A/N: Sorry for the long wait. Holidays and then school started up again. Anyway, here's the next chapter of the story.

Jolly Old England

The plane landed and John and Carson went to collect their baggage. They took the boxes that they had to carry and brought them over to the deposit place. Once the packages were disposed of, they left the airport, wanting to start their adventure.

They walked out of the airport and started walking down the street. John stopped and looked around.

"Welcome to jolly old England," John said.

"Yeah, breathe that sweet, sexy, European air," Carson replied.

All of a sudden, a ringing went off, resembling the song that Ronon had sung during the party.

"What's that?" John asked Carson.

"It's the phone they gave me at the hospital," Carson answered.

"That's cool," John replied.

"Yeah, and it works anywhere," Carson said, "Excuse me."

Carson turned around so that he could answer the phone. John just stared at him, an amused look on his face.

"Carson here. Hello, Mr. Walters," Carson started, "Yes, sir. I'm down in file storage. Umm, hold on a second."

Carson looked around for a while before putting the phone back to his ear.

"No, sir. I can't find the files anywhere," Carson said, "Yes, sir, I'll keep looking. I don't rest until I find it."

John was in tears, laughing at the way Carson had just lied to his boss.

"Didn't tell your boss you were leaving the country?" John managed to ask him.

"They would have stopped paying me," Carson replied, "It seemed easier."

"So, where to?" John asked him.

"I don't know," Carson answered.

John looked at his watch.

"The first bus to Berlin doesn't leave till tomorrow. What do you want to do?" John started, "Got the Tower of London; there's Buckingham Palace..."

John noticed that Carson didn't really like either of those two ideas. John sighed, knowing exactly what Carson was thinking about.

"There's no drinking age," John said.

Carson's face lit up, "There you go! Come on, let's go."

John and Carson started walking down the street, looking for the first pub they could find. They walked for a while and then they finally found one.

"Hey look, 'The Feisty Goat'" Carson said.

"All right. Let's go," John responded.

They opened the door and walked in. Inside the bar, people were drinking and partying already. The two of them walked up to the bar and waited for the bartender to come. They were just about to order when the people in the bar came up behind them and started picking a fight.

"Hey, this isn't where I parked my car," Carson tried to get out of it.

"Oy," came a noise out of the group, "Who the bloody hell are you?"

John and Carson turned around to face the voice. Out from the crowd a large, mean looking man came through the crowd.

"This is a private members bar, exclusively for the supporters of the greatest football team in the world," he continued, "Manchester United! Now please, enlighten me. Who the fuck are you?"

"That is a good question, and... Johnny?" Carson started.

"We're the Manchester United fan club..." John started, thinking on his feet, "from Ohio."

The man didn't completely believe him.

"If you're Manchester United supporters," he said, "then sing the Manchester United song."

"Excuse me," Carson chimed in, "I'm not much of a singer."

"Sing!" the man yelled at them.

John jumped back a little and started singing. He started singing the first song that came into his head.

My baby takes the morning train,

He works from nine to ten and then

He takes another home again

To find me ... watching the Manchester United football team

John finished. He looked around and was trying to think of a way out of the mess when all of a sudden...

"Pretty good," the man said, "Pretty damn good, lads!"

Both John and Carson were surprised by his reaction, but were even more surprised when he came over and hugged them both. They were led over to the bar and handed drinks.

They spent the night partying with Ford (he told them his name after handing them their drinks) and the boys, drinking way more than they should. They even participated in games such as breaking bottles over Ford's head and opening the bottles with their eyes.

Both of them passed out and were taken by the boys and put in a bus. The boys started driving the bus, going to the next game that the Manchester United team was playing in.

TBC

A/N: Football is soccer in England, for those of you that were confused. The next chapter starts with John and Carson on the bus, headed to their next stop: France.