From his hospital bed, John Koenig lay silent, staring out the open window. Victor had been by earlier while he slept and left a sealed folder of information for him. Inside was a report that confirmed the information on Lauren. It was detailed so John was certain Victor had done a thorough search. Evidently, she was doing alright, and there was no need to worry about her, except how to get back to her before the two moons became one.

He felt the ramifications of returning to alpha would affect her far more on a personal level than it would him. However, he did wonder if either of them would have any memory of all this taking place, also if alpha itself was going through some type of time warp. There were so many questions and he had no answers. He closed his eyes to think.

The door to his room opened and Helena walked in. He put the papers back into the envelope and laid them aside.

"I see you found the papers Victor left for you." she stated.

John simply nodded. "Yes."

"I was hoping you were awake." she said with a smile.

"Why?" he questioned, watching her as she stepped out into the hallway and reentered his room with a rolling cart containing two covered dishes and beverages.

He was clearly confused. "What is…"

"I was thinking about some of our earlier conversation and you stated that maybe you could take me to dinner after I let you out of here, so considering that might be awhile, I thought I'd improvise."

John couldn't help but smile. This was something his Helena would have thought of.

"However, this doesn't mean I'm going to stop being your doctor. You are still my patient and under my orders. You haven't eaten much in the past day so I want to make sure you have a good meal."

John watched her as she uncovered one of the dishes, revealing a steak with mashed potatoes and gravy. All he could say was, "you forgot the candles."

Helena shook her head. "I can improvise again," she stated and dimmed the lights. "Better?"

"Much" John told her, with a soft laugh as she helped him set up in his bed. He cut into his steak and took a bite, savoring the taste. Food like this didn't exist on alpha.

"How is it.?" Helena asked him a she pulled up a chair to his bedside, placing her dish on the night stand.

"It's wonderful, thank you." he told her and finished the rest of his meal.

Helena observed him, thinking it was good that he had an appetite, a sign he was starting to get a little stronger.

"Can I get anything else for you John." she asked putting the empty dishes back on the cart.

There was plenty he could get for him, clothes, a way out of this hospital to name a few things, but he simply shook his head. "No, I'm fine." He drank some more water then set the glass side.

He realized Helena was staring down at him and looked in her direction. "What is it Helena?"

"Something you said earlier," she told him, setting on the edge of his bed next to him. "You said in your time I'm more…..but you didn't finish, saying I wouldn't understand. I'm curious as to what you meant."

John was silent, not sure what to say. "In the time I'm from Helena, we had to adapt to a whole new way of life. You are still the doctor, but we….we have a relationship, and you are far more understanding of me than you are now."

Now Helena was silent. Until now, she didn't realize just how blue his eyes were. "A relationship?" she questioned.

"Yes." John told her, grasping her hand. He was setting forward slightly, moving his lips towards hers.

Helena wasn't sure how to react. It wasn't right, John Koenig was her patient, things like this were against her professional ethics, yet she couldn't stop herself from leaning into his kiss.

Their lips met and John's eyes flew open. "Damn," he mumbled. Dreams like that were going to make it hard to face Helena when she stopped in to check in on him. And all that did was remind him of just how much he missed his Helena, and wonder how she was coping on alpha without him.

Shaking his head, he reached for the envelope Victor had left him, then took a pen from the drawer of his nightstand. He started making notes of the events that brought him to this time. He had to get out of this hospital and figure out the best way to do it, because it was obvious that he would not be able to prevent Breakaway, and wasn't sure anyone would believe him.

At some point he would have to leave the hospital and make his way back to Lauren. That feeling was becoming more apparent as the hours passed. He would need help and hoped he could count on Victor. Getting past Helena would be his main obstacle. He would take her with him if it came to that point.

For now, he decided to close his eyes and rest. He had to convince Helena he was feeling stronger, and to stop giving him pain medication and sedatives, otherwise he would never feel well enough to attempt his escape. With a simple smile, he wondered if the dream he woke from would continue.

