The blonde woman's fever had come back within the last couple of days, higher then ever.

Syrena still in Jane's form had began to look high and low for any more of the medicine to at least have it. She had none present and that frustrated her to no end.

"Damn it...no...DAMN IT" Syrena shouted. There was only one other option was looking into her patient's mind.

She known that the woman was in deep enough sleep to at least touch her like this. Closing her eyes, she placed her hand on the woman's forehead.

The moment that happened, Syrena in full true form was on board a gigantic ship, obliviously the people around were moving about doing there various jobs. She know full well that these just pure memories. And she would go about unseen and unnoticed.

Suddenly she saw the blonde woman who was much more healthy looking then she was now. She was dress up in a black sweater and brown pants, she was carrying around a gun hustler with two sleek pistols . She had just get out of her cabin and Syrena followed her down the long hallway until they existed into the lower half of a massive bridge.

What Syrena at first thought of as a ship was really a submarine. One of the biggest she had ever seen. From the portside widows ,it seemed they had just entered into the canyon regain of further Atlantis. Which to Syrena seemed to think was an suicidal move on there part given what was patrolling here.

Turning around she had quickly followed the blonde up some nearby steps to the helm of the sub standing next to an massive man in uniform.

With a wave of her hand, she had freeze the image before her. There had be something here within this place that would help her now.

Then looking over the blonde's shoulder, she saw a med kit station at the other end of the bridge. About to run toward it, she felt a jolt coming.

In a flash an flood of memories filled with images and vast amount of emotions come over her.

JANE WHY DO YOU LOVE ME?

HOW THESE THAT MATTER?

IT IS TO ME BECAUSE AM NOTHING MORE THEN A DAMAGED WOMAN

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO FATHER("Kida!")

NO ONE IS SUPPOSED TO BE HERE, THIS CHANGES EVERYTHING

THE MOMENT I ENTERED THIS PLACE, DOCTOR SWEET I BEEN UNEASY, WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME?

THERE'S NOTHING TO BE NERVIOUS ABOUT LIEUTENANT, ALL I HAVE TO SAY IS LET IT GO

YOU ARE NOTHING BUT A MONSTER

I AM NOT A MONSTER

WHEN WE LEAVE ON THIS TRIP, WHITMORE WILL NONE THE WISER, IS IT THAT RIGHT MEN

YES SIR

NOTHING PERSONAL

She had to taken her hand off of the blonde. All she get out of all that was that these people had brought enough supplies including medicine, she just need to find it.

Gartering and making enough ice packs, Syrena need to at least slow the fever down for least an couple of more weeks. Placing them around her body. The cold was something the blonde would have take at the very least for now. Until Syrena returned.

Heading into the vast volcano shaft were the battle over Kida had taken place.

Syrena had brought along Cleo and Rikki to least survey what was left over. Even through her mask, the Queen groined this was not supposed to be in her kingdom. Men acting like children and destroying themselves right in her own backyard. She could have reasoned with both the Professor and his Commander but this showed there was no reasoning. Kida would still suffer. She know at least several Atlanteans had also joined in also just to save her.

Syrena personally don't care about the Conduit but she did care about Kida.

Moving past these thoughts, Syrena had gone though the remains of several of the army trucks. So far she just find burned rationed canned goods including several cans of tuna. But no signs of medkits. She know what caused at least some of the damaged.

The Martags which were basically the ancient fish vehicles of the Old City but they were never meant to be use for any type of war.

And somehow these morons get a hold of them and had used them recklessly as toys.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA"

Cleo scream echoed through out the shaft as Syrena and Rikki come running to the huge pile of wreckage near the huge balloon had fallen. Cleo run into Rikki's arms still sobbing, the sight before them was gruesome. In the remains of the small biplane was an solder still clothed in the huge green overcoat, the right hand was pointing upward even though it was showing complete bone as only one half was an skeleton going straight down to the right leg. But the other half was still completely flesh with the uniform hung tight round. The shaft were the battle take place had weird way of preserving rotting things.

Cleo had run to the other side of the shaft just to get away from that sight.

But Syrena and Rikki remained behind, Rikki felt even though her own mask that Syrena was thinking.

She turned to Rikki and her voice was dead serious in its tone "Rikki I went you to go and get a reserve for an very important job"

"What job?"

