7/20/09- I have updated the first chapter again. It definitely has more words and information; well, to be honest- I just combined the first and second chapters. But it is better.

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Chapter One: Past

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"FORD! Stop!" Sheppard shouts through the dense forest. "You have to come back to Atlantis! Beckett can help you!"

John had finally caught up with his quarry and Aiden turned to John, panting heavily. The Colonel had his P-90 aimed at the hybrid, ready for any sudden movements. Ford's eyes shifted from his former commander to the air... Something was flying towards them, and it was approaching quickly.

"I have to prove it Sheppard!" he yells back. "I have to prove that I'm fine! I'm not going back!"

John saw a defiant glint in Fords eyes... Something told him the soldier was desperate, willing to do anything to prove his point. He looked to Sheppard then to the sky uncertainty showing on his features. Sheppard called his name once more and Ford looked again into the sky, a dart was coming out of the clouds and driving downwards towards them.

Aiden gave him a look and Sheppard gripped his weapon more tightly. Aiden looked again into the atmosphere and his intentions became clear as the dart flew closer. John shouted his name again as Ford inched forward and he pulled the trigger on the soldier. Aiden darted from his stationary location and jumped right in front of the Darts beam. He dematerialized in an instant and the dart disappeared into the sky.

"Run!" A voice yelled behind me, but I didn't have to be told.

The Daleks had nearly reached us. I will my feet to move faster, to get away from the fate that most of the other Time Lords had suffered. The Daleks were on Gallifrey. And they were catching up to me.

The footsteps behind me had vanished but the strange mechanical whirring of the invaders had not. I dash towards the line of buildings, down the steep hill; I move more slowly- trying to keep my footing. Before my mind could register anything, I was already at the bottom of the hill, my arm was folded under me awkwardly and one of my legs hurt very badly. The leg was probably broken.

My thoughts immediately changed when I looked up the hill and three Daleks became visible.

"EXTERMINATE!" the Dalek fired.

"Did you see that?" Sheppard says, smiling as he looks down to Rodney from the balcony.

"Yes, what was that Major?" Weir asks him, alarmed.

"So, he just looks crazy." Sheppard asks Carson, as he looks over to Rodney.

"I'm sure I do," Rodney snaps, turning to Radek, "but only because Dr. Fumbles McStupid over here got in way over his head!"

...

"Oi!" I freeze at the sudden voice. "What you doin' in here?"

I had been caught hovering around the newest of the prototype Tardis', one that hadn't even been completed yet. No one had seen the technological advances except the scientist who had been working on the ships.

I turn to the voice, but see no one.

"Now," I turn to the noise and see a man standing by the red ship; he was leaning onto the ship, his head was tilted up as if he was trying to peer into the foggy windows. "Why would…"

"Um… Excuse m-. "

He turns to me, but only for a second. "Hello, I'm the Doctor."

"Oh, believe me, that's not the first thing we tried…" McKay looks over to John, waiting for him to explain further.

Elizabeth turns to Sheppard, raising an eyebrow.

"I shot him." The Major says smugly, Weir gives him a disapproving stare. "In the leg."

He reassures her with a small shrug.

"It'll be fine." The Doctor looks over to me as he takes out his sonic screwdriver and works on the generator by the wall. "You'll see."

He drops the device into one of his pockets and presses a button on the wall; a light nearby turns a strange emerald color. The Doctor moves from the wall to me and puts an arm around my shoulders to help support me.

"That should keep them busy for awhile." He states as we stumble further into the laboratory of Chronos, the very heart of Gallifrey's science center.

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- -- - -- - The Infirmary - -- - -- -

"How is she?" Weir asks as she walks into the infirmary, Weir looks over to the girl under the sheets in the bed about three feet away.

"From what I can tell.. Not so good." Carson looks to the girl then back to Weir. "Her body temperatur' dropped below freezing only short while ago.. I don't know what to do.. 'ts like she's in some type of coma.." he shakes his head slowly and sighs. "By human standards she should be dead."

Weir pauses for a moment; her gaze is drawn from the girl to Beckett.

"What if she's not human?"

"Tha's a possibility but I haven't had a chance to do any detailed scans. But what I can tell you is that the worst she's got is a broken leg and a fractured arm, she'll be comin' around again in a few hours."

"She woke up?"

"Yes. About half 'n hour ago… I didn't have the chance to call you. She wasn't up for long, about a minute then dropped straigh' away into this state after that." The scot pauses. "Is Rodney having any progress with tha' machine?"

"I haven't heard." Weir replies, walking with Beckett towards the door. "McKay could have figured it out already."

She steps out into the hall, and the doctor turns back into the infirmary.

"Carson." the commander calls, switching back around and facing the infirmary once more.

"Yes?"

"Keep me posted."

"Righ'." Carson nods, moving back towards their guest.

The girl was moving slightly; the sheets surrounding her were wrinkled and her bronze hair was slightly messy. A thin film of sweat covered her pale face, her eyes moved under their heavy lids. Every once in a while, she would say something almost under her breath.

"My fault." Beckett could hear as she turned on her side, "Gallifrey…"

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"So..." John begins, crossing his arms. "What do you plan on doing after leaving Atlantis?"

The former runner looked over to him. "Not sure."

"Well... How about joining my team?"

"You are a very good fighter…" Teyla informs him.

"If you say so…" Michael responds.

"Beckett..." Weir asks, turning to the doctor. "Are you sure?"

