The blare of the alarms finally stopped, but the door still refused to open. John skated back and forth behind Rodney who was working on the problem. McKay stopped and sighed, then turned to glare at John.

"Would you mind taking those damned things off? You're driving me crazy!"

John just glared at him in response and continued to skate. Rodney sighed again in annoyance and turned back to the door.

John was getting impatient. He should be inside trying to figure out what the hell was going on. He stopped and stared at Rodney, wondering if the scientist was having any luck. Suddenly, something rapped tightly around his left leg and pulled hard. He heard a loud pop, and pain surged through his leg as he fell forward with a yelp, his head smacking painfully on the ground. Dazed, he looked up to see a blurry figure staring on with horror as what ever had hold of his leg pulled him into the cold water.

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Rodney sighed with relief as he heard John finally stop skating. He was getting frustrated with the door since the damn thing just refused to open. Just then, a yelp of pain caught his attention and he stood quickly, turning around in time to see John smack painfully onto the ground then get dragged into the water.

What the hell? He thought, shocked. Come on McKay quit gawking and do something! he ordered himself, and ran over to the water. Okay what now? Well I've got to do something. He quickly removed his comm from his ear, took off his jacket, and plunged into the water without a second thought.

-o-o-o-

John battled against the darkness that wished to engulf him as he was pulled deeper into the freezing water. He opened his eyes which stung as they came in contact with the salt. He looked down at his legs and saw the sores... and a deathly gray tentacle. He reached into the crook of his back and pulled out his file/home/violet/Documents/Beta202.html 9mil. Once again he peered down at the tentacle running deeply into the water... straight into utter darkness. He angled the gun further down and fired until it hit. The tentacle wreathed back letting go of his leg, its blue blood the only evidence of its once being there.

-o-o-o-

Rodney searched the dark waters frantically for Sheppard. His lungs were screaming for air when he finally spotted him. He watched as John pulled the 9mil from his waist band and fire at the gray tentacle that had hold of his leg. Rodney witnessed as it wreathed back and released Sheppard, then he quickly swam forward and grabbed the Colonel under the arms and tried to pull him to the surface. The dammed skates were weighing them down, but finally, using what he thought was his last bit of strength, Rodney broke the surface.

-o-o-o-

John desperately tried to reach the surface but the skates threatened to pull him down and the darkness tried to overtake him. As he began to sink, he felt something grab him and begin to pull up. Damn sea monster he thought, before he finally gave into the darkness.

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Rodney gulped in the fresh air as he tried to keep John's head above the water. Unfortunately, John was not sucking in the air and spouting something sarcastic. Rodney quickly swam towards shore, not wanting to meet Mr. Tentacles again and become lunch. He struggled with John's limp body, pulling him and his damned skates through the water, finally he reaching land and struggling to get Sheppard out of the water. Once out, shivering and exhausted, McKay pulled Sheppard away from the water, immediately checking his pulse, which beat rapidly... but he still wasn't breathing.

"Come on Sheppard don't make me do CPR." Nothing. Damn it. McKay thought and quickly began to push on Sheppard's chest.

John coughed suddenly and spat up at least what seemed a gallon of water.

Rodney sighed with relief. Thank goodness, Rodney thought. He should probably contact Carson. He lifted his hand to the radio only to remember that he had removed it. Oh great, he thought, spotting his jacket near the water,s edge.

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John groaned and McKay waited to see if the man would wake up. Nothing.

" I'll be right back Colonel," he muttered and went to retrieve his jacket and comm. As he began to retrieve his things, he noticed something coming out of the water and jumped back with a yelp on seeing it to be another tentacle. It slid back and forth across the surface, grazing Rodney's shoe. He jumped back again, some how losing his footing and landing hard on his back. "OW!" he cried as his back protested with pain. He slid back more as the tentacle reached for him. It felt like hours before the tentacle receded back into the water, deciding its pray was too elusive. Rodney sighed and blinked when salt water slid into his eyes. He raised a hand to wipe it away, and on realizing his hand was also wet, just left it.

" Rodney?" A voice suddenly crackled from his comm and he jumped from the sudden noise. He got up quickly and went back over to Sheppard, putting the comm back in his ear along the way.

"Yeah?" he said and checking John's pulse. Still there, good.

"This is doctor Weir, any luck?"

"Well, actually, we've had sort of a painful encounter with a..sea monster."

"A what? A sea monster?"

"Yes, Elizabeth, a sea monster." He didn't see why it was so shocking, they were on another planet after all.

"Do you need to speak to Carson?"

Rodney winced at the question. Hell yeah he needed to speak to Carson!

"Actually, yeah."

Within moments Beckett was on the line.

A/N Yeah sea monsters can be a bitch, not that I've ever met one or ever want to meet one. Okay that was a completely pointless sentence...personally I don't really like this chapter but what do you think? Please review!