AN: Okay, so my classes are kicking my butt with homework, and I haven't had a chance to write a lot. I'm hoping to get closer to the end this weekend, so don't worry.

Things will be moving much faster in the story. I know it took awhile, with a lot of exposition to wade through, but I promise, there will be a lot more action.

Thank you so much for the wonderful reviews! You guys are amazing.

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Jill was falling, tumbling through the air in a bottomless cavern. She kept trying to grab onto ropes dangling around her, but her grip failed, and she just fell faster.

Something latched onto her shoulder, and she feebly batted it away, trying to concentrate on not dying. Whatever it was wouldn't let go, and it started shaking her.

"G'off," she mumbled.

"Jill! Jill, wake up!"

"G'way."

"Jill, its John. Please, I need you to open your eyes and look at me."

Jill's eyes flew open. She blinked, glad for the darkness around her.

"Okay, good, now can you look at me?"

Jill shifted her gaze until John's face swam into view. She started to sit up, and he wrapped an arm around her waist, helping.

"Just take it slow. We don't want a repeat of last time."

"There was a last time?" Jill felt like a sledgehammer was beating a rhythm on her head.

"What's the last thing you remember?"

Jill thought back, trying to push away the feeling that her head was about to explode. "Bridge. Lots of falling. Water." She grabbed her head suddenly, biting back a moan. "Oh God, that hurts!"

John slipped his jacket behind her head. "I know. Just lay back on this."

Jill rested her head against the wall. That's when she noticed where they were. "This is not a river."

John smiled grimly. "No, it's not. We were beamed into some kind of ship. I'm guessing we're in some kind of holding cell at the moment. They took our sidearms."

"That's just great. My first time offworld and I'm already kidnapped by aliens."

"Eh. I've had worse."

"I suppose that's true. How long have I been out?"

"My best guess, about six hours. Not good with a head injury like that. Does anything else hurt?"

Jill was gradually becoming aware of the rest of her body as the pain in her head eased a bit. She moved slowly, stretching and pulling in different ways. "Definitely some bruised ribs. Quite possibly a broken foot. Scratches and bruises galore." She reached up to her head again and hissed. "Oh yeah. Dislocated shoulder."

John nodded. "You're worse off than I am. Let me wrap your foot and re-bandage that gash on your forehead. Can't do much about the ribs. Your shoulder, on the other hand…"

"Just get it back into the socket. I'll muffle the scream with this handy jacket here."

John raised an eyebrow at her stoic response. "Okay. Get ready."

He didn't give any more warning, just pulled suddenly on her arm and jerked the shoulder forward. Jill bit her lip, tasting blood, and tucked her arm against her stomach.

"I'm just…going to momentarily…pass out."

John snapped his fingers in her face. "No, you're not. You need to stay awake."

"Oh yeah." Jill bit back a groan as she tried to find a more comfortable position. "How do you propose we accomplish that?"

"We could talk. Got a favorite TV show?"

Jill smiled reflexively. "They keep cancelling all my favorites. You ever see Arrested Development or Firefly?" She began to search the room with her eyes, trying to get an idea of what they were up against.

"I loved that show! Man, the chance to fly a ship like that would make me happier than anything." John saw her frown and asked, "What's up?"

"There's no door."

He bit his lip. "I know. I've been trying to find a way out. This place is solid."

"So what are we going to do about it?"

John grinned at the steely determination in her voice, and he saw again the woman she had been while stick fighting. She wasn't asking if they would get out. She was asking when.

"We'll figure something out."

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AN: Time to review! I'd like your opinions of Carson's reaction to this development. I'm having a bit of difficulty writing that part.