Carson quickly backed away from the wall and over to where Rodney was lying. He gave the injured scientist a careful shake. "Rodney. Come on, Rodney, I need ya to wake up now. I've done something with that blood gene of mine again and I need you to tell me how to fix it."

Rodney groaned softly and his eyes fluttered open to reveal a pair of unfocused, blood shot blue eyes staring blearily at him. "Wha—"

Carson gave a triumphant smile. "There we go. Rodney, I turned something on."

The Canadian stared at him, confusion filling his face. "Huh?"

He took a moment and calmed himself and then said slowly. "I activated some kind of door or something."

Rodney closed his eyes a moment, his forehead wrinkling in concentration and pain. "What?" he said a little more clearly this time.

"I turned something on," Carson replied. "Something that made a lot of noise and as bunch of pretty lights and now—"he looked around at the smooth metal walls of the room they had ended up in when the floor had started moving. "I moved us from where the others were going to get us out and I need to get us back there."

"Why?"

Carson frowned. "Why what?"

"Carson, I don't—" Rodney started to cough and tried to curl in on himself, but quickly found he couldn't move because of the straps pinning him to the back board. "What?" he gasped in a panicked wheeze and started to fight against the restraints.

"Crap," Carson growled and then started to undo the restraints. "Rodney, just calm down. I had you ready for transport." He paused and cupped Rodney's cheeks in both hand and got right in his face. "Rodney, stop! Look at me!" he demanded.

Rodney started at him wildly, his breath coming in short pained gasps.

"Focus, Rodney," Carson said. "I need you to calm down."

"Why can't I move?" the injured scientist ground out.

"Because I had you strapped down to move. I'm going to let you loose, but I need you to stay still you're hurt." Carson waited a moment to make sure Rodney wouldn't start thrashing again and then finished undoing the restraints. He pulled off his jacket and balled it up. Carefully, he slid it under Rodney's head. "Better?" he asked.

Rodney closed his eyes, relaxing a little. "Thank you," he said a bit breathlessly.

Carson picked up his left hand and checked his pulse. Far too fast and too weak for his liking. Rodney needed out of this hole and back on Atlantis. He brushed a hand against Rodney's forehead and frowned. The other man felt cold and clammy. Shock most likely.

"Rodney," he said gently. "I turned something on and I not sure what it does."

He waited and then tapped the injured man's cheek gently. He frowned when he didn't get a response of any kind. He shifted forward and rested his fingers against the other man's carotid artery in this throat. No change there, but Rodney was out cold again.

He groaned. Great! He was going to have to figure this out himself.

Carson stood and winced at the twinge in his knee as he did. At least he hadn't broken anything when he had taken his tumble earlier. He walked over to what looked like a control panel and gingerly touched it. Lights sprang to life inside and he swallowed against the lump in his throat and tried to make sense out of what was in front of him. It kind of looked like some of the panels in the control room back at the Atlantis base, but this was defiantly not his strong suit. He was a Doctor, not a computer geek!

He paused a moment and twiddled the earpiece of his radio. He tried to contact the others earlier, but apparently, wherever they were now was shielded. Lovely.

He moved to one of the display panels and touched it. It turned several lovely colors, but he had absolutely no idea what it meant. He just hoped he didn't try to blow anyone up like he had with the Chair.

He carefully touched a few more buttons, looking things and more lights came on and he sighed. He had no idea what he was doing.

"Touch the one to your right," a hoarse voice from behind him said. "It turns off the defense grid."

Carson whirled to find a very groggy looking Rodney had propped himself up against the wall. "You need to be still," Carson chided him.

"We need out of here," he responded and rubbed his forehead with his good hand. "Why can't I think?"

"You've got a concussion and I gave you a sedative a while ago."

Rodney sighed and groaned. "Oh, crap, I hurt. This officially sucks," he mumbled, his words starting to slur badly again.

Carson hurried over to him. "Rodney, lie down," he said, helping other man back down. He tucked the jacket back under his head. "Like I told you, you need to be still."

Rodney gave him a grimace. "You know...how good...I am...at...liste..ning—"his voice trailed off as he slipped back into unconsciousness again.

Carson sighed and went back to the console. Okay, button to the..um..right. He touched it and he heard a soft whirl of machinery and other button lit up bright blue. He chewed on his lower lip and touched it.

The floor under them rumbled and he got the distinct feeling of going upward. "Oh—" he said as saw another button light up, green this time. He shrugged and pushed that one too. A door to his left sprung open and blazing sunlight poured in. He threw his arm up to shield his eyes and found himself face to face with the barrel of a very large looking gun.