"Burial detail, these...PEOPLE shouldn't be left here to rot, just as some damn remainder of some battle that my people had no real stake in. And I want to remained anyone not to cross me in this matter, is that understood!"

"Yes my Queen"

Rikki as she ran out know that she could been making reference to Kida whose growing hatred had troubled Syrena lately and it was getting worse.

"My Queen, you should come and see this" Cleo shouted as Syrena ran to her side. She had found within the darkness of the shaft an collapsed piece of old road and her kneeling beside some very notable tire trucks.

"I believe this were our visitors entered My Queen" Kneeling as well ,Syrena had felt the smoothness of it was different enough from the hard rocks that lay around the volcano. "I can only guess they take the old invasion highway system as if that was only way to get here" Cleo said and the Queen agreed.

"How many miles is that roadway again?" Syrena questioned

"Am guessing 15 or 16 miles give or take three days and nights rest" Cleo answered. Now Syrena was hopeful in needing to trace her patient's steps in how she come to Atlantis.

"Cleo, am sorry to do this but you must go with Rikki and the others, and come back here to bury the dead..."

"But My Queen..."

"Don't question me please, that's a order. Now am going to hike the path were they come from and if anyone asked tell them I on vacation alright."

"Of course you're majority" Cleo had answered before running back to the Old City. As Syrena began climbing the rocky walls leading up to were the road fall in.

Syrena had discovered the burned remains of an camp site further down the path. It seemed that bad luck was fast becoming this group's motto ether that or "fewer songs more explosions" having disturbed the nest of the cave fireflies. To bad too since the MER get best honey like food from there nests near the city.

Hiking the path for once she hadn't taken in years, she had refresh her memory since these caverns would go on endlessly. But the tire trucks were still easy markers. As well as to were they camped. What take several days for them was manly few short days for Syrena.

She also remembered from old history that the roadway was build not by the Atlanteans but an invading force from MU. They felt like challenging the MER women and with each step had been close to there goal. When it failed though they left behind both the road with it's interesting strange markers of statues and the monstrous pack animals, whose decadents now roamed the roadway.

After one day of rest near toppled over giant statue which had the usual sign of the visitors handiwork manly the small of TNT, the traces she kept noticing had still made her uneasy. She was thinking of why would these men ever have needed for a show of force to them.

It was troubling in the memories, in now the sights and smalls of how far they traveling and the final battle and her patient.

Her people had done truly nothing to these people beforehand and yet they still acted like unruly children and treated her people like an culture that needed "saving" or some false sense of rediscovery.

Or stealing an weapon not one of them would have any control over.

The MER give them the fantasy but in the end all the visitors had brought was pain and the real only victim in all of this was Kida. The Queen felt that Kida's could be still be reasoned with before any more of her people get caught up in her hatred and the real trouble would began.

Not far off ,she could smell fresh seawater and after going though the mouth of an gigantic golden fish statue. She had finally reached the cove were they must have entered.

In the flashes of the blonde there were meant to be two submarines that were parked near the shore for which the trucks and weapons come from.

Nothing was there now, Syrena felt very confused. None of her people had known where these people entered and yet there was no trace of the subs. She groined in frustration. "What the hell happened?" she questioned even though she had no one to answer her. They would have the med kits somewhere onboard.

The other thing to do was see the massive submarine itself, taking off her outfit all but her mask, she drove head first.

The darkness of the canyon was all around her but she kept going seeing through it with her glowing eyes.

She saw signs in the sand of the valley of where oblivious wreckage hit the sea floor but there was no wreckage anymore, she however saw huge variety of junk that laying around. This must have come from the smaller subs at first.

Swimming closer to where possibly the submarine should be, she noticed burn marks in some nearby rocks. She finally figure out what cause them to choose the wrong path to Atlantis in the first place.

The Levitation, a out of control machine that had been terrorizing Atlantis and had almost killed Syrena twice in the brief battles against it.

But it too was strangely absent and that terrified her without knowing why.

Finally she reached where the massive submarine must have gone down but only the impression of it was left on the seafloor.

She had looked along the seafloor at least where it landed to find just a number of disused junk lying around. Unused machine guns, ammo castings, radios, more vehicles including a very menacing mini-sub in the shape of an shark armed with machine gun turrets. "These people were really to war with us anyway?" but she had to get that out of her mind since it would trouble her to no end.

