Okay, just a quick clarification on the last chapter. I wasn't saying that it was bad, I was saying that I was being bad in writing it, figuring that it might keep me from being sued. But, I thank you all for the concerns over my wrists, they are both fine. I also thank everyone for reviews. I think I am becoming dependent on your support.

This is a tag for Tabula Rasa and be nice to it, because I'm pretty sure it's my favorite.

When she woke up the first thing she saw were the soldiers, gathering up people near her. They hadn't gotten to her yet, so she carefully pushed herself up onto her hands and knees and made a run for it. She heard the soldiers shouting behind her and she heard them firing their weapons, but she kept running and didn't look back. Soon the sound of the soldiers disappeared behind her and she paused long enough to catch her breath.

She closed her eyes and tried to remember. She had just been a large room with a lot of people. She had been trying to help them- she didn't know why, it just felt right. But none of the people had wanted her help and so finally she had gone to sit on the steps. That was when the small man came in. He asked a lot of questions and she tried to answer them the best she could, because she wanted to help. He wanted to escape because… because… because he was looking for someone! That was it. The blonde woman said to listen to him. So they tried to escape. She had been hit by something and knocked out, but she had woken up and escaped before the soldiers had a chance to take her back to the room.

She started moving again. She didn't know why, just that it seemed like a good idea and the best way to stay away from the soldiers. She didn't know how long she spent wandering around hallways that all looked the same, but eventually she heard voices.

"Hey!" She froze. She remembered that voice- the leader of the soldiers.

"Major!" a rough male voice snapped. "Lower your gun!"

"But sir!"

"Remember," another man said. "We're doing what he says."

"Yes sir."

"Ronon, Colonel Sheppard," a calm female voice said. "You made it."

"Barely," the rough male said. "How'd things go on your end?"

"Not much better," the woman replied. "But Rodney was able to complete his program. I can distribute the medicine now."

"Good," the rough male said.

Since they were distracted now, she slowly started to back away from where the voices where coming from. She ended up running into a wall and squeaked in surprise.

"What was that?" One of the soldiers again.

"Stay here, major," the rough male ordered. "I'll go check it out."

She considered running again, but didn't have time as a big man with a raised gun rounded the corner on her. She shrieked and threw up her hands. "Please don't shoot me!" she cried.

"Doc?" he asked, lowering his weapon so she could see his face.

"You!" she said.

He raised an eyebrow in surprise. "You remember me, Doc?"

"Yes, you're…" she trailed off because she couldn't remember a name.

He sighed and shook his head. "Come on, Doc, let's get you somewhere safe."

"You're hurt!" she said, because that much she could remember. He was always hurt and she was always trying to help him. "Where are you hurt?"

He gave her a strange look, like he was trying to figure something out. "I'm not hurt, Doc."

"Then… why are you here?"

He looked around as he began to slowly approach her. "We're in the hallway, Doc. It's alright for me to wander the hallway when I'm not hurt."

"But," she shook her head, trying to remember. "You only come to see me when you're hurt and need my help."

"That's the infirmary, Doc," he told her. "Where you work- where you help people. This is the hallway and right now you're the one who's in need of help. So, why don't you come with me, Doc, and we'll get you some help."

"What does it mean?" she asked. "'Doc', what does that mean?"

"It's short for doctor."

"Is that my name?"

He chuckled. "No, it's a title. A doctor is someone who helps other people. You're a doctor, and your name is Jennifer Keller. Doctor Jennifer Keller."

"But you call me 'Doc'"

"Yeah," he agreed. "That's what I call all doctors." He held out his hand. "Will you come with me now? I'll take you somewhere safe."

"Away from the soldiers?" she asked.

"You don't need to worry about the soldiers anymore, Doc, I promise."

Tentatively she reached out and took his hand. That was she heard a click and a release resonating throughout the walls. She tried to jump back, but his hand closed tightly around hers and kept her from running off. Her eyes turned upward as some sort of green gas began to fall from the ceiling.

"What's that?" she yelled, trying to struggle out of his grip.

"It's medicine," he said. Although his voice was rough, she found herself calming down as he spoke. "It'll make you better. Just take a few deep breaths."

She nodded and took several long, deep breaths. Unfortunately she didn't feel better, instead her dizziness got worse. "What's wrong?" she cried as she stumbled forward.

"It's alright, Doc. It's just the medicine, its working."

She stumbled again and he stepped closer, wrapping his arms around her as her knees buckled and she fell against his chest. Everything grew fuzzy, then hazy, and then it started to go black. Still, despite everything that had happened earlier and the terror she had lived with, right now, in his arms, she felt safe.