The 1966 Shelby ran better than it had when it had been brand new. Better than when Melony Mitchell's older brother had owned it and better than it had when he'd been killed and it had become hers. It was shiny, sleek and an absolute joy to drive. Even better the road she was on was straight, and completely empty. With the top down, the wind in her short hair and the speedometer well over the posted limit, she was grinning hugely and unable to suppress a whoop of excitement at the freedom the open road gave her. Not something she could do in Atlantis.

Ronon Dex was not so excited. He'd never been in a convertible before and didn't see the entertainment in it. The only thing keeping him from flying out – as near as he could tell – was the one thin strap of cloth that was across his lap and buckled in front. It wasn't anything like the harnesses in every other craft he'd been in – or piloted – and he was extremely uncomfortable.

Melony looked over and saw that he was clutching the dash with a hand that was turning white his grip was so tight.

"You okay?"

When he turned to look at her, his hair whipping around him in a frenzy, she noticed he was fairly pale – especially for him. He swallowed, and nodded.

"Fine."

"I'm not going to wreck."

"I trust you."

She smiled, but before she could say anything a calliope of lights reflecting in her rearview mirror made her lose the smile immediately.

"Aw, man…"

Ronon frowned, immediately worried that something was wrong with the vehicle. She was slowing down and pulling over – which was a relief – but he had a feeling that she hadn't really wanted to.

"What is it?"

"A police officer."

She looked in the rearview mirror, and he looked around, noticing for the first time that there was another vehicle behind them – one with flashing lights attached to the top and front lights that blinked white, clearly designed to attract attention. A man was getting out of the vehicle, and Ronon noticed immediately that he was armed.

"What's a police officer?" he asked, reaching for the weapon that he carried at his side. Just in case.

She shook her head, though.

"They're good guys. Don't give him any trouble, and let me do the talking…"

Still uncertain, but willing to trust her in this a lot more than he was willing to trust her not to kill both of them by crashing the convertible, Ronon nodded.

"What do I do?"

"Look friendly and don't shoot anyone."

He nodded, and turned his attention to the man who was now moving along the side of the vehicle on Mitchell's side.

Melony turned and looked as well, and froze in shock.

"Melony."

Ronon was surprised. She hadn't mentioned that she knew this police officer.

"You know him?"

She nodded, but her eyes were glued to the man standing by the car.

"Brad."

Brad Anderson had never been a police officer. He'd never been a state patrol officer either, and she knew somewhere deep inside her that this was wrong. But that part was extremely tiny compared to the part that couldn't believe it was really him.

He gave her a soft smile, but lost it when he turned his gaze to Ronon.

"Who's this?"

Uncertain if the question was directed towards him or to Mitchell, so he kept quiet, and Melony answered.

"Ronon Dex."

"Replaced me already?"

She'd already been pale, but now she turned almost gray.

"What?"

His look now was positively furious, now, and Ronon could see her shrink back from it, looking completely unraveled for the first time since he'd met her. In an automatic response, his hand starting drifting towards his gun.

"I…"

Mitchell was as floundered as she looked, reaching for the automatic reassurance from Talon – who wasn't there as near as she could tell – and shook her head.

"You never did love me, did you?" Brad said, his green eyes piercing and his expression so cold that she felt like she was going to throw up.

She jerked awake with a gasp, sitting up and then standing up, startling Sheppard – and even Teal'c – who'd been on watch.

"What-"

Ronon woke as quickly as Melony had, coming out of his bedroll in a flash, and looking around, startled.

"Are you okay?" John asked, worried about the almost violent reactions – although neither were looking for guns, so they must not have had the same dream that Dex and McKay had had. From the way Melony was looking, however, he had a feeling that they hadn't had the same kind of dream she'd shared with himself, either.

Mitchell ignored the question, moving away from the fire and heading out of the cave without speaking.

"What happened?" Sheppard asked, curiously. He couldn't remember ever seeing her look so… odd.

Dex watched Mitchell leave, uncertain if he should follow or leave her alone. He opted to leave her alone, figuring that her symbiote would keep her from doing anything dumb, and would probably have more of a chance at calming her down.

"Hey."

Sheppard hated being ignored.

"I don't know," Ronon told him honestly. "Who's Brad?"

Teal'c frowned, but before he could say anything or ask anything, Rodney McKay suddenly sat up, waking as well – but not nearly as dramatically. He stretched, looking around, and surprised to see everyone standing around. Completely oblivious to the tenseness in the room, he grinned.

"That was awesome!"

Teyla, who had sat up sleepily while everyone had been watching Rodney, frowned.

"What is Start Trek?"

Sheppard frowned, just as confused by that question as he'd been by Mitchell's reaction.

"What?"

"It's not Start Trek," McKay said, sounding as if he'd already answered this question a hundred times. "It's Star Trek."