Disclaimer: I do not own Andromeda, some really lucky people with money do.

Setting: Season 4, but think Season 5 appearances. Although this story takes place two years after Season 4. And the bar mentioned is not Harper's bar. Merely that they go to a lot, so when someone says, "I'm going to the bar", they all know which bar is meant.

Like You

"You make believe… you think that everybody is the same. I don't think that anybody is like you. You think that everybody is the same. I don't think that anybody is like you. Just think about it. You'll get it."

Earth lyrics.

We're all the same. That's what I cling to. No better, no worse, but all equally useless.

I'm not even sure how long I've been here, or why I was brought in the first place. I can't remember before without my head splitting and my vision getting fuzzy. Without hearing screams and seeing blood covering my hands. I was told that I almost killed myself that way. Apparently I thought I was seeing myself in blood and starting scratching and opened my skin and they had to hold me down and sedate me to make me stop. I took down nurses too. But then again they tell me a lot of things. Like the things that I wake up believing, by the end of the day I realize that I've been hallucinating. And they get mad when I talk about them. So I don't anymore. And I was okay for a while. I mean, whether they were real or not, they were my past, and my past is behind so I should leave it there. And then he showed up. And he had pictures of them, these people and places who were supposed to be imaginary. People I was told didn't really exist and that I just made them up. He told me that I'm different, I'm special. I don't think I am. They told me that I'm not. But lately, it's the things that I've noticed and the things I've remembered when I don't take their medications. I think that they're lying. But I can't tell.

He said that I was important. I don't want to be important. I want to just go back to being the girl in room 6C that has breakdowns at least 4 times a week. I want to be the unstable lady that everyone tiptoes around. That for some reason knows things about battles and flying. And I'm sick of wondering why I know them.

I want to be good so that I can get out of here. And I'm trying; I'm trying really, really hard too.

They said I could leave soon. And he said that he would visit me. I don't think that would be a good idea though.

He makes me want to believe my memories are true.