I got a lot of requests to add to the fic, and as a response - and as a response, this was born. Truth be told, I never planned on figuring out how John (or Mikey if she survived) got out of the Genii's evil clutches, I just knew he did.

Also, I was tired and had just done an exhausting Spanish Oral Review so I was coming off an adreniline high. As a result, this is no where near as dark as the first on is and it just sort of tells you what happens in case you were curious.

The story really did end in the last chapter. I'm just adding this in here because I love you guys.

He held his head in his hands, and gripped his hair. How could he just do that? She was just a kid… He kept replaying the incident that occurred over five hours ago in his head, looking for anything he could've done differently to save her. It was painful too, especially when he found that nothing he did would've changed the outcome. It simply was the Genii had no use for a 'brain damaged' 17 year old scientist save for making her a example of what they would do to John if they didn't get their prisoner exchange.

He stood and moved towards the door, peering out in the eye slot that hadn't been closed. He could see the brims of two hats, signifying that two guards were posted at the entrance. That was it, there must be more down the hall, but it veered off into two different directions and were impossible to see down.

He slumped against the door and sighed, hoping that Atlantis would come soon, with lots and lots of Marines so he could be the shit out of the man that shot a 17 year old kid. He just couldn't wrap his head around that. True the Taliban were kinda the same in the whole, sacrificing of children for the sake of Allah, but seriously! They lived in tents. The Genii lived in underground bunkers and had nuclear capabilities. He expected better from them.

It seemed like days had gone by before anything more happened. It was any normal silent day in captivity when suddenly there was shouting and gunfire. What? He peered out of the eye slot and saw Ronon barreling down the tunnel, firing two shots to incapacitate the guards before unlocking the door and practically wrenching it off its hinges. It took another minute for Teyla to catch up, and another two for the Marines and Rodney to catch up with Teyla.

"Ronon?" John smirked, "It took you long enough." And he stood and left what had once been his cage and now what nothing more than a very stinky room that he would never have to see ever again. He was pleased.

"McKay got lost." Was the only explanation offered, and it was only with a glint in the taller man's eye that let John know that Ronon had obviously used this mercilessly against Rodney several times in order to piss him off and greatly amuse Ronon in the process. He'd gotten that from John, and once exposed to how fun it was to piss McKay off, one could never stop. It was something that both him and Ronon took great advantage of on a day to day basis. And we digress…

Soon with Teyla and the teams of Marines caught up they set out to make it make topside and eventually with to the Jumpers. "McKay, about Mikey…" John began once they were relatively close to the way out of the underground bunker, "She's-"

"Don't worry, Carson's got her."

Okay, what now?

"What?"

Rodney huffed as the Marines started climbing the ladder up and out of the bunker, "Carson, he and a bunch of Marines found her in what they pass for an infirmary on this backwater planet. She lost a lot of blood but not so much, and there was no infection so they stabilized her, and rushed her to a jumper before taking off for Atlantis. By then, Ronon had already interrogating a Genii for your location so we knew you weren't hurt and could let Carson go without any qualms."

John had no idea how Rodney got that all out in one breath, while typing on his tablet, while climbing the ladder, and while keeping eyes on Sheppard. It was a miracle that Rodney didn't pass out for suffocation and John could only be thankful for small mercies.

"So she's alive?" He asked, "And you brought two jumpers?" He sounded incredulous, but he just couldn't believe things were that easy. He and Mikey had been tortured for weeks, and then all of a sudden the Calvary arrives and they skip back to Atlantis with nary a worry in the world. No shooting, no arguing, no running, no pain or drama or stress or death or trauma or blood or anything.

McKay looked irritated at having to repeat himself, "Yes, she's alive and yes, we brought two - dare I say it - two jumpers. I told Elizabethit was overkill, but does she listen to me? Noooooo.

Seriously, I'm the smartest guy in two galaxies! Is it so much trouble to ask for a little respect? Really?"

John had difficulties hiding his smirk as he settled into the back of the jumper. Lorne was already at the pilot's seat and took off once everyone was inside. "So how'd you find us?"

Rodney went from irritation to smug so fast, John was sure the man pulled something, but if he did, McKay showed no indication of it as went off in a tirade about his "magnificent genius" and his

"massive intellect". He went off on how he triangulated the position of his subcutaneous transmitter by using wraith hive ships to find and locate the signal all without their knowledge. In fact,

the only reason they found John at all was because of yesterday's culling.

By the time Rodney was done, John and every man, women, and marine on the puddlejumper (save Major Lorne of course) was fast asleep. Needless to say he was miffed.

However, it did lead to manly man-bonding between the haughty astrophysicist and John's 2IC as they were the only ones awake for the six hours it took to get back to Atlantis as they were near a week's walk away from the Stargate.

Once they landed, everyone woke up and headed down to the infirmary for post-mission check up and John's badly needed and strangely mandatory physical. While checking him over, Carson confirmed that Mikey was going to be okay, and up and running around in no time at all, after at least two weeks of recuperating of course, that much was given. After all, she was shot.

Oh! And she could speak English again, once more thankful for small mercies, John promptly passed out. After all, he was tortured (and McKay still ranting might have had a small part to play too… maybe…).

And please review, because I wrote this only because you asked and would like to know what you think of this small epilogue. :)