Last chapter! Hope you enjoy! This is dedicated to my faithful reviewers, the ones who have reviewed each and every chapter thus far! Emma, drufan, and Puddles1311! This one's for you guys:hugs all around:

"You could have let us in on your plan," Teyla reprimanded from beside Colonel Sheppard's bed.

"Yes, but, as Zelenka explained it earlier, we were worried that they would torture you if they thought you were lying. And, as we all know, McKay is a terrible liar, especially when there's pain involved."

McKay spoke up from a few beds away where he was sitting next to his second in command, "He did? I don't remember that."

"That's because of the drugs," Elizabeth said from her spot in the middle of the activity, "He wasn't making much sense. He kept randomly switching to Czech and then mumbled English. He said something about Peter Grodin."

Sheppard perked up, "Peter? He saw Peter, too?"

McKay shot a worried glance at Weir, "Colonel, you don't have an excuse, you're not doped up at the moment."

"No, I-." He stopped, knowing they wouldn't understand him. "What happened?"

"Oh," A worried look flittered across McKay's face for a second, "Well, as you know, as soon as the Genii found out Koyla was gone for good and two of our people just returned from the grave, they quickly left. Zelenka's drugged for his arm and something about complications of the drug."

"He went into cardiac arrest, right?"

"Yeah. How did you know/"

"Lucky guess," Sheppard shrugged.

"Well, he did save your life so I suppose he deserves a few days in vicodin land."

"He shot me in the head!"

"It was just a glancing blow. We found him passed out on the floor next to Beckett, much too cold."

"Huh?"

"All that time in the freezer mixed with the stopped heart did wonderous things to his system. He has severe hypothermia. Beckett has a few cracked ribs but not much else. You had a concussion from that bullet, but other than that, you're fine."

"Fine? I got shot in the head!"

"You're not even on pain killers for that!"

"I have a question," Teyla spoke up, "If you took the drug half an hour after Dr. Zelenka, why did you wake up only a few minutes after him?"

"I can answer that," A groggy Scottish voice murmured.

"Dr. Beckett? You are supposed to be asleep."

"How can anybody sleep with you people talking? It's like sleeping in a megaphone." He sighed and tried to sit up, grimacing. "Ooh. That hurt. Anyway, Colonel, it's simple. You're heart rate is much faster than Radek's because you are more fit."

"You woke up to tell us that?"

"Well, with the way you all were talking I didn't want to find out what sort of medical jargon you wold mix up. Now everyone leave! We all need our rest."

"But, we need to sign Dr. Zelenka's cast according to Earth tradition, yes?" Teyla asked.

"Oh, yeah, I brought a marker," McKay fumbled around in his pocket a moment before triumphantly producing a black permanent marker.

"Write something good," Beckett said, yawning, "He's still asleep so he can't stop you and he has to live with it for about six weeks." He laid back down and closed his eyes.

Ronon grinned, "That man has a wicked streak. Draw genitals."

"That's disgusting!" Rodney exclaimed. "Let's write math problems that are figured wrong."

John laughed, "That's evil."

Elizabeth grinned, "Spell his name wrong! Or mention Russia!"

"Ooh, that's cold." John grinned laying his head down gently, "You know, he's going to wish he was in that cast more than six weeks."

"Why?" Rodney asked, distractedly looking up from his complicated and wrong physics problem.

"Because as soon as that cast's off he's going through shooting lessons again."

The others laughed and signed Radek's cast, leaving in a group to eat and celebrate the fact their friends were alive and semi-well.

Sheppard sighed and shifted his aching head on the pillow, "Hey, Doc?"

"Mmm?" Beckett mumbled, half asleep.

"Did you see Peter, too?"

He awoke fully at this, "Yes, I did. Why?"

"Well, I was just wondering how we saw him. I mean, plenty of others have died since we've been here. Why couldn't we see them?"

Carson opened his eyes and heaved himself painfully up, "Aye, lad, I asked him about that. He said something about ascension. He said he wasn't supposed to interfere but he knew we needed help." Beckett smiled, gave a small laugh, "He even said 'did you really think you could see dead people? No one can see dead people except that annoying kid in that movie'. Does that answer your question, son?"

"Yeah... not really."

"I'm afraid I can't help you then."

Sheppard sighed as Beckett gingerly laid down, "Thanks anyway, Doc."

And he laid down and fell into a peaceful sleep.

Review Replies!

Harper's Pixie: Ok, ok! Slow down, Crazy. I hope you like it!

Drufan: Wait no more, my friend! You're right, he probably wouldn't hit anything, but let's just pretend Sheppard had given him a few lessons–you know, for off-world emergencies!

Kelsey: Glad you enjoyed!

Flah7: Your ability for words awes me :smirks:.

Emma: Your review was awesome! It made me giggle! Thank you so much!

Puddles1311: Thanks! Your review made my smile wide and I think I scared someone. You're right, he does seem to live through everything, doesn't he?