"What-what are you doing?" Rodney asked suddenly as he watched his brother begin to flip the switches to the F-302.

"It's the last F-302, Rodney – the one we left behind, and it's driving us," explained John as he quickly buckled up.

"Yeah, but we can't go after it. We have no computer system navigation…" Rodney replied.

"We don't need a navigational computer to fly this thing. Besides, we're not going far."

Rodney just stared at his brother, had he gone crazy, had all the brass suddenly gone to his head. But he didn't hesitate he grabbed his own straps and began to buckle up, the bile rising in his throat.

"Engine Room, this Sheppard. Prepare to initiate another shutdown on my command."

"John, what are you doing?" Questioned Elizabeth.

"Getting rid of the last place the virus can hide," replied John.

"Wait-wait-wait-wait-wait. I'm nearly done," Rodney gasped as he tried to jam his stupid straps together. But John didn't wait for Rodney to finish strapping in, he started to taxi the F-302 to the bay doors.

"You'd better make this quick, Sheppard – radiation levels are beginning to rise in the outer hull," Caldwell spoke over the comlink.

"Understood," replied John.

The F-302 launched, and looped over the top of the ship to head for the other F-302 behind the ship. However, the virus-infested F-302 had already anticipated John's arrival and has flown to the side of the ship. As John's glider passed, the virus ship swung over the top of Daedalus and fell in behind John. Rodney jumped when something began to beep.

"What was that beeping?" he asked frantically.

"Somebody just locked onto us. Hold on."

He threw his ship into a roll. The virus ship rolled in an attempt to stay with it. John tried several rolls, unable to shake the second ship, he cursed under his breath.

"Uh! What happened to the inertial dampeners?" Rodney's voice was shaky.

"At these speeds, you're gonna feel the tight turns even with the dampeners," John said quickly, praying that Rodney wouldn't throw up.

"Uh! Now he tells me!" cried Rodney.

"Hold on – we're just gonna tap on the brakes here." John said grinning; he pulled the lever to his right back, suddenly the two shot forward in their seats as the F-302 shot back, rapidly. The virus ship flashed past them. John heard his brother gulp as he tried not to puke.

"You okay back there?"

"Nope…not really," he mumbled through a huffed breath.

"He's making a break for the coronasphere!" John called.

"Would it be good to mention that we have less protection in this ship than we did on the Daedalus?" Rodney spoke suddenly.

"Not really."

"I didn't think so," mumbled Rodney, "Is it just me, or is it getting a little hot in here?" he asked as they moved towards the star, "The thing is, I have very fair skin. I tend to burn easily…" he continued.

"Just a few more seconds," he watched as his screen faded in and then out, seconds later he was able to catch it with his target, and shot the two weapons at him, "Daedalus, this is Sheppard. Target is destroyed. I repeat, target is destroyed. If you try one more shutdown, I think it might just work," John called grinning.

"Roger that. Sheppard out. You did great back there, Rodney. Wanna take the stick?" John said leaning back to his brother

"Really!" Rodney asked hopefully.

"No."

"I hate you," mumbled Rodney as he sat back.

"Rod…are you all right?"

"No…I think I'm really going to throw up," he whispered.

John quickly handed one of the sick bags each of these had to his brother. He gulped himself when he heard Rodney puking into the bag. "Told you not to eat anything," he joked.

"I'm dying," murmured Rodney.

"Hardly, you'll be fine."

"How do you know…"

"Because you're Rodney McKay and you won't die," joked John.

He was interrupted by the sound of Rodney puking his guts out again into the bag. Nearly an hour later John gently parked the F-302 in the flying bay and opened the hatch and watched as Rodney clamored out of the jet and puked yet again, "Carson, this is Sheppard, I could use you down here when you get a moment," he spoke into his com.

"I'll be right there lad."

"No wonder you never went to the moon," joked Sheppard, but only got a glare from his younger brother.

"Sorry buddy."

"What's wrong Colonel?" Beckett asked as he hurried to their side.

"He's been throwing up off and on for the past hour…"

"I think ya probably just threw him for a whirl," joked Beckett, gaining himself a grimace and cold stare as well. "You'll be fine, but let's get you up the infirmary deck just in case."