Notes:
Sorry, I was having Internet issues earlier this week! But here it is last chapter and all that! I very much appreciate each and every person who has left a comment or kudos it means a lot more than you know! I knew this story would have a very small audience so those that have found this and enjoyed it, THANK YOU!
As always thanks to my amazing beta! And I don't own any of the shows, too bad for that!
Chapter 7
"I'm sorry sir, the only trace of Col. Winchester and Mac were a pile of items that they had on them, including their GDOs." The airman said finishing his report and then fled the conference room. Neither Jack nor Sam were in a pleasant mood and those that didn't have to be there had been keeping their distance.
Bozer started to say something, but Jack quickly cut him off and started to rant. "I don't want to hear it, unless you can tell me where they are."
This time Jack was cut off by an airman running into the room, "Sirs, ma'am I have a communication from Rowena. She says that you need to go back to the planet where they were abducted from."
Winchester smiled, "If that's Rowens's orders then y'all better get to it." The airman nodded crisply and ran out of the room.
"Do you think we'll find them there?" Riley asked.
"If we don't find them then at least there will be a clue or something. Rowena wouldn't send us otherwise." Sam said firmly. "She hasn't been wrong yet."
"Let's hope this isn't the first time," Dalton said grimly.
McG – SGC - SPN
On the Al'kesh
"OK, we've got her flying, now what do we do?" Dean asked. He'd had to use both hands to fly the spacecraft and now his left hand was paying the price for that. When his hand wasn't throbbing his knee was, and Mac looked to be in even worse shape.
"Let's put her in orbit around this planet until we know where we're going," Mac said.
Dean noticed that Mac was getting paler and he figured that pretty soon Mac was going to pass out. "Why don't you lay down somewhere?"
"I don't think I can move," Mac admitted softly. He was leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed. Well, his good eye was closed, the other one was swollen shut.
Looking out into the vast darkness of space Dean was worried, he had Mac who was seriously injured and fading fast, they didn't know where they were, and they had no GDO device that would allow them to gate home through a Stargate even if they found one. Mac's idea of finding a friendly planet was great and all, but you had to know where you were in order to find one. He was about to get up and help Mac to the floor so they could elevate his legs to stave off shock for a bit longer when a flash of light in the distance caught his eye and then he saw the shape of another space ship headed their way.
"Hey Mac, a ship just came outta hyperspace. Do we have any weapons on this thing?"
Mac opened his good eye and straightened up a bit. "No, can you tell who it is?"
"Not yet they're too far away."
Frowning Mac looked at the dashboard, "There should be a way to hail them. We just need to find the comms."
"I don't care if it's one of the Ori or another goa'uld. They need to just get us off of here." Dean said as the ship drew closer.
"I think it might be the Apollo!" Mac said with glee as he recognized the ship.
"Well get the comm system going!" Dean said, trying to share his enthusiasm, but still wary of the ship being an unfriendly.
Mac hit a button, "I think that this is it?"
"You think or do you know? Cause there's a difference." Dean said.
"Dean is that you?" A voice that sounded just like Sam's came over the communication device.
"Sammy?"
"Yeah bro, it's me." Sam sounded like he was going to cry. He was such a girl sometimes.
Another voice came on, "Any chance you have a little blonde nerd there with you?"
"Yes Jack, I'm here too." Mac answered with a huge grin on his face.
Dean looked over at Mac, "Y'all are going to have to come get us. You'll also need to have medical standing by. Mac's a little banged up."
Not to be out done Mac added, "And so is Dean."
Dean just glared at him and continued, "Yeah, but Mac's in worse shape."
A few minutes later a bright flash of light went through the area leaving Sam and Jack standing between their missing friends. "A little banged up huh?" Sam asked sarcastically after looking both men over.
"Just a bit." Dean answered cheeky. "Ya might wanna get Mac to medical sooner rather than later, he thinks he might have internal bleeding."
Dalton sighed, "Yeah, we've got a gurney standing by. Let's get you two up and back to the Apollo." Dalton went to help Mac stand while Sam attended Dean.
"You look like hell Dean," Sam said sadly.
"Shut up and help me up, Bitch."
Sam rolled his eyes, "You're such a jerk." Sam gently grasped his brother's good hand and helped him to a standing position. Dean almost gasped at the pain that was shooting through his knee, but managed to stifle himself, it wouldn't do to worry Sammy.
Dalton touched his ear, "We're clear to beam." Another bright light and they were on the Apollo and medics were rushing towards them. Jack helped Mac limp to the waiting stretcher and they went off to sickbay.
Noticing the lack of another stretcher Sam explained, "The other gurney's are either being used or were broken. They're coming back for you."
Scoffing Dean tried to turn towards Medical, "Why wait, I can walk."
"You can walk?"
"Sure can." Dean said stubbornly.
"So you're telling me that if I remove my arm from around you that you could start walking to Medical all on your own." Sam said, not amused at his brother's antics.
"You know it." Sam had to get his stubbornness from somewhere.
"While I am very tempted to force you to do that, both you and I know that you would face-plant and you already look awful enough. Plus, I can hear the gurney coming now."
The medics and Sam got Dean loaded and he was soon on his way to join Mac in medical, Sam trailing right behind them.
"Oh, Mac and I left you and Dalton a present on the ak'kesh." Dean said as they rolled him to Medical.
"Really?"
"Yep, make sure he gets the treatment that he deserves." Dean's stretcher was parked beside where they were working on Mac. The curtain was pulled aside and Dr. Carson Beckett from Atlantis stepped into the space.
