“I didn’t think you were the type of person to do this,” Woolsey said, holding up the report.

Sheppard’s eyebrows rose. “What do you mean?” he asked defensively from the chair. “We got the alliance, didn’t we?”

Woolsey frowned as he scanned the report again. “After you encouraged, and I quote ‘Rodney and Ronon to have a drinking contest to show the locals we know how to have a good time’,” he read aloud.

“Well, it worked, didn’t it?” Sheppard asked.

Sighing, Woolsey put the report on his desk. “In the future, Colonel, I would appreciate it if you used more traditional means to form an alliance. The IOA--”

The sound of the Gate being activated stopped him. Quickly, the two men walked to the control room.

“What’s going on?” Woolsey asked while looking nervously at the Gate. He hated when the expected happened.

Chuck looked up, frowning. “It was Carson’s IDC.”

John faced the Gate. “He and Teyla were suppose to be on New Athos until tomorrow,” he said, concerned.

Within seconds, Carson, bloodied and bruised, came through the Gate. John rushed down to him while Woolsey quickly called for a medical team.

“Carson! What happened? Where’s Teyla?” John asked hurriedly.

The doctor shook his head. “Todd was waiting for us in the Athos camp. They took Teyla. They said they needed their Queen.”