Home now, here is the rest of the story. Thanks tons for all the feedback. I apologize for not responding to the reviews individually like normal, but pipes are frozen, trough andwater buckets are frozen, my world now consists of thick unbreakable ice. Thanks again for taking the time to write reviews and drop notes. Its greatly appreciated.

Part 5

An hour later, Biro reached up and pulled her surgical mask down with powdered patched hands, visual remnants of her latex gloves. "Gentlemen, if you could help us get Carson here onto a bed I'd appreciate it."

Mitchell turned away from the chair, tossing his gloves and mask to the ground and stormed from the small 'dirty' surgery room. He did not appreciate working under these conditions with people that did not respect his skill and abilities with the accolades he deserved.

Sheppard watched him go without too much sympathy. Biro had been here from the beginning. She was one of the few survivors, one of the originals. She earned her right to be here, she defended this place and the others as much as everyone else.

Mitchell could take his attitude and ego and go back to the Daedalus. Sheppard really didn't care; as long as Beckett's tooth was fixed. If it wasn't, then Sheppard and a contingent of marines would go and march Mitchell right off the Daedalus and make sure he fixed it right the second time.

The colonel stepped forward not looking forward to helping Carson move anywhere. Heavily bruised ribs and an aching collar bone that did not like leaning against a wall would not embrace lugging Beckett's stout frame across the infirmary into a bed.

"I see you've worked your magic again, Colonel, if Mitchell is anything to judge by," McKay muttered careful not to move his jaw too much as he spoke the room having passed Mitchell in the hall.

"I didn't do anything," Sheppard answered back slightly peeved.

"Now there's a surprise," McKay retaliated, "this evenings festivities would attest to that."

"Stow it, McKay," The colonel answered.

Biro sighed and shook her head, "Colonel Sheppard, please, let's get Carson here to a bed," the pathologist nodded her head to Beckett who slouched in the now partially upright chair. He stared at them with glazed but slightly un-amused glare.

"The colonel here is just about useless," McKay opinioned.

Sheppard gave the astrophysicist a put upon look, "I am not useless," he felt the need to clarify, though at the moment he didn't think he'd able to bend down and pick up a tooth brush if he had too.

"Of course not," McKay muttered, "you were just a paragon of help back in that tavern Carson so readily destroyed with the help of those Neanderthals."

"Hey, he needed to work off some steam," Sheppard declared, "besides he didn't start it. They did," The colonel grinned, "but we ended it."

"Oh yes, the military to the rescue again," McKay retorted as he sidled up next to the now nearly vertical chair. "Carson?"

Beckett let his head settle heavy back into the head rest of the chair and stared in Sheppard's direction with heavy eyelids.

"Carson, lets go," McKay ordered.

The 'No' was muffled but the lethargic defiance was clearly audible.

"Oh great," McKay muttered.

"Come on, little man," Dex smiled, "we can get him to a bed,"

They each grabbed an arm and pulled Beckett to unsteady feet with knees that gave like rubber bands, "Oh, no you don't, Carson," McKay huffed and quickly tightened his grip on Beckett's upper arm, copying Ronon's movement.

The group staggered and swayed for the doors.

"Carson, pick up your feet," McKay ordered with exasperation, gripping Beckett's arm tighter. Carson dragged his feet a little more, scuffing the toes of his shoes with more zeal. Ronon simply cinched his grip on the doctor more securely and urged a little more cooperation.

Beckett responded with a muffled cotton garbled protest and unsuccessfully tried to free his upper arm.

"Some people just shouldn't do drugs," Rodney stated, "he's so going to owe me for this."

Together the threesome staggered from the small dirty surgery room out into the main floor of the infirmary and headed for the bed just tucked out of the way with Biro standing next to it.

"Don't you have a bed more inconveniently out of the way?" Rodney grumbled, readjusting his grip on Carson's arm. "Maybe the East Pier?"

Sheppard followed behind gleefully offering advice and needling McKay with every step.

In a few moments, Rodney and Ronon eased Beckett back onto the infirmary bed. As Dex lifted the doctor's sneakered feet up onto the bed, Carson groggily sat up, swinging his feet stubbornly toward the floor.

McKay sighed and rubbed delicately at his bruised and swollen cheek, "No Carson, lay back down, you've done enough damage for one night."

Beckett grumbled and sat slouched on the side of the bed. He raised his head lightly and dragged his eyes from McKay to Sheppard. He stared at the colonel through blood shot half hooded eyes.

"Doc, I didn't do anything," Sheppard defended. He smiled reassuringly silently reminding himself he was the chief military officer of Atlantis. He could handle an out of sorts scientist. Hell, he dealt with Rodney every day.

"Why don't you lie down and sleep it off," Sheppard encouraged with the intention of helping Beckett lay back down.

Beckett twisted his shoulder away from the touch and grumbled, conveying his intense desire to be left alone without actually articulating anything.

"He is still disagreeable," Ronon noted.

