When Major Dean Travers had been called into Dr. Weir's office those many years ago, he'd been surprised. He'd never even heard of Elizabeth Weir, nor in the first moments of their meeting did he understand why a civilian was apparently handpicking military personnel for a military assignment. His confusion had only been deepened by the fact that a General by the name of O'Neill had been at the meeting as well but hadn't so much as whispered a syllable of anything. In fact, the General had looked plain bored.

When he'd signed the confidentiality agreement and heard the fantastic tale of the Stargate, the Ancients and the search for Atlantis, he'd been completely floored. His first question had been, "Why me?"

After all, he'd been hard pressed at that very moment to understand why a US Air Force chaplain would be needed to go to another galaxy. He relaxed almost immediately when Elizabeth smiled and explained to him some of the good he could do.

In retrospect, he'd known it too, for a chaplain was a chaplain no matter where he or she was stationed. The fact that he would be the spiritual go to guy for men and women from different armed forces from different countries, and civilian scientists as well, really had no bearing on anything. Nor did the fact that his flock would contain people from different faiths. He was a man of God and he was needed and he could help.

And hadn't he been needed over the years. Many had come to him looking for answers. Why am I here? Why did that happen? He gave them what answers he could, but mostly he directed them to look within themselves and to their faith for their answers. More often than not, they went from his office feeling better than they had been.

Some had come seeking advice. Many times he'd found Elizabeth at his door wondering what she should do and asking him his thoughts on the matter from a spiritual point of view. She'd listened intently to his thoughts and always thanked him for his insight. So too had Colonel Carter and Mr. Woolsey approached him, though to lesser degrees.

Others had needed comfort, for the loss of friends and colleagues or for stress. His work had often been coordinated with the staff psychologist, but just as there were people on the base that didn't necessarily believe in God, there were those who didn't trust psychologists.

Still others had come to him seeking advice about relationships. While fraternization between military members was frowned upon, he had realized that even soldiers needed comfort that only friends- and yes lovers- could provide so far away from home. Of course, the civilians weren't officially prohibited from forming relationships.

He chuckled into his office as he remembered Jennifer Keller asking him what God would think of her pursuing a relationship with someone who didn't believe in God. She'd been joking and he knew it, but he'd felt compelled to point out that he didn't think God would disapprove of love based on that concern. She'd smiled at him, gratefully he thought, and before he knew it she and Dr. McKay were together.

Dean smiled as he got up from his office and headed for the door. As it opened he found Drs. McKay and Keller walking by arm in arm. They stopped when they saw him and Jennifer let go of Rodney's arm and moved towards him.

He was surprised when she hugged him and whispered, "Thank you," in his ear, so much so that he could say nothing as she released him and took McKay's hand and walked down the corridor.

Finally he smiled and said into the empty hallway, "You're welcome, and Godspeed."

A/N: "Godspeed" was written by Ron Hynes and released on his 1997 album Face to the Gale. The version I have on my playlist and like better is the one done by the group Shaye, who released it on their 2003 album, The Bridge.