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I just started Stargate Atlantis Season Four… which I'm sure you all know is a rather exciting step in the Atlantis world. Did anyone else notice the photo in S04E02?

Another random question. The bracelets that Sam & Jack wear in Season 7 (I think) and definitely in Season 8… is there some meaning behind them that I haven't figured out?

Anyways… something a little different this time. This chapter is from Lucy's POV. :)

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Lucy looked down at Dana's still little body. She knew that the medical attention she has received here at Cheyenne Mountain had just given her a fighting chance to survive. Dana's wound had been severely infected though and Lucy knew enough to know that it had gone on long enough that the little girl's internal organs had begun to shut down.

"Excuse me," She ignored the Major and the man... John or Jack or something who stood next to her and turned to the nurse instead. She knew the pair would want to interrogate her but until she knew how Dana was they wouldn't get a single thing from her. "How is she doing?" The nurse have her a patronizing smile and Lucy had to resist the urge to roll her eyes.

"She will be fine. She had an infection in her wound... but she's on antibiotics now." The nurse gestured to the IV attached to Dana's hand. "I'm also giving her something for the pain. We have cleaned up the wound as best as we can... and treated her other more superficial wounds."

"Thank you." Lucy bent down and gave Dana a kiss on the forehead but kept one eye on the adults in the room. She had been fooled once by adults, she wasn't falling into a trap this time. She had only agreed to 'tour the facility' so that she could find a way to escape with Dana the moment she was strong enough. "Alright, you can question me now." She looked over at the Major with grim determination. She would give only minimal information, she needed to protect the other children.

She stepped towards Major Carter and the man and kept her head held high. They might be bigger and stronger than she was, but Lucy was streetwise, she always had been... she didn't survive by being a pathetic wimp like Simon. Though, wimp or not the one thing she knew for sure was Simon was the most loyal and compassionate person she had ever met.

"We do have a few questions, Lucy." Major Carter smiled. "We could show you around and have a chat on the way."

"Fine." The adults ushered her out the door ahead of them.

"There are 28 levels on base. We are currently on Level 1 which is our decontamination floor. Anyone who seeks refuge will have to remain here in quarantine for seven days and consent to having an examination by one of our doctors." Lucy glanced at the woman beside her in surprise. She hadn't expected to be given information straight away.

"And what if the person does not consent?" She asked. She poked her head into the various rooms they were passing. Each door was labelled clearly "Quarantine room A", "Storage room B", "Infirmary room C" and so on... everything was freakishly organised which she supposed was normal military practice.

"Then they will not be allowed to stay here." This time the man answered. He was a tough one to read. Actually to be honest both had remained rather neutral which was quite refreshing, rather than off putting. The adults they had been with previously kept smiling and speaking in sickly sweet voices. If only she had figured out their motives sooner... She shook her head to clear her mind, it wasn't time to dwell on her regrets. "So… how did you survive?" He asked, his eyes turned to hers, curiosity shone through and she realized she was going to have to give them the truth, and the whole truth. Giving them little titbits on how she and the others survived was just not going to fly with these two.

"It's a long story." She didn't even know where to begin.

"Well we would like to hear it, if you want to tell us." Major Carter smiled and pointed up the hallway. "Are you hungry? We could head down to the upper commissary?"

"Uh... what the heck is a commissary?" Major Carter opened her mouth as if to answer bur the man cut in.

"Lunch room,"

"Yeah, I'm hungry." She followed them in and sat down in the chair Major Carter pulled out for her.

"What do you want to eat?" She sat down in the chair opposite placing both hands palm down on the table between them. Lucy shrugged. She had no idea. She had lived on what she had could scavenge for so long she had forgotten what it was like to have options. "Just pick something for us Jack," Major Carter tilted her head back to look at him. So his name was Jack, not John.

"Major Carter, can I ask you something?" She gave the woman her most charming smile.

"Samantha... or Sam is fine. And yes, go ahead."

"How did you survive? Did you stay in this place?" She noticed Sam's eyes shift away for a moment before she answered. It was the first time Lucy had seen her look uncomfortable. "Er, in a way. Yes. Like you, it's a long story." Lucy sighed.

Jack arrived back with two trays laden with food and a bottle of water for each of them. The sight and smell of the hot food made her stomach growl.

"These are called MRE'S, its short for meals-ready-to-eat. They don't taste all that good." Sam told her. Lucy picked up a plate of something that looked and smelled like macaroni and cheese. She felt herself relaxing slightly. She looked up and offered Sam and Jack her first real smile before picking up a fork and digging in. The three ate in silence the only sound was the hum of the florescent lights and the odd scrape of cutlery against their plates.

Lucy managed to polish off her macaroni in record time and even managed to squeeze in a couple of what looked like muesli bars. She was pretty sure it was the most satisfying meal she had ever eaten. She knew she had stretched her stomach more than she should have and after draining her bottle of water in one go she felt a wave of nausea hit her.

"Bathroom?" Lucy gasped out, realizing the food was definitely not going to stay down. Sam looked up from her food with worried eyes.

"The next door on your right." She pointed out of the commissary and Lucy scrambled to her feet and ran into the bathroom only just making it to the sink in time. She vomited until nothing but a painful yellow bile was coming up and she knew at some point Sam has arrived to pull her hair out of her face.

Lucy closed her eyes and revelled in the feeling of the woman's hand rubbing soothing circles on her back. She rarely let herself be touched by another person but in this moment she just let all her worries fall away.

When she finally opened her eyes and unclenched her hands from the side of the sink, Sam immediately stepped back. Lucy looked up at their reflections only to discover she looked like hell. Her face deathly pale, her cheeks sunken in, blonde roots were growing back and the vibrant blue her hair had once been was turning a sickly blue-green.

Sam had a sad look in her eyes and Lucy quickly looked away. She turned the tap on and rinsed her mouth out and splashed water on her face before drying her face and hands on her filthy shirt and turning to Sam who was now hovering in the doorway.

"I'm really sorry Lucy. I should have warned you not to eat and drink too much at once. Let's go back and get you some soup and another bottle of water." Lucy wanted to scream. She was embarrassed and ugly and so damn tired. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath trying to reign in her emotions. It took a few tries but eventually she felt calmer.

"Fine." She trailed behind Sam back to the commissary and found Jack was gone. There was a nurse sitting at a corner table but she didn't look up when they entered.

"I'll be back in a minute." Sam placed a hand reassuringly on Lucy's shoulder and before she could stop herself she flinched away. She couldn't let this woman lull her into a false sense of security. No matter how nice she appeared... everyone had their own agenda.

TBC.