"Aye'." Carson replies. "The retrovirus isn't exactly perfected but this cure… It could be a key factor... If it works for Elia it could help us..."

"The ship, is it yours?"

"Me?" He looks to me in disbelief; he walks around to the door. "Me? Oh, no."

I step closer to the unfinished machine. "Why are you here?"

"Curiosity, mainly." The Doctor reaches toward the handle. "You?"

The door opens quietly, and the Doctor peeks into the ship. He disappears inside and I step forward to follow when he comes back out suddenly. He looked a bit disappointed.

"Unfinished is right, there's nothing in there."

"That can't be right," I move past him, entering the ship.

"Z Major Sheppard, how's this for credibility? Weir's dead. Z" Kolya begins.

"Z I am going to kill you. Z" Sheppard growls, he blinks as the rain hits his face.

"There!" The Doctor says, watching to door fly open. "They must have gotten past the shields, into the computer system. That is not good. Not at all."

We step into the very area where the prototype Tardises had been engineered; I could see several model ships lined up near the center of the room when we entered. I spotted the prototype near the wall.

It was the very same ship we had entered my first day at the capital. The Doctor had found me in the lab, and that hadn't been too long ago... The red prototype sat near the corner of the room ominously. And I felt I could almost sense her within my mind.

"I can't be sure but it appears that the sunken jumper is somewhere around this area." Zelenka says pointing to the map of the Atlantean ocean. "Just over ten miles from the mainland."

"But that is more than five miles wide and no telling how deep..." Weir's eyes widen as the Czech continues. "There'd be no guarantee we'd get there in time…"

"That's genius!" He says, stepping over to a dimly lit console. "It's sneaky, but brilliant."

"What is?" The half-built state of the prototype wasn't very impressive.

"This, the teleportation system that's been built into this ship, it was the last thing I would have thought of." The Doctor steps around the console, he reaches down to press certain buttons. "A bit smaller than my girl, but she'll work the same."

The glass circles in the ship's mainframe were frozen; it appeared as if they'd never work at all. Suddenly, a quick glow came from the console and then another. It was a light purplish color that bounced off the glass of the ship and the white walls of the Tardis. Several pipes hung from the ceiling and in places, the black grated metal floor was stripped up and it was possible to see wiring underneath. White light lit the area, coming from a number of square shades that were on the wall.

"So, she does work…" The Doctor says.

"What about that sandwich?" John looks over to Aiden.

"Z Doctor McKay and Weir will be held until you comply with my demands, Sheppard. Z" Kolya states, he was going to win- no matter what it took.

John jogs down the corridors of Atlantis, "Z Wouldn't bet on that... I'm not finished yet! Z"

"Z Neither am I. Z" He pulls out a gun and points it toward the Atlantean Commander. "Z Say good-bye to Doctor Weir. Z"

John flinched.

Light from the outside came in from the frosty glass; sections of it were on all but one side of the ship where a black box hung on the wall. I reached over to the box and picked up a strange object that was attached to the front of the box by a cord of some kind.

"What's this?"

The Doctor reentered the prototype ship; he looked at the object for a moment, he takes it from me as he steps forward.

"Doubt it works, just for looks apparently." He notes my expression and explains as he sets the black plastic back in its place. "Telephone, from a place called Earth. But you've probably never been there, not been anywhere really. How old are you? You mustn't be that old if you haven't seen humankind; not old at all.

"Anyways, that is a telephone. Humans use it to talk to each other, from a long ways aw-."

I step over to the door again and stop as I feel something under my foot; I turn back to the Doctor anxiously as if something were about to happen. Suddenly, we both are teleported away from the door of the ship. I look over to the Doctor and his face suddenly lights up.

"So you're the one who fired that thing at me." Sheppard says, stepping forward menacingly towards Beckett.

"You're right." Rodney's voice rises. " If only we had a magical tool that could slow down time. I foolishly left mine on Earth - did you bring yours?"

"You know, you're not pleasant when you're like this, McKay." Sheppard says.

"I'm always like this." The scientist mutters.

"Doctor!" I could see him look over his shoulder to the door; the Daleks had nearly reached us.

"You can't do this!" I recalled my words. "There's too much at stake!"

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My eyes flew open and he was gone, the Doctor was gone again.

I could hear footsteps approaching; I face the sound. The man with the white coat was back; he pauses for a moment when he sees me with my eyes open. He quickly moves through the room and stops near the side of the bed, I look over to him and recognize a worried expression cover his face.

"Ar' you all right, lass?" he moves a little bit closer, trying not to alarm me. "You didn' seem so well a shor' time ago."

"I'm fine now, Carson." I state.

"Excuse mea'?" Beckett looks down to me, shocked.

I look up to him and give him an equally confused look; I shift in the bed to sit upright.

"Where is everyone?" I ask sleepily. "Where is commander Weir?"

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I threw in a bit of the pre-story story… With her and the Doctor on Gallifrey just before she was sent to Atlantis. Also, it took me fourteen chapters to realize that I hadn't given you readers a real description of the character. I could get together the basic layout for fifty chapters in the series but not get a description of the girl… That's just me.

I changed up the story a bit so be patient while I get it straightened out. It'll probably be finished by the end of the year, or at least- the revision will. I wouldn't want you readers to assume something entirely different then disappoint you. Anyways, the next revision will be up soon- then the one after that, then the one after that, then the one… I believe you get the point.

~Amethyst