While trawling through my drafts folder, desperately searching for something or another... I come across this. Leesa, I only have the vaguest memory of this, but somehow... I think this is your fault. Actually, the more I think about it, I'm really sure you're responsible for it. *g*
"Oh my god, John, what happened?" Elizabeth Weir asked as a bruised, bloody, and beaten Team Sheppard staggered through the open wormhole.
"Rodney pissed off a unicorn," John grumbled, holding a rapidly staining pressure bandage to his side. "Next time, buddy, you're on your own."
"It's not my--" the scientist fell silent upon being fixed with a particularly dark look by a clearly limping Teyla. "--er, I mean it completely is."
"Yes," Ronon grunted, both arms wrapped around his chest as if he were trying to stabilize his ribs. "It is."
The team limped off to the infirmary, all sending various disgruntled looks at McKay, who was doing his best attempt at becoming invisble. Of course, he'd stop having to bleed all over the gate room floor for that tactic to work. But oh, try he did.
Elizabeth watched them go, merely echoing, "Unicorn?"