A/N: Sorry for the shorty-short chapter (I swear these things look bigger on Word). I've been up since 7am because the plot bunnies decided to hijack my brain and make me dream all of this. I swear they're out to get me. Maybe my paranoia's a result of not getting enough sleep, having three cans of soda before 9am, and then working with complete idiots all day. Whatever. No longer angry at BiteMeTechie and Porthos1013. It just requires too much energy. If I owned everything from 'SGA' I'd be on my own private island in the Bahamas right now instead of stuck in the Midwestern United States with rain. Now go Read and Review.
"Ok, this isn't good." I tell myself as I run in a dead sprint for the Gate. My shoulder twinges and I flinch, not slowing down. I'm gonna need a new uniform, bullet holes really suck. Hear pounding behind me then a shout. It's McKay. Hey at least I'm not the slowest one in the group. Hah, he just tripped and fell face first into the mud. That'll teach him to try to yell and run at the same time. Wait, why am I running towards him? I should be heading for the Gate. Now I'm telling him to run for the Gate, I'll be behind him. Why? Oh yea, I'm gonna lay some explosive charges, hopefully slowing down the sons-of-bitchs who are chasing us. Bullets kick up dust around my feet, but I'm still laying them down. Ok, that one was a little close for comfort. There, done. Now I'm the last one running for the Gate. As I run, I press the detonator. Five seconds later there's a huge boom and dirt flies everywhere. I grin and laugh sadistically; I love blowing stuff up. A bullet whizzes passed my head. Ok, running faster now. Face first in the mud. How did I get here? Oh yea, SOMEONE SHOT ME! Passing out now, pain almost too much to take. Dammit, I'm gonna miss Carson and Stu. I sigh and close my eyes. Someone's picking me up and carrying me. It's McKay. Damn him, why can't he just leave me there for the stupid natives with guns to find and then make me a POW and have John and the others rescue me? It's easier that way. I feel it as he slings me over his shoulder into a fireman's carry and starts hoofing it to the Gate. Next thing I know he's laying me down and saying, "…got hit after setting the explosives."
"She's hurt. Get Beckett down to the Gate room!" I hear John yell above the sound of gun fire. I sigh and faintly hear Lorne and Sheppard taking my arms and legs and hauling me up the platform. This job sucks at times and this is one of them.