Authors Notes: Hmm...again sorry for the delay! And I have some bad news for most of you reading this, no no dont look at me like that im not giving up god no! I am just having to cut back my hours on writting now, since my courseword has come through and I have to start it within the next few days! I will promise to try my best to keep the quality of the Fic up to its normal standards.

Also can i point out to those of you who read the first chapter and notice the mistakes, YES I know i need my BETA to take a look at Chapters1-2, but please don't keep mentioning it, i know of the mistakes and once the fic is finished i shall give them chapters to my BETA to BETA for me:)

Chapter 5- Two Rescues!

Corridor
John watched in horror as the creature held onto him by the neck, he watched as it seemingly in slow motion pulled its hand back and then began to bring it towards him again. It stopped half way, and stumbled to the side, letting go of John causing him to fall oddly, twisting his leg, which caused pain to flare up it.

Glancing out over his arms, John watched as the creature stalked towards a man that was standing holding the things discarded weapon.

"Leave the…kid alone," spoke Sergeant Bates.

He had been unconscious ever since they had stumbled across the Wraith. He had woken up once to see one of his men dying in front of his eyes, only to then be knocked unconscious again. When he woke up the second time, he saw the Wraith holding onto John neck and despite the pain he was in, he couldn't let the Wraith kill a child.

"You are weak and can not stop me from my feed," snarled the Wraith.

"I will try my damn hardest to stop you!" retorted Bates.

Just as he was about to fire off another stunner blast the Wraith lifted Bates up and threw him into the wall, the stunner clattering off down the hallway. The Wraith grinned as the human fell to the floor with a resounding crack coming from his leg.

Yet even with the now broken leg, Bates stood back up using every ounce of strength he had to stop himself passing out. Again the Wraith stalked forwards, this time hitting his face with the back of the stunner it had retrieved a few moments before. Bates saw stars as he went tumbling to the floor again. Quickly he tried to get back to his feet. He wasn't about to give up on his fight with a Wraith especially when a child's life was at stake. He only managed to get to his hands and knees though, when the Wraith hit him back down to the floor. Raising the stunner above its head, he was going for another blow to the back of the humans head, when he was stopped by something bowling into him, knocking the stunner out of his hands again and sending him falling to the floor.

John had watched the whole scene from the floor wide eyed. He had not met the man that was protecting him, but knew once this was over he would owe him one. So when the Wraith started beating the man up John had gotten up and he ran at the thing before him. Ignoring the pain in his side and leg before he bowled into the creature. The two of them went head over heals several times before coming to a stop several feet down the corridor.

The Wraith was the first back on its feet, snarling at the young human it picked John up and again threw him against the wall.

John whimpered as his head connected with the wall again. Sure he had been in fights at school with other kids but that was just messing around. This, this was something completely different and John just knew in his gut that it was a matter of life or death.

"Your kind are pathetic," snarled the Wraith advancing again and picking the human up by its neck and squeezing, "You think you can stop us, we will take over this complex, then feed off each and everyone of you. You are not the first and you will not be the last," he said as though the amount of humans he had feed on was his own badge of honour.

John began gasping for breath as the Wraith squeezed at his neck, he tried to kick the Wraith but his legs didn't get anywhere near the thick body. The Wraith laughed a spine-chilling laugh that echoed around the corridor as the human tried to escape his grasp.

Leaning close to the human the Wraith whispered, into John's ear, "I shall feed on you, then I shall feed on your kin." John stilled as the Wraith spoke those words to him and an image of his mother and father flashed in his mind. I'm not gonna see them ever again, thought John horrified.

Bringing his head back the Wraith looked smug at the frightened face of the human. Drawing his hand back the Wraith again prepared it's self to feed and have his strength returned to him again.

"This is your end," hissed the Wraith.

The Wraith's hand was mere inches from John's chest and the Wraith was almost drooling at the prospect of a feed, when another voice distracted him.

"No, this is your end," spoke up Ford, shooting the Wraith.

The Wraith's grip on John loosened as the bullets tore through its skin. The other door opened and Stackhouse and his team entered also shooting at the Wraith.

Eventually the Wraith dropped John to the floor, stumbled backwards before falling to the floor dead.

John began coughing as air was returned to his oxygen-deprived lungs, glancing up he saw the other man lying on the floor unmoving. Pushing away his own pain, John shuffled forwards and tried to wake him up.

