A/N: Think Rodney heard you. Once again thanks for the reviews!

Chapter 18

"Stasis!" McKay made sure Ronon had Sheppard and let him go. He walked briskly into the main lab. "We put him in stasis."

"We thought of that Rodney, but the stasis chamber is useless," answered Beckett, "And there are none here." He followed Rodney into the lab.

"We have these." McKay pointed to the mini containers holding Wraith specimens. They ranged in size from a juice glass to a deli pickle jar.

"Rodney, the colonel is skinny man, but…" stated Radek as he joined them at the shelves.

Dismissing his statement, Rodney continued, "Explain in the Jumper, grab as many working ones as you can. We need to go to the Health Pavilion." He spun around making Beckett shuffle back. "Carson, you keep him alive for another 15 minutes. Let's go people, man to save!"

The containers were put in bags and carried by hand. Ronon picked Sheppard up as if he were a child. Beckett and Tracy followed holding an IV and the oxygen canister. They stepped into the transporter and exited on the ground level. They quickly entered the Puddle Jumper. The others followed and split between the other two Jumpers. All three lifted off towards the Health Pavilion.

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McKay, Zelenka and the others that accompanied Zelenka started pulling the containers apart.

"We need to attach these to the bed. Each one is programmed for the specific size of the container. Putting them together will hopefully create a field large enough for a full grown man."

As they disassembled the containers, Radek pondered absently, "I wonder who this was."

"Him." Utter disdain dripped from the single word.

Zelenka looked up at Rodney and swallowed.

"Really?" He squeaked.

"Think I would recognize my own face."

Radek just stared.

"Keep working," said Rodney brusquely. "Don't feel bad for him, he was a monster. Your face is proof."

Radek returned to work, but not before exchanging glances with the others in the Puddle Jumper.

In the other Jumper, Carson feverishly worked to prolong Sheppard's life.

"It's alright Doc, not everything is fixable."

"Rodney's working on it. You let me worry about what can and can't be fixed," barked Carson.

"I can hear all the Pavilions. The Archive says hi. She's trying to help and keep the others quiet. She's nice." Sheppard sounded ethereal. "I can hear the Puddle Jumpers. Strange as angels."

"Are you in any pain?" Carson asked as he studied his portable medical scanner.

"Nothing left."

"Sheppard?" Ronon leaned over him.

Sheppard's eyes narrowed and he lasciviously grinned. "All of them."

"Not enough oxygen is getting to his brain. It's going to be close Ronon." Carson closed his eyes and shook his head.

"Don't we have a meeting?" Sheppard asked innocently.

"Rodney, you'd better be ready," called Beckett into his headset. He should not have allowed this, but then Rodney would still be lost. Life sucked sometimes.

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The Puddle Jumpers set down next to the Health Pavilion. McKay, Radek and two other scientists practically squeezed themselves out of the sides of the exit gantry before the hatch opened fully. They sprinted into the Health Pavilion.

In their Jumper, Carson readied Sheppard for transit. They transferred him to a gurney and pushed it out along with all the paraphernalia they needed.

"Five minutes Carson, five minutes more please." Rodney's voice begged him over the headset.

"Aye Rodney, we are doing our best. That's it though."

"Program acceptable…crystal compatibility checked…" Sheppard panted and coughed. Blood spiked with silver oozed from his mouth and nose. "You don't know what you have done…program initiated."

"Damn it Col. Sheppard, not now. Can't you tell those little bastards to mind their own business?" He hit his radio. "You'd better be ready Rodney, because time's up."

"Ready! We're ready! Bring him over!" Rodney shouted to him as they entered the theater.

The gurney was pushed up next to the diagnostic bed and he was transferred again. The blue light engaged and turned clear like ice as the stasis field enveloped him.

"Rodney looks like you did it," Beckett said. "He's alive and the nano-bots have also gone into stasis." He nodded to Radek. "Upload the program."

"That's the plan Carson," Rodney interrupted. He backed up and plopped himself on the floor near Ronon. He looked way up at him. "Let's get the band back together."

Ronon gave him a puzzled look.

"Explain later," muttered Rodney.

Zelenka finished the upload. "Cross fingers, hopefully this will work while they are in stasis."

"You don't know?" Rodney sat up straight. His tone accusatory.

"Well, we did not plan for this contingency Rodney. All knowing god, McKay, would have, but we were busy being assaulted by insane Rodney the Wraith," Radek lashed out.

Carson directed the bed and the stasis field turned blue again. It looked like a frozen swimming pool.

"Always plan for any contingency!" He stood up and inspected the readings avoiding eye contact with Zelenka. "Carson can the bed tell if the nano-bots received and accepted the program?"

"Hold on Rodney, I'm checking." The blue light shut down. "I'd say that is a yes."

"See Rodney, nothing to worry about."

"Now our next problem. We need to get the little buggers out. There are still too many." Carson kept the stasis field up.

"We just tell them to vacate," explained Rodney. "Now that they are programmed, they should listen. Those, that are done repairing any incurred damage, can leave by the nearest exit."

"Too much information," muttered Radek.

Even Ronon looked slightly embarrassed.

"Oh come on, grow-up." Rodney yapped. "He's still drowning in them."

Carson did a double take. "Are ya sure you're the Rodney we know?"

McKay shot him a patented shut-the-fuck-up glare.

"Question answered. Send them through the digestive tract. Don't need to have him suffocate on them while leaving through the mouth or nose. And some can get excreted through the sweat glands."

Rodney used the laptop and sent the command. Carson dropped the stasis field. Everyone realized the less said about billions of nano-bots leaving a body the better.

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A/N: Sorry about that last little bit, BUT the little rapscallions had to leave the body somehow. Sorry John for the robotic stomach flu. One more to go folks.