Disclaimers: not mine I am not making any money on this.

Now a word of warning this is and will be a very dark fic. It has rape and it will contain some harsh langue. This is something that is very personal to me and if you get offended by what is said or what is talked about then please don't read. On the brighter side this is also very much about comfort.

Chapter 1

Jennifer sat with her knees to her chest, and her arms hugging her knees as close to herself as she could. Her back she kept against the biggest tree she found without going too far. Her head she kept moving as she tried looking in every direction around her at once.

She couldn't stop herself from shaking, just as she couldn't stop her mind from racing. She jumped at every slight noise she heard, thinking that someone was coming. When the sun began to rise she felt a bit more comfortable; at least now she could see farther than she could in the dark.

She still couldn't believe the place she was in. Atlantis had heard about a disease outbreak on this planet through one of their trading partners. Jennifer and gone with Rodney, John and Ronon. Teyla had not come for fear that her son, Tagan, would get sick. The outbreak had not been bad but some of the older people in the village had been too weak to survive. Everything had been routine and normal till just before sunset last night.

She had been out here the entire night, in the same place that she had been since that man had left her. He had left her alone scared and broken. Not physically broken, but emotionally she had been shredded.

He had told her that there was an older couple that lived a few miles from the village. He asked if she would go with him to check in on the couple to see if they had caught the same disease that so many of the villages had. Then, once they were far enough away from the village, far enough that no one could hear her scream, he attacked her.

She had told him no, she had tried to push him away, push him off, but his strength was much stronger than hers. She had punched him in the stomach and was rewarded with a backhand across her face. When he put the knife to her throat, she stopped struggling. She started to tell herself that it wasn't happening. She told herself that this was just some realistic movie scene she was watching, that it wasn't happening to her. She felt the pain as he hit her every now and then. She felt the pain as he forced himself into her. She slowly became aware of a sound in the distance and hoped that it meant rescue. It wasn't until her attacker's hand clamped down hard against her mouth that she realized it was her screaming that she had heard.

When he was finally finished and he left her alone, she curled up in the fetal position till the first slight noise and then she took up her place at the tree. She had curled up as much to protect herself as to make herself as small and unnoticeable as possible. There was a sound to her right. Her eyes flew to the direction of the sound then as the sound got louder and she could see the shape of a person coming near her. She felt sheer terror that she had never known a person could feel. The person was getting closer to her and she didn't know if it was her attacker from last night or not. The terror only grew (if it was possible) and as much as she knew she should stay as still and quite as possible, she couldn't. She closed her eyes and screamed when the figure was only a few feet away.

He turned to the sound of the most bone-chilling scream he had ever heard and saw her shaking from fear or effort to scream or both. He was at her side in just a few short steps and he knelt down beside her. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder but before he could speak, she let out a horrified squeak and tried to crawl away from the touch.

"Doc, it's okay. It is only me; we have been looking for you most of the night."Somehow, his deep voice penetrated her fear-fogged mind, and she looked up into green eyes that showed nothing but concern.

"Ronon, thank god." she said, sagging back against the tree but not making any other move.

"What happened? Are you hurt? Can you walk?" He asked wondering what had happened to make her act this way.

"He said there were people who might need help, but he…he…I need to get out of here; I want to get back to Atlantis. I need to get out of these clothes. I need to take a bath. I need to burn these clothes. He…attacked…That monster."

Ronon listen to her fast-talking and was able to guess at what happened to her after she disappeared from the village last evening.

"Did someone rape you?" Ronon demanded to know. He felt bad about how much force he put behind the question when he saw her flinch away from him. If he was right, and he was sure he was, someone would have to be brought to justice. Rape was despicable. What man felt that he must control a woman like this? No man had the right to force himself on a woman who was unwilling.

"He…I tried…I just want to go, I don't want to think about it." she said slowly standing up slowly, as her cramped muscles protested the movement after spending the night in the same position.

Ronon reached out to offer her a hand but he saw her flinch away and he pulled his hand away, cursing himself for not realizing that she would not want to be touched by anyone right now. He looked back down at her and took in her appearance, the bruises that had started to blossom on her pale skin, and her ripped and slightly bloodied clothes.

He turned his head away a bit, and shrugged off his coat and held it out to her without saying a word.

She looked at his hand offering her his coat and then she looked down at herself. Her clothes were in tatters, her pants had been ripped off her and her shirt was ripped almost in half, as was her bra. Suddenly she was very aware of how much of her could be seen and she took the coat and put it on as fast as she could. It was comforting to be wrapped in Ronon's far too large coat. She remembered when she was a kid. Those times that she had grabbed her dad's coat if she was running outside to get the mail or even just running outside to play for a few minutes. She always loved how safe she had felt; how she felt that nothing could hurt her. Right now she took what little comfort the huge coat offered and wondered if she would ever feel as safe as she did when she was a kid.

"Thanks." she mumbled quietly while holding the coat closed with her hands.Ronon nodded, looking back at her again. She looked so small and tiny in his coat. If he found who had done this too her, who had put that unspeakable fear in her eyes, he would make them suffer. Jennifer was a doctor; she healed the sick, and now who would heal her?

The trip back to the village was quiet. The only time either of them spoke was when Ronon radioed Sheppard telling him that he had found her and they were headed back to the village. Progress was slow due to the fact that Jennifer was doing her best to not trip. She was also sore and tired.

When they got within sight of the village, Jennifer stopped. Ronon looked back at her curiously but said nothing, choosing to let her make the first move.

"Can we just go to the jumper and not go to the village? He is…that is where…"

Ronon nodded and took them around the village and to the jumper. When they got in Ronon again radioed Sheppard to tell them that the two of them where in the Jumper and Jennifer needed to get back to Atlantis.

Jennifer sat down on the bench as close as she could get to the wall between the cockpit and the rear compartment with her eyes fixed on the open rear hatch. She saw him move towards the door and out of the jumper and she panicked. She jumped up and grabbed his wrist as hard as she could, like she was holding on to a lifeline.

"Don't leave me alone…please." She said in a small, terrified voice.

"Okay, I won't. I promise." He told her.

She let out the breath she had been holding and sat back down in her place. Again watching the hatch as if at any second a huge unspeakable monster would jump out and attack if she looked away.

TBC