"Come on mister, wake up please!" pleaded John, shaking the unconscious mans shoulders.

"John," began Ford bending besides him, "John come on let Stackhouse help him."

"No, he needs to wake first," he protested, swallowing the lump in his throat.

Reaching out Ford felt for a pulse and sighed quietly as he felt one, but it was weak, extremely weak, pulling back Ford replied, "John he needs to see Doctor Beckett before he'll wake, lets get you back."

Looking up John asked, "Will he be okay?"

"He is seriously hurt, but Beckett will have him up in no time. Come on," answered Ford trying to reassure him.

Forgetting that his leg was injured John looked back at the broken and bleeding man before he tried to stand up but his leg protested in pain forcing him to sit down again.

"John?" asked Ford as the boy fell over.

"Leg," he began explaining, "The thing did somethin' to it," he finished rubbing his sore leg.

Oh great, Major if you're watching me right now I'm sorry, thought Ford, as he scooped the young boy up in his arms and moved away from Bates body. John wrapped his arms around Fords neck and rested his chin on the mans shoulder.

As Ford turned his back on Bates, John managed to watch as several of the others turned the man over and gently eased him onto a make shift stretcher.

As the two teams made there way back to the powered bit of the city, John never took his eyes off Bates even as his vision swam in and out of focus. He was in a lot of pain now, his head hurt and his sides were aching. He wanted to sleep but was afraid to in case that thing came back and got him. As they rounded the corner they came into the lit area and just as they thought they were homebound, Stackhouse' team had to stop.

"Lieutenant!" exclaimed Stackhouse.

Turning around Ford saw them put Bates on the floor as he began fitting. At that moment in time Ford was glad John wasn't watching this.

"Well get him stable!" ordered Ford.

"I can't he needs medical attention and soon," replied Stackhouse, holding Bates head steady.

Turning his head to two of the Airmen, Ford instructed, "Go to the infirmary inform Beckett we have a medical emergency and will arrive in ten minutes. Move!"

Both of the Airmen nodded and took off up the corridor towards the infirmary.

"Lieutenant we can't risk moving him," added in Stackhouse.

"We have no choice Sergeant, we stay here he dies!" exclaimed Ford.

Turning his head John spotted the man shaking, eyes going wide John asked, "What's happening?"

"Sergeant move!" ordered Ford as he turned around so John couldn't see, "He is just having a fit."

"But you said he was going to die," pointed out John.

"Listen to me carefully John," began Ford as he started walking, "Sergeant Bates is very ill, there is a slight possibility he may die. But that is only a slight possibility and only if we don't get him to the infirmary."

John just buried his head in Ford's shoulder; this is not sup'ose to happen, he thought, good guys are meant to win. They're meant to win…not save me and die.

His shoulders hitched slightly as tears rolled down his face. Ford felt the top of his jacket get wet as John cried, knowing the young boy would be embarrassed if confronted by it, he just rubbed small circles on his back.

The shoulders jerked a few more times, before John took a deep breath to try to calm down. The hand on his back was soothing and he closed his eyes as sleep washed over him. Ford not having any younger siblings or cousins was not used to offering comfort to any youngsters, so it surprised him it had come so naturally.

When he glanced back he was happy to see that Bates had stopped fitting for the time begin. Entering the corridor that led to the infirmary he sighed in relief as Becket and his team came rushing towards them.

"Lieutenant?" asked Carson stopping at Fords side.

"He took several blows to his head and he complained his legs hurt, but it's Sergeant Bates who we should be worried about right now. He was fitting for a while back there," explained Ford.

"Alright lad take John into the infirmary I'll be with him as soon as possible," instructed Carson, moving past the Lieutenant.

Ford just nodded as he entered the infirmary and gently placed John onto the empty bed. No sooner had he put the boy down then Rodney was at the bedside looking rather mortified.

"Oh no, he's dead!" exclaimed Rodney.

"No he's not dead, just asleep," replied Ford.

"Can…can I stay with him?" asked Rodney quietly.

Glancing up as Beckett brought Bates into the infirmary, Ford realized it would be best if they stayed out of the way, "Of course, but you got to be quiet so you don't wake him."

"Okay," agreed Rodney, pulling the blanket higher over his shoulders.

Whilst both Rodney and Ford stood at John's bedside watching over him, they could hear Carson giving out orders left, right and centre to keep Bates stabilized.

