Jennifer looked up from her charts only to see John Sheppard loitering in the medbay again. Whatever he wanted, it must be important. It seemed like every time she turned around he was hovering nearby. It had been a strangely busy day, and she hadn't gotten to ask him what he needed. Her last chart of the day finished, she hung her white coat on the hook by the door of her office. Stepping out she decided to find out what was on the good Colonel's mind.

"Colonel Sheppard. What brings you to our neck of woods today?"

He gave a nervous laugh that made her uneasy.

"CMO Keller," he answered with the same pretend formality. "Worked a double today?"

Jen looked at the clock. "More like a shift and a half. Catching up on some things while Ronan was off world. How about you?"

John's faced turned serious. "Is there someplace we can talk, Jen?"

He was playing with the envelope in his hand, and clearly had been for a while based on he condition of the corners. Jennifer reached for the envelope, opening the flap and looking inside. She didn't take the report out. She didn't need to. The cover page, combined with the nervous look on John's face told her everything she needed to know.

"Yeah, of course."

Jen asked him to hold on for a second while she went back into her office, she unlocked a drawer in her desk and grabbed an envelope similar to the one that John carried, tucking it under her arm.

"If we are going to have this conversation, I need chocolate."

She led him to the mess. It would be mostly empty at this time of night, affording them the privacy they needed for the conversation, while the possibility of others with keep the conversation focussed and quiet. Along the way they talked about nothing - a stupid push up competition going on with the Marines, what Teyla and Ronan were up to off world - anything to beat the awkward silence.

They chose a table. Jennifer gave John her envelope and told him to read it. She headed up to the food line, grabbing John a coffee and herself a hot chocolate, and then sat down. She stirred her marshmallows and looked at light fixtures while John read her report. When he was done he put it on the table and offered Jen the copy of of the report he had been given by Woolsey.

Jen shook her head. "I've already seen it."

"But it's fiction."

"He came here. He targeted me. He brainwashed me. I killed him. It isn't all fiction."

"But it isn't true," John said, a hint of sadness in his voice.

"No. It isn't."

"Then why did you sign it?"

Jen let out a small sigh. "Because General O'Neill and Dr. Feist believed that if the official record had the actual details and let on that I remembered everything that I would be in more danger."

"You deserve to have the truth known."

"It is known, by anyone that matters. If I wanted my truth shouted from a rooftop I wouldn't

have taken a secret job doing secret things in a secret place. I'm fine with it. But none of that is what brought you to my office eight times today."

"It was six," John corrected.

"Fine. Six times. So why don't we get to your part of the conversation."