"Imagine," Rodney muttered, "a few hours drugged to the gills in a dentist chair and us staring at him like a circus freak side show hasn't improved his disposition." McKay looked to Beckett who stared back at him with a jaundice glare.

"Perhaps Dr. Beckett, it would be best if you just lay down," Teyla tried to reason with a soft placating smile.

The CMO scowled at McKay.

"Not that way," Biro warned, "Dr. Beckett, sir, you should take your jacket off," the pathologist suggested as she signaled to one of the nurses.

Sheppard scrutinized Rodney's building frustration as the astrophysicist watched Beckett's uncoordinated movements in trying to remove his own coat without much success.

The colonel silently counted off the time before McKay's impatience with what he perceived to be incompetence ran out and he stepped forward to do the job himself.

Sheppard reached nine.

With an exasperated sigh, McKay stepped forward unable to witness any more fruitless action that would not reach the desired results or any results.

Biro smiled rocking slightly back on her heels. Sheppard slid a glance at her and cocked an eyebrow at her knowing grin as she accepted two white blankets from a nurse.

"Carson, you make a horrible patient," McKay stated as he attempted to pull the sleeve free while Beckett twitched his arm forward and backward trying to get loose of whatever yanked on him. "Hold still," Rodney muttered working the coat free. "You're worse than the Colonel." McKay took the jacket and tossed it at Ronon. "Now lay down."

"No," Beckett mumbled and rubbed at the side of his head, messing his hair with a heavy hand.

"Here you go, Carson," Biro slid in on the far side of the bed and draped a heated white blanket over her boss's shoulders.

Beckett wrapped it tightly around himself with fumbling hands and seemed to curl even further forward.

"Okay gentleman, now that Carson is taken care of," as Biro spoke Beckett leaned to the side laying down and dragging his legs up onto the bed. The second warmed blanket was draped over the bottom half of his body. After a moment he simply buried deeper into the blankets and slowly relaxed.

The pathologist shook her head, "Heated blankets works every time," She smiled smugly at the others. "Mr. Dex could you please remove Carson's shoes---thank you," Biro stared at Sheppard, "is there anything else I can do for you or your team, Colonel?" The hint to leave was clearly discernable.

The sound of a sneaker hitting the floor thudded in the near background followed by a second.

"What're ya gonna do with him next?" Sheppard's shoulder ached miserably and he almost envied Beckett, his warm blanket and dark secluded part of the infirmary.

"We'll keep him quiet for the night," Biro sighed, "start again first thing in the morning." Biro sighed tiredly, "Hopefully, we will be seeing the beginnings of brighter mornings soon."

"If we're lucky," Sheppard muttered.

"Mitchell, going to be doing the work again?" Ronon leaned against the foot of Beckett's bed with his arms crossed.

Biro sighed despondently, "Yes."

"Best let us know when," Sheppard suggested.

"Yes, yes, let's make sure we all know, so we can be in the middle of another harrowing rendition of Scotland's finest hour: William Wallace meets King Edward I---I personally don't have enough bruises or aches to be satisfied." McKay cupped a gentle hand around the area of his swollen cheek bone.

"Oh come on, McKay, what happened back in the tavern isn't going to happen here. Carson's a professional, so is Mitchell," Sheppard offered, "they'll be alright, they'll work together---right---Dr. Biro?" The colonel looked over to the pathologist.

"Dr. Beckett doesn't embrace the dental side of medicine," Biro offered with as neutral a response as she could and still agree with Dr. McKay.

"Gee, what gave you that idea?" Rodney sneered back, "Could it have been when he tried to pull his own tooth out?"

Sheppard cringed and stared warily at Beckett who slept oblivious, his down cheek full of gauze rolls.

Biro offered McKay a twisted impatient smile, "Actually, no, it was when he agreed to go off world with you bunch of accident prone HMO nightmares, after he learned that the Daedalus had the good fortune of bringing an oral surgeon and team here for the scheduled yearly visit."

"Contact us," Ronon pushed himself away from the bed and dropped his arms, "McKay and I will be there." With that Dex nodded to the three people and took his leave.

"What? Why me?" McKay stuttered, "I'm injured you know, fractured cheek."

"Hairline, McKay," Sheppard corrected, "and they had to use a special light to see the defect in the first place. And it certainly hasn't kept you quiet."

"Fracture is a fracture," McKay retorted, "why don't you be here?"

Sheppard smiled, "I plan on it," he turned to Biro, "just contact one of us," he looked back down to Beckett who slept peaceably with his mouth slightly ajar and hint of cotton showing. He turned back to Biro, "We'll be here---Come on, McKay, let's leave the nice doctor alone."

"Nice doctor?" McKay started out after Sheppard, "who the Hell would that be? Carson's sleeping, and let me tell you he's been nothing but a bear the past few weeks. Biro's just keeping her circular saw warm probably can't wait to take my brain out and study it."

"Sure McKay, sure," Sheppard's reply was cut off as the infirmary doors closed behind them.

Biro sighed and stared down at her boss, "You've got some bizarre friends Carson, good but bizarre."

The end.