Colonel Sheppard watched as the guy floating above them set down on the ground once the last dart had been shot down and turn toward them, issuing orders to his team as he did so. He was startled to realize he was probably no more then eighteen years old.

"Amy, Johnathan, scans." Xander ordered and Amy began a magical sweep of the area and Johnathan used the Inhuman communicator. "Ms. Calendar, are you alright?"

"Just exhausted, Xander." She replied. "I made a few technowands from an alien computer and burned through my energy reserves. Some sleep and I'll be alright."

"Amy, double check with a scan." Xander ordered. "Tired people make mistakes, Ms. Calendar and you've taught us to be cautious." He grinned playfully at her. "I'd hate to lose my Ancient One to some alien crap because I didn't take the time to make sure you were alright."

"Ancient One?" Sheppard asked.

"A title given a high ranking instructor of the Mystic Arts." The young man answered. "She's teaching Amy and myself. I'm Alexander Harris, Guardian of the Sanctum Sanctorum and member of the Scoobies."

"Scoobies? Like the cartoon? Your team's named for a cartoon?" Sheppard laughed. "I like that, if the enemy even understand what Scooby means, they're likely to underestimate you just based on the name."

"That too." Xander's grin widened. "Mostly though, it's a bunch of meddling kids figuring out puzzles and unmasking the bad guy. Sometimes literally. And Colonel O'Neill agreed that it showed way more imagination than SG 1."

"He's a General here." Sheppard told him. "Your, uh, Ancient One over there." He canted his head toward Jenny and grinned back. "Figured out this is a different reality and time from the one you're familiar with."

"What the Hell made him decide to fly a desk?" Xander shook his head. "He must hate it."

"To keep a civilian bureaucrat from getting it and so Hammond could take over running a new department and advising the President."

"Good for General Hammond, bad for Jack." Xander decided. "Anything, Amy?" He asked his witchy friend.

"Nothing beyond animals for miles." She reported. "And Ms. Calendar appears fine, just tired."

"Johnathan?"

"There's some kind of ship in orbit, huge." One of the young men who'd been standing guard in front of them answered.

"That would be a hive ship." Sheppard informed them, amusement falling away. "But unless you can teleport onto it, we can't get to it. We didn't bring a jumper."

"Jumper?"

"Space capable shuttle that fits through the 'gate. You're familiar with the Stargate?"

"Yeah, we are and I could teleport to the ship, possibly, but a blind teleport risks materializing inside something. We may be able to portal to it, if I can establish a link between here and there."

"Portal?"

"Think of it like a wormhole if that terminology works better for you."

"You can just generate your own wormhole?" McKay asked, clearly sceptical. "With what equipment? You don't even have a computer with you."

"Actually, yes we do." Xander held up his hand, showing the Inhuman communicator. "This little thing has more processing power than Major Carter's roomful of hard drives does. Considerably more. And I can establish a portal using this." He shook the two fingers on which the sling ring resided.

"What would you need to make a connection?" Sheppard asked as McKay goggled and sputtered like a motor boat.

"These aliens that were attacking you -."

"Humans in this Galaxy call them Wraith, your Ms. Calendar has been calling them space vampires because they suck life energy from their victims."

"Like Ampata." Jenny gave the Scoobies a comparison they could understand.

"Space vampires." The tall brunette with her bloody sword resting against her shoulder muttered. "Can we just find one place without vampires of some kind? Unless they're all like Grandpa and Lily or the outcast race, I mean."

Xander grimaced, remembering the pretty girl he'd liked who'd died so horrifically a couple years before. "Anyway," he shook it off. "if these aliens came from that ship I could use something of their's, blood for instance and establish a link because they'd have left something of themselves behind on the ship."

"You can pinpoint DNA traces that accurately?" McKay looked fascinated.

"Sure, but would assaulting the ship be worth it?" Xander asked. "Are there more humans on board?"

"They put them in storage on the ships to consume later." Teyla answered. "From the worlds they cull, such as this one."

"Then the reason for assaulting the ship is worth it." Xander decided. "Johnathan, how many lifeforms are you reading?"

"A few hundred total." He answered. "But they're not reading as human, if the humans are in a suspended state we probably wouldn't be able to read them this far away."

"My team and I need to restock on bullets, we're nearly out." Sheppard told them. "We need to go back to base to get them and there's no telling if the Wraith will still be here when we get back. They can afford to simply cut their losses and leave for the next world to cull because there's little in this Galaxy that can fight them."

"We could handle a few hundred ourselves usually." Xander answered, glancing at his team. "And the girls especially have a quick recovery."

"It's too late." Johnathan told him. "He's right, Xander, they're leaving. I detected some kind of rift opening and they just disappeared."

"Hyperspace window." McKay said absently, he was practically drooling staring at the Inhuman communicator and wanting to take it apart and figure out how it worked. "They travel through hyperspace."

"Another dimension where the speed of light is faster." Xander nodded. "Which is how FTL works. Okay, then it's too late to take the ship. Can you get the humans out of the little ships storage?"

"I can." McKay answered. "It's just a matter of reversing the transporter."

"Then go do it."