It seemed the Wraith had beaten him up pretty badly, even from John's bedside Ford could make out the bruising on the Sergeants face.

"Get him ready for surgery, I'll be along in a second," instructed Carson.

Several of the nurses wheeled Bates from the main room to do as the Doctor had ordered. Carson watched them leave before making his way over to John.

"Lieutenant, how long has John been unconscious?" asked Carson, checking him over.

The bruises around his neck had started to come out on his skin and it looked as though he was wearing a bright blue and purple scarf.

"Not long doc, fell asleep on the way here," answered Ford.

"You let him fall to sleep?" questioned Carson.

"Yeah."

"Son, this child has a rather severe concussion you shouldn't have let him sleep," admonished Carson.

"Listen doc the kid was distraught, I wasn't about to keep him awake so he could keep relieving his ordeal," responded Ford tersely.

Sighing Carson replied, "Alright he'll be asleep until morning now. I need to get to surgery, if he deteriorates even a bit get a nurse to fetch me."

"Okay doc," agreed Ford.

Nodding his head Carson left for the operating room, it looked like he wasn't going to get much sleep tonight. He just hoped it would make a difference.

Ford looked down at the sleeping child and realized he was in for a long night keeping a vigil at the bedside.

That night the whole of Atlantis expedition didn't get much sleep, everyone working around the clock to make sure the city was once again safe to live in.

P5X597
The first thing that registered in John's mind was that he was cold and lying on something rather uncomfortable. Blinking open his eyes, he immediately realized the source of the coldness, he was naked. No clothing on his body at all, sitting up quickly he scanned the area to see if there was any clothing about. Spotting what looked like a rather large and tattered sheet, he stretched his arm out and grabbed at it. Splitting it in half John wrapped half around his waist before climbing to his feet.

Now that he was halfway decent John began to take in his surroundings. He was standing on what appeared to be a collapsed stone building, the Stargate was dead ahead of him and the rest was just sand, except for the rather large odd heap just several feet to the left of him. Recognising the form that of Rodney, John picked up the torn sheet and went over to him.

John draped the sheet over Rodney's lower body before waking him. After all the situation was going to be embarrassing enough when they got back to Atlantis.

"Rodney, come on Rodney wake up!" instructed John.

"Leave me 'lone," mumbled Rodney, still asleep.

Kneeling next to him John said again louder this time, "I can't leave you alone Rodney, now come on get up!"

Rodney slowly opened his eyes and saw the blurry outline of John. Blinking away the last remnants of unconsciousness, when he realized what predicament he was in.

"Where are my clothes?" asked Rodney.

"I don't know, I only found the sheet. Can you stand?" questioned John, trying to forget about the nakedness for a bit.

"Uh…yeah," answered Rodney. Wrapping the sheet around him tighter, Rodney got to his feet and stood next to John who he realized was wearing the same type of sheet as himself.

"Can you…uh…remember anything?" questioned Rodney.

"From passing out here and waking up naked, no not much," began John, "I suggest we dial Atlantis and get home."

"Oh yes brilliant idea Major, with one small flaw we're already there!" exclaimed Rodney, surprising himself that he even knew their younger selves were back in Atlantis.

John stopped in his tracks and turned to look back at Rodney with a slightly disbelieving look on his face.

"What?" asked Rodney.

"How did you know that exactly?" questioned John suspiciously. Things were coming back to him quickly, but apparently not as quickly as they were for Rodney

"I…I don't know, look even if we were to dial Atlantis without our radios or IDC they won't lower the shield," explained Rodney beginning to wonder why his whole memory had not been erased.

"Well then we'll get them to dial us," replied John like it was the simplest thing in the world.

"Just how do you plan to do that Major?" retorted Rodney.

"I don't know, I'll figure it out when I get there," John told him. He walked off towards the Stargate maintaining a tight grip on the sheet wrapped around him. It was true he didn't have any idea how to get Atlantis to dial them.

Rodney was following silently behind John; he kept glancing up to make sure that he was still on the right track. But every time he looked up he caught sight of John's back that had three old gun wounds on the left hand side.

He was that lost in watching his feet and glancing at John's back, he never realized that John had stopped walking until he walked into the taller man.

"Woah McKay, you alright?" asked John, steadying him.

"Huh! What? Oh yes I'm fine," answered Rodney slightly confused.

Frowning John repeated, "Are you sure you're okay? You were really outta it then."

