Jack winced when Daniel rolled him over.

"Don't grab, Daniel," he complained. "I'm not dead."

He was hurt, but it wasn't anything too serious. Certainly not worth Daniel getting upset about.

"Are you all right?"

"No. Help me up."

Daniel pulled Jack to his feet, and handed him his P-90, which he'd dropped when he'd been hit. Jack was already on the radio.

"SG-8, what's your status?"

"We're coming out, now, Sir! We have two medics and one soldier unaccounted for, but the Jaffa are swarming us, and we can't get back to them!"

"Shit." Jack thought for a moment as Daniel and Teal'c resumed firing at the Jaffa. "SG-5, what's your status?"

"The gate is dialed, Sir! We've started putting injured people and medics through! All others are waiting on you and 3!"

"Roger! I want your team to come here and give us some back up. We've got to get the door open again!" Meaning they needed to get to the trapped people.

"We're on our way, Sir!"

"SG-4, hold the gate, and keep it open!"

"Aye, aye, Sir! We'll be ready when you are!"

There was a loud burst of gunfire from somewhere behind them, and Jack knew SG-5 was already on the way, guns blazing as they cut their way back through the Jaffa who were trying to cut 1, 3 and whatever medics and wounded might still be out there, off from the rest of the teams.

"Teal'c!" Jack yelled over the sound of trees being murdered. "We've got to get to those trapped people!"

"I am ready, O'Neill!"

"Daniel?"

"Ready, Jack!"

They were the spearheads, still, after all, and this was their assignment. Jack looked down at his bleeding shoulder, realized he wasn't going to be able to fire his gun with much accuracy, and slung it over his back and pulled out his Beretta.

"Let's go!"

OOOOOOOOOOO

"Let's go!" Janet called, grabbing one end of the stretcher and waiting for the corpsman to take up the other before standing up.

"Not like that!" The wounded soldier yelled, trying to warn them not to expose themselves to the weapons fire by standing upright like Janet just had. Fraiser looked down at him, unsure what he meant.

"Get down!" He yelled, rolling off the stretcher in a frenzy and landing with a groan. The corpsman dropped his end of the stretcher and dropped next to him to see what was wrong with him, and Janet turned to do the same when she caught a movement out of the corner of her eye. A Jaffa had stood up when she did and was pointing a staff weapon at her.

She froze.

Jaffer didn't.

The black lab had been doing pretty much the same thing his brother was doing; running through the heavy brush, flushing out Jaffa who were trying to get too close to those in the gully. Jaffer wasn't going for just legs and hands though. He never did. The Jaffa who found themselves facing the big dog also found themselves soon bleeding from scalp wounds if they weren't wearing protective helmets – and not all of them were in the heavy brush – or hamstrung if the lab had snuck up behind them. Jaffer was dead on accurate with his teeth, and he'd had a lot of practice – both in the field and in training – when it came to taking out a full-grown man.

Aware that he was too far away from the Jaffa, Jaffer lunged at Janet, slamming into her and easily knocking the doctor over, even as the staff weapon went off. She gasped in pain when the energy bolt struck her a glancing blow, the force of the blow spinning her and knocking her to the ground on top of her patient, who tried to catch her and ease the fall – even though it really hurt to have someone fall on you when you were already hurt and bleeding.

"Jaffer!"

He didn't turn. Now that she was out of the way, he was free to take care of the Jaffa. Through a haze of pain, Janet struggled to her knees, holding her side tightly and looking down to make sure the Sergeant was okay – more or less – and then looking over to where the black lab had just vanished into the brush.

"Doctor?"

"I'm fine."

Where had she picked up that particular response? Even through her pain and shock, Janet had to find the humor in that. Humor that vanished instantly when she saw two more Jaffa coming through the brush towards them.

The Sergeant's weapon was close by, and the corpsman picked it up, knowing he had a better chance of hitting anything with that than he did with his own pistol. The medics were trained in the field, but not extensively, and they weren't all the best of shots. Before he could fire, though, Jaffer was there, snarling and tearing, his teeth flashing and snapping, and blood spraying from the closest Jaffa's throat as the black lab found his favorite target.

"Shit!"

Even Janet – who knew how ferocious the dog could be – turned a little green at the sight. Jaffer's jaws clamped down tight once he had a grip and he shook his head, apparently trying to pull the Jaffa's whole head off. The three in the gully simply watched, frozen, at the gruesome sight.

The second Jaffa had been frozen by the sight as well, but only momentarily. He raised his weapon, pointing it not at any of the humans, but at the black lab. Jaffer snarled at him around the mouthful of throat he had, as if daring him, but before the Jaffa could fire, a bolt shot by Janet's shoulder and hit the Jaffa square in the face. Pieces of him flew everywhere, making what Jaffer was doing look like a romp in the park. Now even the Sergeant looked green around the gills.

"Doctor Fraiser!" There was no mistaking that deep voice.

"Teal'c!"

"Are you all right?"

"We're going to need help!"

"We are coming!"

"Stay down, Doc!" Jack yelled from somewhere to the side, and Janet heard a pistol firing.

"I have a wounded man, Colonel!"

"We'll get him!" Jack told her. "Keep your head down, God damn it!"

A moment later Daniel came tumbling into the gully, crashing into Janet – who gasped in pain when he jarred her injured side.

Daniel noticed instantly, and the clever quip that he'd been thinking of saying died on his lips.

"Are you all right?"

"She's hit!" The corpsman yelled.

"Who's hit?" Jack asked, rolling into the gully as well.

Jaffer came bounding over to him, wuffling his shoulder, and leaving a bloody trail on Jack's already bloody uniform.

"Janet's hurt," Daniel said, trying to take a look at the doctor's side. She pushed him away, though.

"We've got to get out of here, Colonel! The Sergeant's hurt a lot worse than I am."

Jack nodded, pushing Jaffer to the side so he could see Janet's face. It was ashen and her eyes were glazed in pain. She was going into shock. He, on the other hand, felt better than he had when he'd rolled into the gully. Which was crazy, he knew.

He grabbed for his radio.

"SG-5?"

"We're here, Sir! Bring them out, the doors are all open!"

"Roger."

Jack looked at Teal'c.

"Take Fraiser."

"I will."

"No he won't! I don't need to be carried out of-"She was interrupted when Teal'c picked her up and slung her gently over his shoulder, making sure her uninjured side was the side that was pressed against him.

"Daniel! Grab the other end of the stretcher. Sergeant, get on."

"Yes, Sir."

The corpsman and Daniel grabbed the stretcher, and Jack, Jaffer and Jack (the dog) all stood as well, scanning the brush around them. The dogs would see any Jaffa coming before Jack did, he knew. Which was why one guy with only one useful arm was able to cover the retreat. Because that one guy had two other weapons at his disposal. Two very dangerous ones.

"Let's go!"

Daniel and the corpsman followed Teal'c, scrambling up the slight slope of the gully, forcing their way through brush.