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A/N: This is set near the beginning of season 5 and is a Ronon/Jennifer pre-ship


Jennifer half walked, half stumbled towards her goal. She was no longer sure exactly what that goal was, but she new she had to keep on walking. For now all that mattered was to keep going. The tripping and stumbling no longer mattered just as long as she kept going.

She was vaguely aware that part of her mind was screaming at her about her hand, but she no longer cared. All she could think about was keeping going. She had to keep going.

So she stumbled on, distantly aware of pain and feeling cold and wet, but she knew her own discomfort wasn't important. Right now she had more important things to worry about. She just wished she could remember what they were. She just knew she had to keep walking to reach her goal.

She was so caught up in her goal she didn't even know how or when the wall appeared. Something inside questioned if it was the right wall. Another part asked if there could be a wrong wall whilst a final part suggested that if it was the wrong wall it was too late now.

Finally faced with the gleaming wall in front of her, part of her wanted to collapse, but she knew she wasn't done yet. She couldn't remember why it was so important to get through the wall, but she knew she had to. She became aware of voices, familiar but yet of no clear origin. Something told her those voices were important, that they meant something and were linked to her goal, but for now that didn't matter, she just had to get through the wall. So ignoring the voices she stumbled forward towards the wall.

The wall seemed so close now, but every step seemed to gain her less reward. She wasn't sure how long she had spent walking towards the wall. It seemed like the only thing she could remember of her life was walking to the wall. In all that time she had walked unsure if she was even going in the right direction, but now the wall was here and close it seemed further away than ever. Stumbling and tripping she found herself on her knees, but continued to crawl towards the wall. Knowing that the only thing that mattered was getting through it.

Managing to clamber to her feet she stared at the wall, partly disbelieving it was real and so near. She was so tired, so desperate to stop, but her goal was so close. Taking the four steps to the wall she reached out with her hand to touch the surface, hoping to get proof it was real. As her hand touched the cool surface the rest of her body collapsed into the wall.

She knew her work wasn't done, that there was something she had to do once through the wall, but she was so tired and her brain would not give her any clues about what was beyond the wall. Resigning herself to failure she succumbed to darkness.


A/N: Thanks for reading and reviewing. Next chapter up on Friday.