By late afternoon Lance had made arrangements for him and Lauren to be married. He asked his long time nurse Jenny, to help with the arrangements, and she was more than happy to oblige. She took Lauren shopping for a dress, made arrangements for a celebration dinner after the ceremony.

Lauren picked out her own flowers, she loved the color blue and had a simple bouquet of blue roses, that matched her dress.

Jenny never questioned what brought Lauren back from her stay on alpha, she was just happy to see her and Lance finally getting married. That was something Lane should have done long before now, in her view.

All Lance had to do was be at the church by 7:00pm. Jenny was a close friend of the pastor and he agreed to perform the ceremony, he'd known Lance for a long time. When he walked in the church, he was surprised to see about a dozen people setting down. After a few seconds he realized they were some of his patients.

"What…" he questioned as he saw Jenny's husband, Alton, approach him.

He smile and shook Lance's hand. "It was Jenny's idea. You know how she is. She didn't want you and Lauren to say "I do" and no one be able to congratulate you."

Lance sucked in a deep breath. "No telling what else she has planned."

"I'll guess we'll find out. Her and Lauren are on their way and should be here soon."

Lance shifted nervously. "Yeah,"

"Nervous?" Alton questioned.

"Anxious.." he smiled. "Lauren didn't want to wait, so we kind of had to throw things together last minute."

"You'll be fine Lance. Come on and greet your guests, take your mind off things for a moment."

That was a good idea. Just some casual conversation would calm his nerves.

Just a few minutes passed before Jenny called to let Alton know her and Lauren were at the church. Lance had moved into position standing at the alter, glancing towards the doorway waiting for Lauren to appear, hoping his nervousness wouldn't show,

Soft music begin to play and Lance smiled. He should have known what she would have chose. Lauren loved music and one group in particular. Bridal Dancing Queen seemed appropriate as she made her way down the aisle.

She was wearing a simple, light blue satin dress, knee length, trimmed with white lace, her hair tied back with matching ribbons, carrying her bouquet of blue roses. She looked beautiful and elegant at the same time.

Alton took her arm as she approached and led her up to Lance. He smiled at her, took her hand and they faced the pastor.

The words spoken between them were short, sweet and filled with their love for one another, never taking their eyes from one another. Each in turn, slipped the rings on one another fingers, repeating the words that would bind them together forever.

When they finished, they kissed tenderly, Lance holding his bride close to him.

"I love you babe." he whispered when their lips parted.

Silent tears streamed down her cheeks. "I love you too Lance….I'm so happy right now."

He kissed her again and the ceremony was over. Jenny walked up to both of them, giving them warm hugs, offering her congratulations.

"You two certainly belong together." she told them.

"Thank you Jenny…for all of this, it means a lot to both of us."

Alton walked up and peered over his wife's shoulder. "Did you forget about the reception in the next room.?" he asked her.

"Reception?" Lauren questioned looking up at Lance.

He shrugged. "I know nothing about it."

"Well Lance, you did ask me to make the arrangements didn't you." Jenny stated

"I did. So lets see what you have in store." he laughed, taking Laurens hand in his and followed the crowd.

There was a simple wedding cake that thrilled Lauren. All of this ceremony was more than she hoped for. Standing before a Justice of the Peace would have been fine with her. They cut the cake, took a few pictures, and enjoyed simple conversation with their friends. Some of his patients didn't know Lauren, but were happy to meet her and gave them well wishes.

About an hour passed and the crowd left. "We do have one last detail to attend to." Alton smiled.

"Detail?" Lauren questioned.

Jenny spoke up. "I made reservations at an exclusive restaurant for dinner. Had to pull a few strings, but I managed."

Lance laughed. "Now you understand why I'll never replace you Jenny."

She smiled. "Well, now that that's settled, lets go have dinner."

The hour was late when Helena walked into John's room. She looked at his chart and was somewhat surprised he hadn't requested any pain medication. She approached his bed, his eyes were closed but he seemed restless. His vitals were okay as she glanced at the monitor beside his bed and made notations on his chart. Feeling his forehead, he felt warm but no indication that he had a fever.

