Instead he glanced at the face of the girl.

By Earth standards she was young. Most likely not a day over 20. It disgusted him knowing that someone had wrapped her up alive like they did. And from the pain and convulsions he couldn't be sure if that was all they did.

Maybe she had been beaten. Tortured?

The doctors soon dispersed from her side and cleared away the linen wrappings.

"I need a sedative now!" Carson's voice called as he and another medic were holding the girls body down to the gurney.

A man prepped the syringed at a table on the other side of the room and came running with it poised and ready to go.

Carson took it from him and glanced over at John.

"Get over here and hold her arm straight for me."

John asked no questions and grabbed the girls right wrist and held it down to the bed. His other hand resting firmly on her shoulder, pushing down.

Carson flicked the side of the syringe and pushed the end until a drop of liquid beaded at the tip.

Within seconds of injecting the sedative the girl began to grow still and the shouting of pain soon ceased as well. John let go of her and took a step back as a group of doctors came over and began to start up an IV line.

"What the hell was that about?" He said angrily at the doctor.

"Well, I can't be sure until I get the blood tests back but I'm thinking she's been poisoned."

"Poisoned?"

"Aye, lad. And a particularly nasty one too, I should think." Carson walked around to the other side of the bed and lifted up the girls arm.

"See this cut right here?" He pointed to a deep, ugly cut on her upper arm. John took a step closer to get a better look.

"The edge of the wound is tinged in a gruesome green bruise that looks to be spreading quite rapidly."

"And what does that mean for her?" John asked though he wasn't sure if he really wanted to know.

"Well she was obviously injured by a poisoned weapon of some kind, but it's my guess that this wound isn't even an hour old." One of the lower medics came up to them and handed Carson a swap. The doctor took a sample of the gooey looking substance in the wound before capping it off and giving it back.

"Get this analyzed as soon as possible. We need to know what we're dealing with."

The man nodded and left after taking a few blood samples from the newly installed IV line.

"How long before she wakes up?" John asked.

Carson looked thoughtful for a few moments. "At least not for another six hours. Maybe longer."

John nodded his head unconsciously. His radio gave a little crackling noise before Dr. Weir's voice came through over the intercom.

"Colonel Sheppard?"

He clicked the speaker button as he left Carson and left the infirmary.

"Yeah. What is it?" Another crackle followed.

"Debriefing now. My office."

"On my way."