A/N: Minor editing was done on chapters 1-3, done enough to change the content but if if you want to go back you can. I'm uploading all the chapters that I have written for this story, instead of holding some back in reserve like I had been doing. At this moment in time, there is more than twenty chapters for this story written so there are going to be a lot of uploads over the next day or so as I edit those chapters and upload.

A/N 2: For those who read my other stories, please be aware that the same has happened with my other posted stories, and I will be doing the same with what remains of my stories which I haven't yet got around to: Sasuke Uchiha, Looking to the Future & Disadvantage Traveller.

Chapter Four

Just as I promised Jack, I was back within two hours. I had packed everything I owned into a large backpack, which I stored in Jack's office before joining Tosh at her desk. We spent a couple of hours setting me up on the system and officiating my place on the team, before she showed me how to use all their computer tech.

Normally, I wasn't very much of a computer geek, but going through all their systems made me feel like I was a child in candy land. Tosh laughed at me when she realised that I was practically bouncing in my seat as we went through the systems asking her tonnes of questions about all the advanced tech they used daily.

After that, Tosh finished her explanation that she had started the day before about the predictor program. Tosh didn't go as in depth as she could, but she explained enough that if I ever had the spare time at some point, I could help her with the program.

"Oi, newbee." Owen called, appearing from the med-bay around lunch time. "Mandatory medical examination." He pointed back the way he came from.

"I'm coming. Thanks for explaining everything to me Tosh." I smiled at her before following Owen down to his domain.

"Right, first things first, date of birth?" Owen asked, pulling a blank file towards him.

"1990, October 17th." I responded promptly.

"Any current medical problems?" Owen asked next after a slight pause as he worked out my age.

"No."

"Last time you had a cold?" Owen asked, "Or other illnesses."

"I caught a cold in December of last year. The worst thing I ever caught was a chest infection when I was nine." I told him, guessing what he wanted to know. This wasn't my first full medical.

"Were you hospitalised for that?" Owen asked making a note.

"No, I was given anti-biotics and cough syrup from my GP at the time."

"Family history of medical problems?" Owen asked.

"I lost my mother to cancer of the blood. My maternal grandmother had cancer of the lung and lynx. Maternal grandfather had MS and bowl cancer. I don't know my father's medical history." I rattled off.

"Have you been tested for the indicators?" Owen asked with a frown not liking the number of people with cancer and hereditary illnesses in my family history.

"Yes, three years ago. I've come back clear but I have been told to inform my doctor if I start exhibiting symptoms." I responded.

"Right, history of injuries such as broken bones, burns or deep lacerations?" Owen asked moving on.

"Broken left wrist twice, fractured my upper-arm once, radial dislocation to both my shoulders on four separate occasion, fractured skull once, and broken toes on my left foot four times. Scaring across my back, upper legs, stomach and left breast." I rattled off without blinking.

Owen raised his eyebrow at the list of injuries. "Do you want to discuss it?" Owen asked.

"My father was an abusive man and I have bounced around several care homes, not all of them were nice." I told him calmly. I wasn't embarrassed by what I had been through, but I didn't exactly go around shouting to the roof tops that I had been abused.

"Very well. Just so you know, I'm a blunt son-of-a-bitch, but if you need someone to listen or bitch to then I can do that." Owen proposed as he finished of his notes. "Blood type?"

"AB+"

"Right. I need to take some blood, do a quick examination to make sure that your muscles and bones are okay and document your scars." Owen stood and grabbed some gloves. "You're going to have to strip to your underwear."

"I guessed as much." I signed before doing as he said.

It took Owen nearly forty minutes to complete the physical and document my scars. He distracted me by telling stories of some of the aliens he had dissected over the years. Although the topic was morbid, I was somewhat grateful since Owen was essentially tracking my childhood through my scars.

"Right, you're good. You don't have any fat on your body, but your muscle mass is enough to counter that. But if your weight drops, I will be putting you on a diet and pulling you off the field until you get the weight back." Owen warned as I pulled my cloths back on.

"Understood. I try and keep my weight up but I've been known to not eat before." I nodded in acknowledgement.

"Do you not eat because you forget, because you're not hungry or for some other reason?" Owen questioned, making a note in the rather thick file he had compiled.

"Normally because I can't afford the food. A problem I don't think I will face anymore." I confided.

"Right. Then I want you here once a week for the next six months so that I can take some blood. Your blood group is odd, and if you're injured, I would like some blood on hand to do a transfusion."

"Just call me down when you need me." I waved him off before heading back up to the main part of the hub.

"You took your time." Jack noted from where he was leaning over Tosh's shoulder.

"We had a lot to cover." I shrugged my shoulders carelessly.

"I've set up a desk for you." Jack waved to the empty desk between Owen and Tosh. It only had a computer on it.

"Thanks. Anything particular you want me to do?" I asked.

"Not yet." Jack responded.

"I'll finish going through the rules then." I shrugged before heading up to Jack's office to grab my bag which had my laptop and the book Jack had given me.

Since I had been given a desk, I set up there instead of intruding on Jacks' space any more than I already had.