We used to be friendsPrologue

She lay awake staring at the ceiling. She was glad of this solitude to collect her thoughts, as the only qualified doctor on board Destiny. She often found herself overstretched and she knew everyone relied on her to sort out problems and now with these psych evaluations. She had to worry about their mental well being as well. Worries and duties spun around in her head but she managed to force them down. She knew that these worries and duties would come back when she started working for the day. But for a few precious moments. The ship wasn't falling apart. No one was drastically ill. Furthermore she was 99% sure that no one was going to crack, and go on a killing spree. However on Destiny this could change in a matter of seconds. Never a dull moment.

A sudden realisation hit her. This had been the first time she'd woken up and not thought where the hell am I? She wondered if anyone else had experienced this. The realisation that she was getting used to Destiny. She was getting used to the constant danger, the terrible food and all the reasonable and more often than not unreasonable demands of her shipmates. "Am I becoming like Rush" she thought "Do I care about going home anymore" She realised with a pang she did want to go home. She missed her family. Her sister had just gotten pregnant again and she wanted to be able to hold her new niece or nephew in her own arms.

She even missed rain. The feel of it against her skin and the soothing melody it played as it hit the roof above her. She closed her eyes and tried to hear the rain but the ceiling only answered with deafening silence. She sighed. It was sad because she knew that the chances of her going home were slim at best if she could be happy on Destiny maybe it wouldn't be so bad. But she could never be truly happy on Destiny and in that moment she envied Rush because he was the only person on the ship that was ever going to be happy abroad destiny.

The thought of Rush bought all her worries and duties back to the forefront of her mind like bees buzzing in a hive. "It is strange how a lot of my problems link back to him somehow" she thought. She had to make sure those in her makeshift hospital was as comfortable as possible. She had to try and help anyone with a complaint and ration carefully the medicines she had left which reminded her she had to do an inventory check soon. She was pretty sure a couple of people were stealing and hoarding medicine.

The frustrating thing was she knew who these couple of people were and they were hoarding a lot more than painkillers but she didn't have any concrete proof that they were guilty. If she told Colonel Young about this she'd probably only enrage and isolate them more from her and she was sick of reminding everyone that all she wanted to do was help.

Everett. His first name, she hadn't even thought it in such a long time. She remembered the deep bond they used to have. They used to be able to discuss anything. Football, Reality TV and just whatever occupied their minds at the time. She missed having such a valuable confidant even when they had completely different opinions. She'd always enjoyed listening to him and she knew he was listening to her just as intently.

She missed having him, in her bed, where the pleasure of their encounters intoxicated her body and made her cry out for more. "Where did that thought come from?" She thought she'd gotten rid of all these troublesome feelings for her MARRIED CO but deep down she knew their connection ran bone deep she could never hope to get rid of her feelings, only suppress them. She also realised that she'd have to try to give him a psyche evaluation again. She had no idea what was going through his head or how to help him deal with it. More than anyone else she wanted to help him. Why did he have such an effect on her? Frustrated, she started to reflect on her history with Colonel Everett Young