Then something caught her eye, a waterproof beg with engraved in giant letters

SWEET

She realized it must been the name of the doctor in the visions. Quickly gripping it she know it should something close to the medicine she needed.

Also catching her attraction was a smaller brown waterproof backpack with the initials H.S

Wanting to avoid the Levitation she had swam back the way she come. Finally with greater speed ended back to the shore with items in hand.

She was right about Sweet's beg having found at least enough liquid medicine that could combat the high fever.

Tipping the blue colored syringe she had put it right into the blonde's left shoulder. Now the Queen could now have wait until she know if she was successful or not.

Taking a chair she had to go through the H.S backpack, what was in it had made her smile.

First a diary that finally told her right on the cover who the blonde's name was

HELGA KATRINA SINCLAIR

In Syrena's most seductive tone "Hello my dear Sinclair" she was giggling like a little girl just saying that from across her nearby desk to the large bed. Knowing clearly that the woman couldn't hear her.

But still it was worth trying, she then moved on to the other stuff within including two photographs,

one had been two smiling women dancing around a tribe of native people, the taller blonde still wearing a warm weather military uniform and the other a much shorter brown haired women whose dress was basically a yellow leopard skin. In the back of the photo she found in writing:

LT. SINCLAIR AND MS JANE PORTER DURING THE ANNUAL GOLDEN LION FESTIVAL OF THE WARISI

The second photo seemed to be more serious of three uniform females standing before a commanding officer who had been handing out three medals. In the back she read who they were

In the middle and tallest was Helga, looking the most serious but the other two were interesting to say the least. One of them was much shorter and like alot less build then Helga and in the face she was more Egyptian looking and even cat like simply because her eyes seemed longer. A look of pride was on her face

YEOMAN FIRST CLASS AMELIA STEVENSON

The other seemed around the same height as Helga and with a boy's haircut, she was Chinese and seemed to feel the most honored in her face.

FLIED LIEUTENANT FA MULAN

Next she began to read the diary of this woman. The first half for the most part was written in English mainly her thoughts on the fact that she come from a proud German military family and she couldn't live up to it. The madding hours of the intense training in hand to hand combat and weapons training. And the time feeling that her father wouldn't approve of her bisexually and how that would anger her to no end and had to hide it.

There were parts of the diary that written in full German but these entries were highly emotional, many times she felt had to leave the army.

Nothing was meaningful anymore to her in life, she even seemed to be working through something like a identity crisis. Her father's almost insane training of her, the fact that her mother was excepting twins, and even the fact that there funds had almost dried up several times already. She seemed to forced to live as an hardened solder until she died.

The next German entries sound a lot less depressing since arriving, in London where she had met the daughter of her father's longtime friend.

Jane Porter who was on her way to studying up as a scientist and working with animals.

Sinclair it seemed to be the one who quite by accident fell in love with her, here she was this nearly prefect solder had the stupidest thing, when she knocked over a orange liquid on to the dress of the nearby student during Professor Porter's lecture on the habits of gorillas.

"OHHHHHHHH YOU CLUMSY FOOL!" she seemed to remember just how naturally angry she was.

She forced to stay at the college just apologizing to the student. The first time meeting her was the fact that she had a shouting match with her. With the girl winning out by make her get a new one.

Since it was quite a expensive dress, the girl had forced her to go with her. It was Helga's first in the city of London and she did feel like a fool. It was when they were in the dress shop that only then did they found out each other's names.

"Am Sinclair and you are..."

"Jane...Jane Porter...my dear little solder "

The rest seemed to be a filtration going on between the two. The entries really get to Syrena in just how much out of depth Helga was with first a quick friendship happening over the course of seven days. Then the sudden way that Jane had taken her out to dinner in one of more expensive restaurants, even finishing each other's food and making loving eyes at each other.

It seemed like a school girl's crush over the wrong woman and she did know that would end suddenly. Much like her other pursuits.

But Jane wasn't them and rather glowing page seemed to suggest why...

Am going to end this right now!. I have to give into the fact that i need to be my father here.

Then the door rung and she it was raining outside. I barely noticed it seemed

"Am going to end this right here and now" she said. Hadn't i already said that

I can't let catch cold so i allow her into the apartment, me and my father staying at. "Why are we ending this?" i questioned

"Mainly because YOU ARE THE MOST PIG HEADED NARROW MINDED NON...FEMINIST IN THE HISTORY OF ALL MANKIND...