"And what's going on with you Lad?" Dr. Beckett's Scottish brogue had always amused Dean for some reason.
"I'm fine, nothing a few painkillers and some sleep won't cure," Dean tried. He heard a snort of laughter coming from the other side of the partition.
"I'll be the judge of that young man. Can ye tell me where it hurts?" Dr. Beckett looked at him with sympathy. Dean knew he had to look like something straight out of a horror movie.
"Everywhere?" Dean tried. But Carson just gave him a stern look, "Fine, my left hand is throbbing from getting smacked by a hammer, I think my right knee might be about to fall off, Murdoc used some sort of stun gun thing on me several times, and the rest you can obviously see." He used his right hand to gesture to his face as it throbbed in time to his heart.
A nurse poked her head around the curtain, "Dr. Beckett, we're taking MacGyver to surgery, he has a persistent bleed in his abdomen."
"Thank ya, love." Carson said, then turned back to Dean, "We're going to do a full workup and get some fluids started. Then after some tests we will determine if you need surgery. As for that knee, imaging should tell us whats's the issue but we'll probably wait till we get back to the SGC if it needs surgery . So just lay back and relax."
Dean grimaced, "Easy for you to say Doc, nobody's coming at you with pointy things and asking if it hurts knowing damn well it does!"
Carson laughed, "Ye sound like Sheppard back on Atlantis. Now lay back and don't make me call for your brother." Sufficiently chastised Dean relaxed as best he could.
McG – SGC - SPN
Sam Winchester finally found Jack Dalton in the conference room once again pacing as he waited for news on Mac's surgery. They were the only two in there now. "Hey, do you want something to do?"
"What?" Sam could read the worry in Jack's face, Mac had looked pretty awful when they got him back.
"Dean said that they left us a present back on the al'kesh." He grinned knowing that Dalton would understand.
"Well then let's go." He strode out of the room and headed to the loading docks, but not before making sure he had his sidearm on him. Another group had beamed aboard and brought the al'kesh into the loading bay for transport back to Earth.
As they approached an airman walked down the ramp that led into the ship, "I was just about to come get you, I have something you need to see Sirs."
The two men trailed after the airman. He led them to one of the rooms where Murdoc was tied to a chair with a strip of tape covering his mouth.
Jack grinned, "Boy, they left us one heck of a present. And I know just what to do with it!"
McG – SGC - SPN
Mac came around with his mouth as dry as the Sahara and that weird aftertaste that anesthesia left. "Here have a drink," a hand that Mac recognized as Jack's materialized with a cup of water. Gratefully Mac took a few sips relishing the cold water.
"Thanks," Mac sighed. He let his eyes close as he cataloged how he felt. He could feel faint pain from his midsection, and his face felt tight, but he knew the worst of it was being held back by some heavy duty pain meds because of that weird floaty feeling he'd come to recognize.
"You awake, awake?" Jack rumbled.
"Think so," Mac mumbled. He tried taking a deep breath, but that shot pain through his midsection. Once it passed he turned to Jack, "So what's the damage?"
"Well, he broke one of your lower ribs which nicked your liver causing the internal bleeding." Jack gestured to Mac's face, "You've got an orbital fracture there, the swelling's mostly gone down, but you've got one awesome shiner! Add in a couple of stitches to some cuts on your face and arms, and that's it. They've got you all fixed up."
Mac nodded, "How's Dean?"
"I'm fine." The voice came from behind a curtain off to Mac's left. A few grunts later and the curtain was pulled back revealing Dean stuck in a bed much like his. His knee was propped up on some pillows with a brace on it and he could see another brace on his left hand. Dean's face was bruised from all the hits and several cuts had been stitched up.
"I'd laugh, but it would hurt," Mac said dryly. "What did the doctors say?"
Dean rolled his eyes, "Gotta go back for surgery here in a bit, apparently my knee is pretty gnarly." Dean grinned, "Doc said he didn't know how I was still walking on it, I told him by putting one foot in front of the other." When neither Mac nor Jack laughed Dean sighed, Doc didn't laugh either, said this brace is going to be my buddy for a while. As for my hand, it's broken, but not too badly. The rest is as you said, superficial." Dean frowned, "What did the docs say about your leg?"
It was Jack who answered, "Doc said it was due to an electrolyte imbalance. With all the sweating and torturing then Murdoc not feeding or watering y'all it caused your bodies to rebel." He gestured to the IV's "since we got y'all topped off on the good stuff, you should be goo to go."
Mac looked up at his IV stand seeing not just the usual bag of fluid, a empty small bag, and another mostly empty bag of what appeared to be blood. Jack noticed.
"Yeah, you were gettin a little low, so they topped you off. I tried to get them to let me donate to you, but they were afraid with my blood in you're veins you'd be unstoppable."
Rolling his eyes Mac said, "First I'm not one of your classic cars, second that's not how it works."
"He's not old enough to be a classic." Dean remarked with a chuckle.
"I'm 33." Mac replied dryly.
"My '67 Impala's older than you!" Dean snorted. Which prompted the men to delve into a delusion about their classic cars. Mac thought it would be a perfect time to take a nap, he was almost asleep when he heard a new voice.
"Col. Winchester, it's time for your surgery." A medic said.
"They know which knee to work on right?" Jack joked.
"I hope so, but I had Sam write on my good knee just in case," then Dean was gone with a wave.