It was chaos. Just like it always was. They didn't have any advantage of surprise, since the gate was loud and animated when dialing up, and the Jaffa on the other side who'd been attacking SG-4 had known someone was coming through to help. Otherwise the humans holding the gate would have went through when they had the chance. So they'd fallen back, concentrating on trying to break through the gunfire of the other group of humans – the ones they had pinned.

The problem there was that not only were the humans fighting like three or four times their number – despite having wounded – but they were also in a highly defendable position. A small gully that couldn't be overrun and surrounded by heavy brush that was almost impossible to get through easily. Especially for big men in heavy armor.

When the humans came through the gate, they came unchallenged. When several of them broke off from the main group and headed through the brush, though, the Jaffa started firing at them.

"SG-10! This is O'Neill! We're coming in hot from your west and drawing heavy fire. We'd prefer none of it came from you!"

Despite the pain of a broken shoulder – which really made firing a machine gun hurt – the CO of SG-10 smiled as she keyed her radio.

"We hear you coming, Colonel! We've got beer in the fridge!"

"Save me a cold one..."

Jack fired at a Jaffa who showed just a bit too much of himself, and he went down, just as Teal'c's staff weapon fired over Jack's shoulder and took down another. The Jaffa were thick in this spot, which was hopefully the only place they were. Everyone knew that they were fighting not only the ones that had been pinning SG-10, but also the ones that had been attacking SG-4. Of course they were thick. On the plus side, with that many it would be hard to miss with a scattering weapon like a machine gun.

The Jaffa were furious fighters, but they were now pinned themselves. Between the bullets from SG-10 and the bullets from SG-1, and 3. The crossfire – once the rescuers got close enough to make it a tight fight – was devastating, and the Jaffa were forced to fall back a little. Which was good and bad for O'Neill's group. Good because it eased up the amount of fire they were taking, and bad because it spread the Jaffa out even more, which was dangerous.

"SG-8, bring em in!"

"Let's go!"

SG-8 and the band of medics went swarming from the safety of the gate, running hard with backboards and stretchers and carrying only the most necessary of equipment. SG-3 and Jack's team were now very much aware that they had noncombatants on the field, and the gunfire picked up as they tried to clear an even better alley for the medics to run through. They did, too.

Only a few stray bolts of energy blasts rocketed through the air between the corridor SG-3 was making and a moment later Janet was diving into a gully – or tripping, but diving sounded better – and landing next to a blood-smeared Sergeant she didn't know much more than by name, but knew to be a member of SG-10.

"Am I glad to see you!"

Janet smiled and ripped open a field dressing, pressing it against his cheek, which was torn open and gaping. When one of her corpsmen dropped down next to her carrying a stretcher, she had him hold that bandage in place and started looking for more injuries.

"We'll get you out of here," She told the Sergeant, sliding her hand under his tattered jacket and vest, feeling for another wound. He was far too still for there to be only one injury. Sure enough, her hand came away bloody, and she ripped open the remaining pieces of his jacket to expose a nasty staff wound. "Just hang on, okay?"

"Yes, Ma'am."

Janet pulled out another dressing, and a roll of tape to hold it on, and bent to her work, completely unaware of the Jaffa that were sneaking up on her and the people she was with.

"SG-1! We have four people down on SG-10! The medics are working on them, now!"

"Get them out of there," Jack yelled into his mike. The Jaffa must have had reinforcements coming from somewhere as well, because it seemed like the return fire was getting thicker and thicker. "We're not going to be able to hold forever!"

"Yes, Sir!"

The CO of SG-8 grabbed up his SG-10 counterpart, carefully draping her over his shoulder in a fireman's carry, and then looking over to see Doctor Fraiser wrapping a bandage around the chest of a young Sergeant.

"We've got to get out of here, doc! Colonel O'Neill is taking heavy fire!"

"Go!" Janet said, waving a bloody hand at her medics who were all working feverishly to get their patients stable enough to move safely. "Get going! We're right behind you!"

She finished what she was doing, and gestured for the corpsman who'd been helping her to put a stretcher under the young man and the two of them rolled him onto it as gently as they could.

"Easy! We're going, now..."

He nodded, trying to hide just how badly he hurt. He was a Sergeant, after all, and Sergeants didn't cry. Everyone knew that!

OOOOOOOOO

"Jack!"

Daniel's position was suddenly taking the brunt of the return fire, and he knew that he wasn't going to be able to handle it on his own. He was getting better and better with guns as the years went by, but he still didn't have that knack for them that Jack and Sam did, and he knew he never would. He couldn't keep up the constant barrage of firing that Jack could, and he was close to running out of ammunition for his machine pistol – and he'd need cover while he put in a new clip.

O'Neill was there instantly, with Teal'c covering him as well, and Jack reconverging on their position as well. The yellow lab had been romping through the brush, flushing out Jaffa who were trying to sneak in under the weapons fire. The problem with a crawling Jaffa was that they were very vulnerable to an attack, and Jack used this to his advantage, ripping into legs and calves mostly, although occasionally he'd attack one from the front and get a piece of an arm or a hand. Then, of course, the Jaffa would lunge to his feet to get away – or to attack – and would be mowed down by SG-3 or 1. It was an effective system.

"Reload, Daniel!" Jack called, hearing the tell-tale click of an empty clip. Jack saw a movement from the right, just as Teal'c saw one from the left, and both turned and fired. Two more Jaffa fell. And were immediately replaced by others.

Daniel pulled another clip from his vest and started loading it into the stock of his weapon when he saw a pair of Jaffa rising up from the brush right in front of him – no more than twenty feet.

"Jack!"

The yellow lab reacted instantly, launching himself at the closest one. The white teeth flashed and there was a startled cry of pain as the Jaffa suddenly found his wrist slashed wide open. The staff weapon dropped, and the yellow lab pressed his advantage, snarling furiously and ripping at ay skin he could find exposed.

O'Neill turned at the sound of his name as well, and his weapon came up. As Jack (the dog) took down the closest one, Jack's machine gun fired – far closer to Daniel than was comfortable for the archeologist, although Jack was positive of his aim or he'd never have fired. The Jaffa dropped, and Jack turned his attention back to the Jaffa that had been coming up beside him.

Too late.

The distraction of saving Daniel had been an instant too long, and the staff weapon fired before Jack could get his gun completely back up and targeting. O'Neill felt a searing pain in his shoulder as the blast hit him, and despite his best intentions to stay on his feet, the force of the blow spun him and knocked him to the ground.

"O'Neill!"

Teal'c dispatched his own Jaffa, and then killed the one that had just shot Jack. Both went down in a heap.

"SG-1, this is 3! We're taking casualties!"

"As are we!" Teal'c called into his radio. "We must get the medical teams cleared!"

"We're bringing the wounded now!" Came the voice of SG-8's CO, slightly out of breath. But so was everyone else.

Daniel dropped to the ground next to O'Neill, leaving Teal'c to cover them both.

"Jack!"