"I'm fine Major," replied Rodney more forcefully.

"Good because I've had a thought, we can just keep dialling in to Atlantis till they dial back," explained John.

"It could work but who's to say they will dial back especially if they think it's a Wraith planet," pointed out Rodney.

"Well it's the best plan we have, so I suggest we get dialling," responded John.

Going over to the DHD John dialled up Atlantis and watched as the wormhole connected back to home. He imagined Grodin would have raised the shield by now and called for Doctor Weir.

He let out a sigh, as the wormhole disconnected there were times he had been sick of seeing Atlantis but at the moment he would give anything to step through the wormhole. To see the smiling face of Elizabeth as she met them in the Gateroom. To see his home again. He wasn't sure but something had trigged several forgotten memories and all he wanted to do was to either crawl into his bed to forget them or go for a long run around the corridors.

After dialling Atlantis six times John turned from the DHD to see Rodney sitting on the floor against the sand dune. Going over John sat down next to him leaning his head against the sand as well.

"Told you it was a long shot," commented Rodney.

"We'll see," replied John.

"When we were heading to the gate I…uh…noticed…several…oh never mind," trailed off Rodney, not wanting to press the subject further.

"Three scars on the side of my back right?" asked John.

"Well…yes,"

"And you wanted to know how I got them?"

"Ah…yes,"

He didn't know why he was telling Rodney this, but he was, "I was in a shoot out, you know the usual bullets flying every where. I moved out of the way as two gunmen emptied their guns at a friend and me. I caught three of the four bullets in my back."

"And…any your friend?" asked Rodney, not really sure if he wanted to know the answer or not.

Sighing John ran a hand through his hair and answered guiltily, "Four bullets came directly at us, and I moved out of the way but that left my friend uncovered he took a bullet, died instantly."

Rodney just gulped at that, he knew there were black marks on John's record, but he had seen the man risk his life time and time again. He wondered how John had not only managed to stay sane, but also carry on missing death by mere inches.

"I'm sorry Major," apologized Rodney, not sure if he was apologizing for asking or for John's loss.

"Don't be it's in the past. So McKay any war stories to share?" asked John, trying to lighten the mood, but his smile didn't quiet reach his eyes.

"No see my work doesn't lead me to dangerous situations," replied Rodney.

Chuckling slightly John responded, "So nearly dying from an ancient shield device, getting stuck in a Stargate, getting shot with a stunner, the whole Genii thing-"

"Okay, okay I get the point Major," interrupted Rodney, cringing at each memory John brought up.

The two sat in companionable silence for a bit as they waited for Atlantis to dial back. It was a while before either of them spoke again.

"I think we're in for a long night," commented John, as he looked up at the sky. The sun had started to make its way across the sky and as it lowered the sky started turning a deep purple, it seemed that the days were much shorter than on Atlantis.

"Well I'm not waiting any more," replied Rodney standing up.

Rodney headed to the DHD and began to furiously hit the chevrons of Atlantis. Once the wormhole established he moved from the DHD towards the wormhole.

"Hang on a minute McKay just what the hell are you doing?" questioned John, getting to his feet.

"Not waiting I told you, the shield on Atlantis doesn't let anyone through," began Rodney grabbing a handful of sand.

"So you're what gonna throw sand through?" asked John.

"Yes there maybe enough of a gap to let it through," answered Rodney.

"Oh yes a little present of sand from Rodney McKay to Atlantis. I doubt they'll get the memo McKay!" exclaimed John

"Well its worth a try," retorted Rodney, throwing the handful of sand through.

"I don't see how it's going to somehow. But hey you go waste all of your energy sending sand home," snapped John harshly. He hadn't meant it to sound as harsh as it had, but it was true they had to conserve their energy until they could get back to Atlantis. They had no resources and worst of all no idea how long they would be stranded on the planet for.

"Fine, next time you come up with a better plan," retorted Rodney.

"Don't worry I will do."

"Good and when you need my help don't bother asking for it!"

"I won't!"

"Good!" shouted Rodney.

The shouts echoed over the sand dunes and the two men fell silent. John went over and sat with his back against the DHD. Whilst Rodney went back over to the sand dune and sat down.

They had not spoken to each for over twenty minutes and just as John was going to apologize a low humming sound started up. Getting to their feet they met half way between the DHD and sand Dune, both of them looking out towards the horizon.

