This Chapter, It gets graphic! You've been warned. This deals with more backstory regarding Evan/ Carson and Steve after the point where he joins the Navy. If your a registered member you have an inbox located under private messages on the left side column on your user page. Just click your user name at the top of the page by the log out button to get to your user page.

It looks like a lot is developing from the back story and it'll have to be this way to set the rest of the story in motion and establish some more characters.

Glossary: Klaxon: Stargate Commands Base Alarm

The Klaxon blared through the mountain complex, Carson was in a light doze and nearly fell from his office chair. Carson ever the gentleman let Dr. Carolyn Lam have the office located in the infirmary and took one in the military officer's wing. Before Carson could get to his feet, Samantha Carter was paging him to the gate room. Not bothering to retrieve his lab coat Carson ran to the infirmary like hell's fire was licking at his heels. Hardly in the gate room door, he could see First Lieutenant Lorne coming through the event horizon carrying Lieutenant McGarrett and impressive feat considering the seal's height and weight.

Carson started barking orders to the his people and sending them about their jobs. He could tell Evan's adrenalin was waining and he carefully transferred Steve to the gurney taking care not to disrupt Evan's splint. Steve's eyes were starting to glaze and Carson knew timing was pivotal. " Steve lad what have yah done to yourself, a right number aye." Evan got him here, the ball was in his court and he'd be damned if this man died on his table. Knowing Evan would collapse the second Steve made it to surgery and that he was to far gone to hear anything he said, Carson called for Daniel Jackson and Teal'c to catch evan before he could hurt himself.

had to admit he was impressed with Evan's medical engineering in the field. He carefully inspected Steve's lower leg, shards of bone were protruding from open flesh, his entire foot had bursted open with the remains of busted toes piercing his combat boots. There was absolutely no way Carson could reconstruct any of this, not even a specialized surgeon could do this. Evan's rope working may very well have been the only reason Steven made it to the infirmary without bleeding out. It was bound so tight blood was hardly seeping from all of Steve's injuries. If Carson hazard a guess McGarrett would of gone septic long before reaching the gate. He made a mental note to suggest the Air Force put a commendation in Evan's file.

Carson and his team removed the splint and replacing Evan's tourniquet with a surgical one just a little higher on Steve's leg. Slowly Carson began to remove the shattered shards of shattered bone that released around Steve's knee cap. Though his mind was focused on the task at hand, his mind wandered. He only knew Steve based on his medical file and his person file. He'd seen him in passing but they ran in different circles. Steve's team had to be the only team Carson didn't ever have to deal with, oddly they never came back with life threatening injuries or any of the usual weird he dealt with when it came to SG-1. All the gate teams reported to a different physician for post mission exams kind of like a family doctor so it didn't surprise Carson that he'd never officially met the man. From what he knew, Steve was an exceptional swimmer, but the seal part didn't do much to dispel the notion that he wasn't. He probably didn't have to many friends since he was a sailor and brought into the SGC. Between that and the usual military branch pissing match that seemed part of the nature the poor guy was probably standing with his dick in the wind. Carson vowed to change that.

So much of McGarrets tibia and fibia were damaged along with his knee joint Carson was able to remove all of the bone without a bone saw. He worked as much of the amputation internally as he could for the sake of controlling blood flow. Some surgeons were not a fan of his unconventional techniques but they worked. Pulling out the two pieces the knee cap had broken into, Carson sanded down the remaining femoral bone into a smooth rounded stump. Carson severed off the rest of of Steve's leg, they worked fast to tied off all the little veins and arteries and their larger friends. Steve was starting to crash.

"Doctor, he's crashing" one of his assistants said.

" Paddles" he barked

Paddles in hand Carson ordered his staff to clear

Steve's body convulsed with the shock running through his body but his EKG remained static.

" More Juice"

" Clear"

Nothing

" Come on, Stay with me sailor"

" A little more Juice"

"Clear"

" Damn it…..one more"

" Clear"

" Call it, Doctor he's done"

" Shut up Raymond, your not the head surgeon, juice it"

Raymond not at all thrilled with the head surgeon juiced it once more whilst muttering under his breath about over entitled foreigners taking their jobs.

" Clear"

Carson waited, the steady beep of a flatline ominous of the room, the ball was in Steve's court for a moment, The silence in the room was deafening aside from the EKG and then the line peaked. Steve was in sinus rhythm, Carson called for Amiodarone to control Steve;s heart's erratic rhythm. He was breathing on his own and taking in strong breaths and he saw no need intubate him. Carson had to admit the man was a fighter. Finished tying off the last of the small arteries, Carson utilized an internal inertial dampener on the bottom of Steve's stop. Keller had sent the technology back from Atlantis something Carson was thankful for. He was able to graft Steve's remaining tendons to it so his muscle would continue to function as it would have had his leg been reconstructed and the chances of muscular atrophy post-amputation were minimal. This would also allow for Steve to continue his career as a seal. Surgery finished Steve was transported out into the infirmary, set on the empty bed next to the one Evan occupied, stump cushioned on a pillow and tucked in.