AND...I can't really live without you smiling at all that...stuff...thing going on between us"

I can't tell if she wanted to kiss me or shoot me but i wasn't caring ether way.

Syrena wouldn't know what make of any of that ether but love is a strange thing. The rest of the diary was just filled with blink chapters until the very last page.

ATLANTIS...ATLANTIS.

I can't get out of my head now since the Eider Professor went missing since we get the Journal last year.

On Whitmore's orders , we go back to Iceland, Rourke and all of us will search for him.

It was him that the tear out the page of the crystal. But weirdly he kept calling it "The Heart of Atlantis" or something like that.

He was the one who wanted us to do this and Rourke seemed rather disappointed since the news broke.

Around Iceland i keep on seeing them following us, these strange white "things" in masks always near water. Maybe am just imaging them but there unnerving in a way.

I haven't told Sweet, he's a good man but i don't want him to think I gone completely insane.

They are also calling me by my name. I can't talk to them since they disappear like ghosts.

I know they can't be real because if they real, they know how much i now am personally fearing now to go to the bottom of the ocean.

But am the only one seeing them. What do they want from me?

AM AN SOLDER...am a solder

Syrena can't clearly figure out what she was telling with that entry. But maybe the fact that the mysterious journal had somehow called a pod of the MER to Iceland.

Everything she learned about Helga was very confusing to her, she seemed to be funny, charming and very loyal. And yet there had been this darkside of trying to prove herself even at the cost of losing a bit of whatever made her human.

This seemed to be who ever pushing her into there direction but her own. If wasn't her father, it was "Rourke" and if wasn't him then it was Whitmore.

It seemed to be the only one that made her feel "honest" and being most like herself was Jane Porter but that woman wasn't in Atlantis.

Syrena had taken all the stuff that pull out from the backpack and began to put them back in. She had the feeling that her patient wouldn't be so kind when she learned that someone had been going her personal items.

She had placed both SWEET's beg and the backpack into the small back area of her cabinet. She may have been a pirate but she had the feeling she needed to play dumb once Helga had waken up. And she need to earn this woman's trust first.

She had pulled back partly the covers of the bed. Syrena to know about every part of Helga. She hadn't focus on her legs yet.

Syrena with her cold hands began to feel Helga's legs since it seemed the pain had to originate there. She hated the fact that she was always right.

The mere act of just touching the right or left seemed to make her jolt and cried out abit. Fortunately Syrena had on hand a natural remedy.

Although not native to Atlantis but the darkest deepest parts of the Mariana Trench, was a green glowing plant that when smashed into a jell and rubbed gently would at least make the person with paralysis walk again.

But there was no real use for it since all her people had tough scales and gills that could withstand the pressures of the ocean. But her patient was not a mermaid and she felt the need to make her better then new.

As Syrena get it out of the cabinet, it give off a rather pleasant smell like undersea flowers.

Rubbing her hands in the jell, she began to rub the right leg. Her fingers felt the leg bones had cracked as if she broke them after falling from a great height.

This girl right in front of her was a tragedy all her life even with her looks. But the Queen had felt the need to aid anyone in her kingdom.

The troubling facts going through her head had be answered once this girl wakeup.

Alternatively she would have just taken her back to the surface and were she would been given the best medical treatment. Given the insane level of injuries but someone had thought it better if she died right in the middle of a volcano shaft.

And have the Queen be the only one not caring what she did but saving her from the same injuries. The only flaw for Syrena is how much would put her faith into other people and to let them make up for any past mistakes, she had done that already with Rikki.

But Helga wasn't Rikki but that don't matter to her.

She began to giggle a little as she finished rubbing the leg and foot of her patient. Washing her hands in nearby bowl, she saw how the jell on the leg began to glow a soft light. She heard a moan but this time it seemed pleasant and not painful.

In the "morning" she would be working on the left leg.

Walking out to the deck, Syrena felt she could finally get her sleep by heading into the bottom of the grotto.

Climbing up the mast of the ship, even with her mask on she felt like smiling. Reaching she balanced herself on the railing and with her outstretched arms and head tiled looking down into the water.

She simply jumped off and to human eyes was preforming a professorial high drive and she was laughing as she did it.

But to her this was just another day as Queen. Impacting the water with prefect skill she began her swam down to toward the bottom. She earned the rest at the very least.