And we make the jump to season four. This takes place between Adrift and Lifeline.
What she really needed was some sleeping pills. That was the only way she was going to get any sleep right now. But the sleeping pills were down in the infirmary and she didn't want to go down there right now. As long as she stayed up in her room trying to sleep, they'd feel guilty about calling her for help. If she went down there, they wouldn't feel so guilty about asking and soon she'd get caught up in something. Then she'd never get any sleep.
Besides, she didn't want the sleeping pills anyways. That would require a full eight hours of sleep, and right now they just didn't have that kind of time. They were lost somewhere in the galaxy with only a shield to protect the city from certain doom. Soon that shield would disappear, since they were rapidly running out of power. Since she wasn't an optimist by any stretch of the imagination, Jennifer Keller decided that she wanted to be awake when their shield finally failed them.
"Dr. Keller, please report to the infirmary."
Jen groaned, wondering what they could possibly want. Before she had gone off to try and get some sleep, she had taken a moment to check in on everyone. Dr. Weir was fine (thank god), Dr. Zelenka was fine, Ronon was fine. Everyone had been fine. What sort of disaster could have possibly happened since she had left the infirmary forty-five minutes ago?
She stepped down into the infirmary and looked around. Everything appeared to be in order, except for the fact that her favorite patient was back. She didn't know what Ronon was doing here and she didn't care. Right now he wasn't her problem.
"Hey," she said, going over to the desk of one of her doctors. "You called."
"Yeah," he agreed. "Ronon's here. He needs his bandages changed."
"You have got to be kidding me?" Jen snapped. "Can't someone else handle him for one bandage change and let me get some sleep? Didn't you take care of getting that glass out of his shoulder while I was trying to save Dr. Weir?"
"Yeah, and do you know what he tried to do?" the doctor asked. "He tried to pull the glass out of his shoulder, all by himself. I'm sorry, Dr. Keller, but the guy is crazy. I don't want anything to do with him."
"Wonderful," Jen growled, stomping over to handle Ronon's bandages.
He stood up when he saw her. "Hey Doc-"
"Sit down and shut up," Jen ordered, and he promptly sat back down on the medical bed. "Would it kill you to start treating my doctors with respect? I just spent the entire day trying to save Dr. Weir's life and right now, I would really love the chance to get some sleep. Unfortunately, I just got a call to come down here and clean your bandages because my doctors are too terrified to get anywhere near you. So, I ask you again, would it kill you to put the fierce look, the imposing attitude and the reckless behavior aside for one day and let another doctor treat you so I can get some sleep?"
Ronon just stared at her. Jen felt her cheeks flush as she realized what she had just said. Okay, maybe that wasn't the best thing to say to him with their imminent doom right around the corner, but she was angry damn it. She hadn't slept in hours, she had just saved their leaders life using nano technology and their imminent doom was right around the corner. She felt as though she had every right to order Ronon to stop harassing her doctors.
"Sorry, Doc," Ronon said as she finished up replacing his bandages. "I'll tryand be better during the next crisis."
"What next crisis?" Jen asked, her bad mood suddenly deflated. Imminent doom and all.
"You didn't hear?" Ronon asked. "McKay found a way out of this. We're going to steal one of those power things from the replicators."
"You're going on a mission?" Jen asked. "But you're hurt?" Ronon raised an eyebrow, because not like being hurt ever made a difference when you were going on a dangerous mission to the replicator home world. "Whatever," she muttered. "But if you come back injured, I am not taking care of you."
"Right," Ronon agreed, hopping off the medical bed and leaving the room. Jen watched him go and with a sigh she went back to Dr. Beckett's office. It wasn't like she was going to get any sleep now, even with sleeping pills.