"Do you hear that?" asked Rodney.

"Yes and it doesn't sound good," answered John.

Even as he said the words, a large object started to make waves in the sand as it came at them…

Elizabeth stood watching the Stargate it had activated six times in the last ten minutes, but with the shield still offline they couldn't block anyone incoming. So when it had activated and no one had come through it had worried her. Turning around she saw Peter trying to see if he could match the address to any allies. He had to do it the long way around, since the gate addresses had been shut down earlier. It seemed some of the secondary systems they had shut down were taking a while longer to come back online.

"Anything?" asked Elizabeth.

"Not yet Doctor Weir, the computer is still bringing all the gate addresses we've been to online," answered Peter.

"Is there any way you can speed it up?" questioned Elizabeth.

"Yes run it against the Ancients Database but its offline," replied Peter.

Turning to Doctor Zelenka, Elizabeth asked, "Radek how much longer?"

"I do not know the power supply is back we just have to…ah…restart," answered Zelenka.

"Restart?" asked Elizabeth.

"You misunderstand me, just how do you say…switch on the systems again," replied Zelenka.

"Well speed it up," instructed Elizabeth.

Turning to face the Stargate she saw it jump to life again and the security teams swing back into action. Not again, thought Elizabeth as she watched the wormhole activate. Holding her breath she half expected the Wraith to step through so when what looked like dust came through she was confused.

"Airman?" called Elizabeth.

"Yes Ma'am," answered one of the Airmen crouching on the floor.

"Sand?" she asked.

"Yes Ma'am, looks like someone threw a handful of the stuff through," explained the Airman.

"Peter bring up all the planets we've visited that have desert terrain," insisted Elizabeth.

"That could take longer to do," replied Peter, as he typed in the search.

"We need to find that planet and send a team through. Just do your best."

Elizabeth folded her arms and again took her stance of watching the Stargate. She didn't know who was dialling in if they were friend or foe or even if they were Earth. All she knew was that maybe the people dialling in needed help.

"I don't believe it, the only address we have dialled that has desert terrain is P5X 597," spoke up Peter.

"But no one is there. Lieutenant Ford and Teyla said the planet was deserted," replied Elizabeth.

"I can run it again?" suggested Peter.

"Yes please," she answered confused.

Peter turned back to his computer and ran the search again, which turned up the same results as the first time.

"Doctor Weir it's the same address…again," said Peter.

Frowning Elizabeth replied, "Thank you Peter."

Leaving the control room, Elizabeth made her way down to Teyla's quarters but she only made it half way there when she bumped into the Athosian woman.

"Doctor Weir," greeted Teyla.

"Teyla I was just coming to speak with you," replied Elizabeth.

"Of course what may I help you with?" questioned Teyla pleasantly.

"We've been experiencing some Stargate activity from the planet that John and Rodney were recovered from," began Elizabeth.

"But no one resides on that planet," pointed out Teyla.

"Exactly, now I'm going to send you and Lieutenant Ford back there just to check things out," replied Elizabeth.

"Of course although I do believe Lieutenant Ford is in the infirmary with Major Sheppard," explained Teyla.

"I'll get Lieutenant Ford, be in the Gateroom in twenty minutes," instructed Elizabeth.

Teyla lowered her head and left the corridor back to her quarters. Elizabeth carried on down the corridor towards the infirmary.

"What'd you say that for!" exclaimed Rodney, as the thing picked up speed.

"Get on the DHD," said John, ignoring Rodney's last comment.

"What?"

"I said get on top of the DHD! Get out of its way," repeated John.

"Oh and what about you?" asked Rodney.

"I'll be fine, go!" ordered John.

Before Rodney had chance to complain John had set off at a run towards the rubble of the building. Throwing his free hand up in the air in a wild gesture, Rodney took off towards the DHD. It was easier said than done to climb up on to it, but as the thing came charging at him Rodney managed to get on top of the DHD at the last moment.

The thing however came up from under the sand and could only be described as a cross between a snake, eel, and spider but with teeth.

Rodney held his breath as the giant creature swayed from side to side as though trying to hypnotise him. When the thing lunged at Rodney, he only had time to cover his face with his arm which didn't stop the attack, just diverted it to his arm.

"OY! OVER HERE! I'M HERE!" shouted John loudly.

The creature stopped attacking its first prey and turned all eight eyes towards its second prey knowing they had to be subdued, the creature took off towards John.

