DISCLAIMER: see chapter one.
The last (seemingly) human to arrive in Atlantis stood back from the pile of Wraith ash and approached a woman with shoulder length black hair who was attempting to check over a small boy who had received lots of cuts all over his face when a glass panel had exploded to the side of him, sheathing his knife on the way.
As though feeling his approach, both the boy and the woman looked up to his face, his dark red hair starting to plaster itself to his forehead from all the sweat. The ruby coloured eyes of Rean glanced up at him, and he could see that some of the cuts, including the one that ran across the front of his face from his forehead to his cheek and over his left eye, had dust and small bits of metal in them, and would become infected if the cuts didn't get cleaned and healed soon.
"Jet, hey," she said, relief coating her voice that some sort of back-up had arrived.
"Hey Jet, wow, you sure showed that Wraith who was boss, didn't you?" Rean asked, anxious to postpone or altogether avoid the check over of his cuts; although to his knowledge no-one had ever successfully avoided a check over by anyone wielding the almighty power of the title Assistant Nurse, Nurse, or Doctor, but think of the recognition he would get for being the first.
Jet could sense that his girlfriend was becoming increasingly annoyed with Rean's constant attempts to escape her checking his wounds, and thusly the inevitable, because she'd never let anyone escape one of her check overs before and she wasn't going to start now.
He decided that trying to diffuse the situation would be the best course of action at the moment, and preventing Mount Hex from exploding would be saving all the children around them from the angry torrent of words that he knew would escape. Including those that most definitely were not suited to a PG-13 audience!
He swiftly made his way over to the pair, a wave of his hand being his greeting to both. "Hey Rean. I sure did, didn't I? You do know that the quicker you let Hex check you over then the quicker you can go, right?" Jet asked Rean. He could almost physically feel Hex's relief that the boy had stood still to contemplate the question.
Jet leant over to whisper in Rean's ear, "I'll even try to find you some of those sweets you like, but don't let on that I said that, okay. Hex would kill me!"
"Is that true?" Rean asked Hex, the blonde hair that normally covered his eyes becoming coated with blood as he swung his head around to look at Hex. He had been asking about the whole 'she'll kill me' thing, but Hex hadn't heard that bit, so she responded to what Jet had said. She didn't see Jet sharply shaking his head, or the hand making a slashing motion across his neck.
"Of course it is Rean, got to make sure everyone is okay, and that includes you!" Hex stated, giving Rean a little poke in the chest to emphasise the point.
She hadn't really answered his question, but Rean had seen Jet's movements, even if she hadn't and decided to play along. "Check me over then!" Rean nearly shouted, standing up straight with his head facing towards Hex, making it easier for her to check over the cuts on his face.
There went the recognition as it turned around and walked away from him, waving bye-bye, but he could almost taste the sharp, sourness of the sherbet drops already.
As Jet walked away, he felt Hex's gaze upon his back. He looked back to see her nod to him, her brown eyes shining with gratitude.
Jet started to make his journey around the room, the room that was becoming ever increasingly familiar, checking over some of those who were wounded, and then started to make his way over to the crates and containers to make sure they had everything they would need. He started to make his way back to Hex, retrieving along the way a dermal regenerator from Daemon, Hex's younger brother, who had been the one to remove the med-kit from behind the panel.
On his way back to Hex, he stopped to heal Aradne, a six-year-old girl with red hair, sky-blue eyes, and a light dusting of freckles across her nose and cheeks, as she had been hit by flying shrapnel across her left arm prior to entering the gate from their side, and even though the cuts were relatively light and should have clotted quickly with the pressure that another child was putting on a towel that was wrapped around her arm, she had always had trouble with her blood and the stain on the towel was starting to increase dramatically.
Dante, another six-year-old with red hair, but with emerald-green eyes had been shot in the arm by a Wraith who had gotten hold of handgun. Pausing to remove the bullet then heal the wound, he gave the boy a little noogie and a lot of praise, because he hadn't complained once about being shot, and then continued on his path towards Hex.
When he reached Hex, he found her in the process of healing Rean's wounds with a device similar to his. It took longer for her to heal Rean's wounds because she wasn't as adept as many of the others at her healing skills.
He waited at her side, and started to look at his surroundings more closely. The grim look that had been on his face for the past week lessoned, as he started to recognise the room from several pictures that had been in his parents possession before they had been blown up.
They couldn't be here, it shouldn't be possible. But it seemed somehow they were.
He was back in Atlantis.