The metallic taste of blood was not pleasant in his mouth, but he smiled despite the new pain. He'd managed to completely ruin their plans without them having a clue. Those alterations he'd made to the equations were now ingrained in the memory of the engine's control systems and nothing short of scrapping the entire system would allow the engines to ever start again.

"Don't tell me you're enjoying this."

"This no, the fact that your sublight engines will never ignite again, very much so." Jonas turned on his signature smile, he knew that if Jack had been there, he would have shot Jonas himself for smiling.

White signaled to the other two agents to let go of Jonas. Unable to support himself on only his left leg, he fell to the floor with a pained grunt. White bent down face to face with Jonas. He roughly grabbed Jonas's chin and forced him to look into his eyes. "What the hell are you talking about?" He articulated each word slowly and carefully.

Jonas winced as White's fingers dug into his jaw. "Only that those equations I gave you were a virus that wiped out your entire control system." Again with the smile, he figured he could blame it on the fever raging through his body.

White lost all control at the appearance of that smile. He shoved Jonas's arm up behind his back until he heard that all satisfying pop, using his new found leverage, he slammed his captive's head into the ground one last time.

Cross looked down at the unresponsive alien at his feet. He took an unconscious step backwards to avoid the growing pool of blood. "Now what, Voss is literally going to kill us when he finds out about the control systems."

"Now we kill him. Hopefully, if we can destroy the SGC we can manage to stay alive." He snatched the Zat from Singer, "go pack up and bring me the surgical kit."

White listened to the door close as he aimed the Zat at Jonas's head. After a minute he lowered the weapon, realizing he would get a lot more satisfaction from killing the man with his bare hands. He was so intent on his visions of various ways to take a life that he didn't hear the fight occurring in the other room.

Sam popped up from behind the desk and fired to cover Jack as he moved toward the door to the other room. In her opposite field of vision, she could see Teal'c taking out his frustrations on Agent Singer. From the looks of things, Singer wouldn't be leaving the infirmary for a very long time. Carter inched toward the edge of the desk, smiling as Cross continued to fire at the spot that she had just vacated. Men were so gullible. She continued to move towards him unnoticed until she was within striking distance. She may not be Teal'c, but she was no slouch in hand to hand combat.

Teal'c was indeed enjoy himself, although he wished Singer had presented more of a challenge. After ensuring that his opponent was out for the count, he zip tied his hands and turned his attention to Sam and Cross. Initially he'd worried that she would need help, but it would appear that Cross was the one that needed a hand. Carter's face was flushed from anger and adrenaline, but she smiled as she delivered a sharp elbow to his temple. Teal'c returned her grin, they were getting their teammate back, and taking out a little retribution in his name. O'Neill had been correct, nobody messed with their geek. Teal'c headed toward the other room where he could hear another brawl taking place.

Jack had thoroughly enjoyed the look on White's face when he burst through the door. That enjoyment quickly turned to blind rage when he spied his teammate's broken body on the floor. Jack launched himself at White, not waiting for the shock of his appearance to dissipate. The next thing he knew, Carter and Teal'c were pulling him off the unconscious NID agent.

"He's no longer a threat, Col. O'Neill."

Sam had left them to check on Jonas. He was just starting to stir when she reached him. "Jonas? Come on Jonas, let's see that smile." She reached out a hand to touch his shoulder.

Jonas grasped as his brain began receiving the pain messages from various parts of his body. "Oh God, Sam don't touch me!"

Carter immediately snatched her hand back and took a second to survey the damage done to her friend. From the awkward position of the head of his Humerus, she knew that the shoulder was dislocated, definitely not a pleasant sensation. The wound to his thigh had apparently stopped bleeding, but the laceration above his right eye had taken its place. The young Kelownan was bathed in sweat. "Sir, we need to find out that chopper's ETA."

Jack reached for his radio, but was stopped when SG-3 and 12 fanned into the building. Much to everyone's relief, Janet was two steps behind them. Jack's yell brought her running to the back room.

Janet dropped to her knees next to Jonas, "Oh Jonas, what have you gotten yourself into this time?"

"Just don't touch my shoulder and I promise I'll behave," Jonas managed a weak grin.

Dr Fraiser returned his smile, but the worry remained in her eyes. Sgt Silverman, the medic from SG-3, helped her set up vitals monitoring and do initial bandaging of his obvious wounds. Both were careful not to disturb his shoulder, yet. That would have to come later. Janet was not happy as she watched the numbers climb steadily on the thermometer.

SG-1 shifted anxiously in the background, none of them were used to being on the sidelines. After securing the prisoners, the other two SG teams joined them, standing silently until Janet rounded on them. "Don't just stand there, go get the rest of my supplies and tell that pilot to be ready to have the chopper in the air in two minutes." She directed her attention to SG-1, "his blood pressure is dropping, his heart rate's up and I don't like the looks of this infection."

"Um, I'm laying right here." Jonas had attempted to inject some humor into the statement to ally some of their fears, but his attempt fell flat, coming out weak and gravely.

Janet took advantage of his momentary distraction to manipulate his shoulder back into the socket. She knew the medication she'd injected hadn't taken effect yet, but she there wasn't room to do it on the helicopter.

Jonas's primal yell set everyone's nerves on edge. The sound of his shallow panting filled the following silence. "That… was… not… nice, and I am done behaving," he managed to grind out through clenched teeth.

"Just try to relax Jonas, the medication should take effect in a minute." She and Silverman continued checking injuries until SG-12 reported that the pilot was ready whenever Janet was. Jonas was quickly bundled onto a field stretcher and strapped into the helicopter. Janet watched his eyes throughout the entire process, only becoming worried when they began closing of their own accord. "Jonas," she shook his good shoulder until those green eyes blinked back open, "I need you to stay awake for me, at least until we get back to the SGC."

"Sorry, I told you I was done behaving."

So, I know that I refer to Jonas as a geek a lot, but I call myself a geek all the time, so its ok.