Taking her stethoscope from the pocket of her jacket, she placed the tips in her ears and the flat end beneath is pajama top. As she slid it across his chest, his eyes fluttered open. Although she wasn't his Helena standing over him, he was happy to see her.

"I thought you forgot about me." he said through a faint smile.

She listened to his chest a moment longer, then straightened. "No, I had a meeting earlier and it took much longer than I expected. I'm flattered you missed me."

They both laughed. "How are you feeling this evening?" she questioned, watching his face as she mashed on his ribs, then checked his chest injury.

"A little better, not so much pain for once." Not quite a lie, but his ribs didn't feel as tender.

She nodded. "I saw by our chart you didn't request any pain medication. I can have something sent in."

John shook his head. "I'd prefer you didn't. I don't like the groggy after effects. Sometimes I feel like I'm not completely awake."

"It does help you rest…"

"I'm tired of rest Helena. I've been on my back for what now…,,maybe 48 hours or close to it. I've got so much I need to figure out and if you keep me drugged, I'll never accomplish things I need to do."

"Like what for instance John." she asked, slight irritation in her voice.

John was blunt with her. "For starters getting out of this damn bed, on my feet and then leaving this hospital. Time is running out for me Helena, I can feel it."

"Time? John why do you insist on this…this story about…"

John raised himself up in his bed, despite Helena's attempt to force him to lay down. "Stop Helena, " he told her shrugging off her help. " I'm not telling you a story. Everything I've said over the past….hours, has been the truth."

He reached for the envelope Victor had left him and handed it to her. "Here read the contents, then maybe you'll believe me."

Helena glared at him and opened the envelope. It was only five or six pages. She read them quickly, then laid them aside."

"Alright, so this person Lauren Collins exists. I don't understand your obsession with her."

John sighed, trying to remain calm. "I'm not obsessed Helena. Why won't you believe me?"

"I'm a doctor John, and I analyze everything from a professional standpoint. You talk about being from the future, one that hasn't happened yet, some story about the moon being blasted from orbit, seeing two moons, this girl you have to find, and us having a relationship in this future…"

"Oh I see," John interrupted. "You think I'm crazy…"

"No" Helena denied.

John got to his feet, feeling more steady than he thought he would. The lack of drugs made a difference. "Prove me wrong, pull up a chair and psychoanalyze me and see what you think then."

Helena's eyes grew wide. "Don't tell me what to do John, and please get back in bed, you are still to weak…."

"To weak for what, I feel fine at the moment." He walked over to the window and looked out. The two moons were still out there and closer together than the last time he looked.

He glanced over his shoulder at Helena. "I still see two moons.." he told her.

Helena sighed as she walked over to him. She was beginning to feel this concussion he had from the crash was causing unforeseen problems.

She placed her hand gently around his arm. "John, please get back in bed. I'm worried about you."

"No." he told her defiantly. "I think better when I'm on my feet, and don't you dare threaten me with more meds or restraints."

"Or what." she said in frustration.

They were only inches apart, their eyes meeting. John's only response was to pull Helena close to him and kiss her like he had in his dream, only this one lasted longer. She tried to pull away, but John held her close and felt her soften in his grip before he ended the kiss.

Helena felt tears on her cheeks. "Why…"

"Why? to give you something to think about Helena. I told you we have a relationship, and hopefully that proves something to you."

She wiped at her wet cheeks, completely confused over what just happened. Why did she let him kiss her like that.

He reached out to her, brushing away tears. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you. For now, I think you should leave me alone," he told her, gazing into her eyes," or I'll end up making love to you in my bed, and that can't happen."

"Yes, I should leave." she told him, regaining her composure. Picking up his chart she headed for the door. John called to her before she stepped out into the hall.

"Are you okay?" his voice held concern for her.

She simply nodded. "Yes, I'm fine. Goodnight John."

"Goodnight Helena." he told her and watched as the door close behind her.