Carson finished scrubbing out, He stripped out of surgical garb in favour of a pair of Desert BDUs and a White T-shirt. It was technically his day off and he saw new reason to hover about the infirmary in a lab coat and scrubs. He pulled a chair up between the two infirmary beds, checked to make sure Steve was settle enough for comfort, Steve had enough drugs and pain killers in his system to render and elephant useless and was likely not to wake up until well into the next day. He also set Evan up on an I.V drip just to level out his fluids. Carson had a sinking suspicion he was likely dehydrated. Given the gravity of Steve's Surgery Carson didn't want to stray to far from the infirmary though Carolyn was capable of Steve's post-op work, Carson needed to see for himself that his patients were fine.

A few hours later, SG-1 rolled through the infirmary. They delivered the whole sordid story of what took place off world and to say Carson was sick to his stomach was an understatement. He was relieved to be informed Steve's entire unit had been stripped of their ranks and discharged for conduct unbecoming. Evan and Steve were to be assigned to a new gate team with Major John Sheppard and Dr. Rodney McKay who'd be transferring back from Atlantis by the time Steve was finished with physio. Carson had known McKay and Sheppard for years and they'd be a good fit for both Evan and Steve. The two men were misfits of their own.

Carson must have dozed off at some point during the night, he could feel deft fingers running through his hair and he just couldn't be bothered to open his eyes because damn, did it feel good. Steve was beginning to come around, the last thing he knew he'd been on the planet with his leg pinned between a rock and a hard place, literally. His team had ditched him, the bastards, oh there was the young guy who hauled his ass back to the gate. He could smell and hear the sounds of the infirmary, at least he was safe. Finally cracking open his eyes he took in his surroundings. Glancing over he could see his, rescuer not his best friend, He had said they were best friends on the ay back to the gate, staring off into space lost in his own thought while running his fingers through the slumbering man's hair. Said man was sitting in a chair between the two beds side ways with his head leaned back resting on Evan's bed just beside his chest, with on foot planted on the ground and the other resting on his bed were his leg should be. Steve had resigned to the fact, he was likely going to lose his leg if he made it off the planet alive, though he thought he would more likely end up dead. The panic of discovering he now only had one leg didn't send him into any panic, it was just something he'd accepted. He had a few get well cards on the table beside his bed, which shocked him. He could see one was folded construction paper with stick-men that said " Get Better from Cam" Steve didn't even know he was on SG-1's radar.

Steve decided to make his awakened state known, he didn't feel any pain so he must of been drugged to an inch of his life.

" So Cupcakes?"

Evan looked over

" Out of all that, the thing you remember is cupcakes?"

" Well I don't really care about the other stuff"

" Oh?" Evan unsure of himself

" Should I care about it?" Steve asked

" Not really, I just didn't think it'd be received so easily"

" Your you thats all there is to it, so cupcakes?" Steve said this time looking at the man slumbering between the two beds and Evan's cheeks heated up when he shyly nodded like a kid with his first crush.

" Oh and Evan, to answer your question, I like Vanilla cupcakes with pineapple glaze on them"

" Pineapple cupcakes?"

" Hawaii remember" Steve retorted before getting an evil glint in his eye and a smirk on his face.

Steve, used his long reach to tap Dr. Beckett's foot and watched his eyes flutter open. He was somewhere between alive and awake when Steve said.

"Wake up Dr. Cupcakes, up and at em" Steve said much to Evan's embarrassment as the other man had buried his now bright read head under his pillow.

" Come on Cupcake"

Carson finally sat up shaking off the rest of his comfortable almost doze to look at the sail.

" Aye, did you just call me Dr. Cupcakes? lad?" Carson asked a little bewildered and wondering if this was some sort of bad reaction Steve had to pain killers.

" Sure did Doc, I had a good reason though I'm not going to tell you".

" Shut up, Shut Up before I request your immediate transfer to the village people Steven!" Evan groaned from under the pillow. Causing Carson just to get more confused.

" Bloody Hell Going On?"

"Nothing Red Velvet" Steve said with a half smirk on his face.

" Huh?" Carson was completely lost and thought he'd be saved from the lunacy with Daniel Jackson came into the infirmary with a take out tray from the mess.

" Would you guys like some cupcakes, they aren't from the mess. Cameron's mother visited and baked about a billion batches of cupcakes. They're Red Velvet"

at this both Evan and Steve started laughing, a good deep gut rumbling laugh and Carson got up throwing his hands in the air.

" I give up" which only made the two men in the beds laugh more.

" Beckett, how many of them did you drug?"

" One, Daniel."

With the medical technology from Atlantis, Carson was able to close Steve's surgical wounds without stitches or staples and Steve was cleared to rest in his quarters for the next couple of days. Though there would be no scar, he still had major life saving surgery. With a pair of crutches and a dismissal the two military officers headed toward the military quarters located on level four. Carson had a feeling those two men would be the death of him.

This pretty much caps off how Steve, Evan and Carson came into each other's lives. The next chapter is where Evan and Steve's new team will be established and from there it'll revert back to present day H50 in the headquarters.