We Made It!
John and the rest of his team emerged through the event horizon to arrive in the control room safe and sound on Atlantis and out of breath.
Bending over John tried to slowing his breathing enough to speak. "Ha, I distinctly remember someone say, 'We're not gonna make it.'" He pointed a finger at Rodney. "But I think we made it."
Rodney huffed and crossed his arms, his lips pressed together in almost a pout. "Yeah we did, but we're not in the greatest shape. We're all wounded, we shouldn't have gone into that valley. I told you that I had a bad feeling. And look what happened!"
Rolling his eyes at Rodney's whining, John looked over his team. Well Rodney was right on a few counts; the other two team members weren't in good shape, but they'd live. Teyla had a through and through bullet wound in her arm and a few cuts and scratches on her face from their mad dash through the dense woods surrounding the valley. Ronan was worse off, he'd taken a arrow in the leg but had managed to keep up out of sheer willpower. Now that they had stopped Ronan was looking a little shaky. John knew he wasn't much better, his arm ached from a bullet graze or two.
Last of all John scanned Rodney, who on the other hand looked fine.
"What's wrong with you?" John demanded with a wave of his hand.
Rodney held up his finger. "I have this nasty hangnail and it won't stop bleeding. It really hurts."
John drew a deep breath trying very hard not to laugh, but when Ronan snickered, John lost it. After a few minutes he regained control."Well why don't we head to the infirmary. I'm sure Beckett can get you fixed up."
Looking very insulted Rodney led the way. "It really does hurt you know." Then he was gone.