Blinded by the pain in his arm Rodney didn't realize what was going on until it was too late. He had to watch as the creature lunge several times at John. Every time the creature missed Rodney would smirk as though smiting the creature. But the smirk was wiped from his face as the creature took another lunge this time hitting John squarely in the chest knocking him over. It lunged again and Rodney couldn't tear his eyes away as the creature took a chunk from John's leg. He heard the shout of pain emitted from John.

Getting down from the DHD Rodney began taking a few steps towards John when he heard the Stargate come to life. Thinking quickly Rodney darted to the front of the Stargate.

"OY! O-OVER HERE! THAT'S IT RIGHT YOU UGLY THING! OVER HERE!" screamed Rodney, as the third chevron locked.

Turning around the creature saw its prey trying to escape, which was not allowed. Leaving the other prey's side the creature took off towards the gate.

4th chevron…5th chevron…come on, come on dial faster, thought Rodney as the creature came closer and closer to him.

Finally the last chevron engaged and Rodney jumped to the side, but the creature wasn't so lucky as it was killed by the Stargate opening.

Lying on the ground Rodney caught his breath before getting up and the sight that met him relived him, for there were Ford and Teyla staring at him perplexed.

"Doctor McKay?" asked Teyla cautiously.

"Yes, yes its me," answered Rodney.

"Where's the Major?" questioned Ford.

"Major Sheppard is…" trailed off Rodney, remembering what had happened.

Not finishing his sentence Rodney took off towards John, who he could see was laying on top of the rubble losing a lot of blood from the wound on his leg.

Kneeling besides John, Rodney said, "Major? Major Sheppard!"

"What…McKay?" asked John, gritting his teeth against the pain.

"Oh thank god for a minute there I thought…never mind. Can you stand?" asked Rodney, looking at the bloodied leg.

John just shrugged and tried to get to his knees but pain ripped through his leg, making him fall backwards. Breathing through the pain, John leant his head back on the sand and spotted Teyla and Ford coming over.

"Lieutenant, Teyla," greeted John.

"Major Sheppard it is good to see you as yourself again," replied Teyla kneeling besides him.

"Yeah likewise. Say you didn't happen to bring any trousers with you did you?" asked John, indicating his and Rodney's lack of clothing.

Even though he was in immense pain, he was still worried about his lack of clothing. But through all the fighting John had still managed to keep a grip on the sheet.

"No I do not sorry," answered Teyla apologetically.

"Can you stand Major?" asked Ford.

"No Lieutenant leg is pretty busted up," replied John.

Kneeling down at John's feet Ford pulled out a rather small bandage, it was woefully inadequate but it was better then nothing, he strapped it tightly at the top of the wound. John just hissed in pain, and clenched his fist, but tried his best to stay still.

"Sorry sir," apologized Ford.

John just shook his head at the Lieutenant letting him know no apology was needed. As the pain subsided John let out a rather loud sigh.

"I think we can move you now sir, but its not going to be easy," spoke up Ford.

"I know, I know," responded John.

"Wait, shouldn't we wait and fetch Carson?" interrupted Rodney.

"Doctor Beckett is otherwise engaged," answered Teyla.

She did not think it was neither the time nor the place to tell them about what had happened to Sergeant Bates.

"Engaged, what does that mean?" questioned Rodney.

"Look everything will be explained back on Atlantis," answered Ford.

Ford pulled out his IDC and passed it over to Rodney who took it and looked slightly bewildered.

"Why you giving me this?" asked Rodney.

"Because McKay I won't be able to put the code in if I'm supporting the Major," explained Ford.

"Oh right of course."

"Major are you ready?" questioned Ford.

"Yes," answered John.

Ford shifted position so he was on the left side of John, when Teyla was also in place. The two slowly eased him on to his feet. But it wasn't easy as every bit of weight John put on his leg caused him pain.

Ten minutes later, John had an arm slung over Fords shoulder and Teyla was gripping his right arm. Breathing raggedly John got comfortable on his left leg, to ease his pain in the right.

"McKay you ready?" asked Ford.

"Yes, yes. Just go," answered McKay.

The small team made there way slowly back to the Gate. Rodney hit Atlantis' address in, then sent his IDC before they all stepped through and the gate closed down.

What they didn't see though was another creature appear on the planet nor did they hear its mournful song at the loss of its mate.

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