This is in answer to the Monty Python challange on sgafic. Hee hee.

Thanks for all the great feed back...we'll get back into the hole....soon. ;-)

Carson Beckett hurriedly stuffed supplies into his medical bag. Head trauma, broken bones, who know what kind of internal injures. John and Rodney spent more time in his infirmary than anyone else in the base combined.

"What do you need us to get, Doc?" Stackhouse asked. He and Bates stared at the piles of gear Carson's people had gathered.

"Get both of the back boards and the cervical collar. We're going to have to immobilize McKay to get him out of that hole."

He took one last glance around then checked his watch. Eight minutes, not bad. He zipped the medical bag shut and then slung the strap over his shoulder and grabbed a second bag and handed it one of junior medical staff, Burns. He took a moment to adjust the weight of his load and then nodded to the others. "Let's go."

They hurried to get back to the 'gate room.

Carson eyed the stargate warily. He didn't care how safe Rodney kept telling him it was nor the fact that humans had been traveling back and forth between planets for thousands of years, he still didn't like going through the bloody thing. It chilled you to the bone in under a second and shot you out so hard that you were lucky you didn't kill yourself flying out the other end and that wasn't even getting into how it broke you down to the molecular level and then converted everything to energy. How did you know if you were really you when you tumbled out on the other side?

Stackhouse tapped his arm. "You ready, Doctor Beckett?"

Carson looked at him and then realized the wormhole had opened while he was thinking.

He nodded, took a deep breath and muttered to himself. "'One may survive distress, but not disgrace'," he said heading toward the 'gate.

Stackhouse turned toward the command balcony. "Ready, Doctor Weir," he told her.

She nodded. "Bring them back."

"Yes, ma'am," he said, with a salute.

Carson looked up at her. "We'll get them back, Elizabeth."

She gave him a brief smile. "Good luck."

Carson followed Stackhouse to the 'gate and then paused a moment as the other man vanished through the event horizon. He took a deep breath and then remembered and let it back out before he stepped through.

Cold slammed through him and he stumbled to keep his feet under him as he reached the other side. Burns caught his arm to help him keep on his feet. He shifted the bag slung over his shoulder as he caught his breath.

"I hate doing that," he grumbled.

Burns just smiled at him. "You'll get use to it."

Carson gave him a withering glare.

"Doctor Beckett," Sheppard called, slowly standing up from where he had been seated at the open door of the Puddle Jumper. He clutched his left arm gingerly against his chest as he started toward them.

Carson's mind suddenly kicked into physician mode and he hurried to meet the man. "Major, how are you doing? Let me see your arm," he said, opening his bag as he walked.

"I've had worse," Sheppard said, letting him check over the bandaging job

Teyla had done a passable job with what was at hand. Carson looked at him. "The wound needed cleaned and properly bandage, but this will hold until we can get you back to the base."

Sheppard nodded. "Just so long as you don't decide to go and amputate things."

Carson smiled. "Not quite yet." His smile sobered. "Where's Rodney and young Lieutenant Ford?"

"Their about three klicks east of here," he said, turning back to the Puddle Jumper.

"Major, why don't you let me pilot," Stackhouse said, matching pace with him.

Sheppard started to protest, but Carson caught his eye and gave a pointed look at the Major's injured arm and he capitulated.

"Fine," he said. "Let's get your gear loaded."

It only took them a few moments to load the medical gear into the back of the Puddle Jumper and to get it into the air. Carson glanced at Burns who was staring at his hand. Carson still his fingers from drumming on his knee and he gave the younger man a sheepish shrug.

"The whole area is riddled with a combination of natural caves and man-made tunnels," Sheppard told him. "The locals have a legend about something that sounds an awful lot like a Wraith Dart crashed into them a good hundred years ago, but that's they haven't see anything like that since. There is a story about a monster living in the "pit" as they call the caves, but that's not been spotted in the last generation. The Relarn, that's the locals, they've been using the spot as place to test new munitions. They've got a kind of musket that looks a lot like a flintlock and some crude cannon's but that's about it. We wandered into a test on a new version of their musket and that's where I got winged."

"Hostile?" Carson asked.

"Not at all, but we were just in the wrong place at the wrong time," Sheppard told him. He motioned to Stackhouse where to land and then keyed the mic on the radio. "Ford, how you doing?"

"I cut down trees, I skip and jump

I like to press wildflowers.

I put on women's clothing

And hang around in bars," a rather drunk sounding baritone answered over the radio.

"Doctor McKay, give me that!"

There was slight scuffle at the other end and Sheppard and Carson exchanged amused looks. Carson tried to stifle a snicker.

"Sorry, sir. I've been trying to keep Doctor McKay awake. It seems he's got a pretty impressive amount of Monty Python records at home."

"I've got Doctor Beckett and a team with me to get you guys out of there. How are you holding up?"

"Okay," he said and then his voice dropped. "Sir, there's something down here."

"Clarify something."

"I didn't get a good look at it, but it's definitely alien."

"Major!" Stackhouse barked as the Puddle Jumper skewed to the side. A brilliant bold of blue shot past them, barely missing them.

"Put us down!" Sheppard ordered sharply.

The Puddle Jumper jerked hard and then the ground started coming toward them far too fast.

"Oh, crap!" Sheppard snarled, grabbing on to the control panel to brace for impact.