Fyer

Forrest was running at this point, Castiel bounding along beside her as the pair began to make their way to the control room and the others. Her tablet in her arms, as she excitedly took the stairs two at a time. Castiel had left the infirmary and its occupants in the safe paws of his mutes, who all had been informed of what they were in fact battling. Fire, it had been all she needed to realize she did know what she was fighting against. As impossible as it would seem to the Loonrian natives, it made sense. She jogged across the control room, noticing that now even Chuck had left his post to rest. But right then, with what she knew, they would not have to wait long for help.

The meeting room had everyone, well those important enough. Elizabeth, John, Rodney, and Woolsey all sitting around the table as she ran inside, with Castiel coming to a stop on his haunches beside her. Both of them wide-eyed, and excited. "We know what this is." She explained, walking forward and setting down her tablet before Elizabeth. Activating the touch screen before them all a large block of text was displayed. "Well, I will say that I know when to admit when I am wrong. What we have been fighting, is in fact Loonrian." Rodney was the only one who was starting to attempt to read the Loonrian medical jargon on the screen before them all.

"What is it then?" Woolsey had a near "I told you so" tone to his voice that made Castiel's mind flicker with agitation.

"It is called Mind Fyer." She started, causing Rodney's eyes to go wide.

"Wait for a second, I have heard of that before.. in the history archives, I have been going over. That plague destroyed nearly 40 percent of Loonrian's population like, 5000 or so years ago." Forrest nodding her head,

"Yes, that is exactly what we are faced with. You all have to understand, we eradicated Mind Fyer back then the disease as considered extinct. I would have never thought of it. Even more so since it is presenting itself differently than it ever did on Loonrian."

Everyone glancing around before John finally spoke. "What do you mean different? It changed itself?"

"Yes and no. Mind Fyer was known as a genetic virus on Loonrian. It takes on a different look to ensure it goes unnoticed till it is too late."

"On Loonrian, it started out as what you all call pneumonia. On Loonrian this is a very common issue, seeing as we live in a cooler and damp climate. Along with the fact that the lower class was known for being horrible with hygiene and health care. Back then no one really thought about it till it was too late. Now, for you guys this disease started out as a flu virus common for your people, and then progressed. Moving onto the itching, causing an overload of the sensory sections of the brain. This then causes the body to twitch and then the body temp to go higher. For Loonrians, it affected the memory receptors of the brain. Loonrians would start to replay their most distinct memory. Good or bad, they would start to experience it as if it was happening in real time. This loop would then stick."

She paused, looking at Castiel, "From there it is like the mind starts to over load. The memory will start to skip.. like the DVDs we use sometimes do. This combined would cause the body to seize along with aneurysms of the brain." Woolsey looked almost angry, as he spoke up.

"Why would the symptoms of death not be enough for you to know it was this Mind Fyer?"

"Because I personally was not thinking a virus we destroyed 5000 years ago was on the table. But I had Castiel look at the eyes of those who have passed, just as with Mind Fyer the pupils of their eyes were split. Listen I am angry enough at myself for not thinking of this sooner but now we have a chance, and I know how to fix it."

"That still does not explain why Teyla was fine, and Ronon too." John half asking, half stating,

"It is likely because they are different genetically from you and me John. Earth humans must share similar DNA markers as Loonrians. They must not. The disease can only go on to the next phase when specific genetic markers are present. Since they must not have them, the virus ran like the flu. It is also why I have not gotten it, I won't. I was vaccinated at birth." She further explained as she looked at Elizabeth.

"You said you have the cure?"

"Yes and no. There is only one known cure for Mind Fyer, and it is back on Loonrian."

"What do you mean? Could you just make it here?" Woolsey looking between everyone present.

"It would take more time than we have."

"We know it as the All Cure. Now, this is a drug we do not use lightly. The only time it was used and that was to treat Mind Fyer. It is a universal cure for anything you can think of, it was synthesized from the immune system of the dragons of the time. One vial of the stuff would be more than enough to have everyone over this within hours. On top of that, there is a vaccine we can easily administer to the entire base, and the Athosians."

"So you are saying you need to go back to Loonrian?" Woolsey was not even giving Elizabeth or John a chance to respond to what the doctor had to say.

"I do not need to, only Castiel does. He knows exactly where the All Cure is, along with a good store of the vaccine in the university. The stuff can keep indefinitely, it should all be able to be used. John would just have to fly a jumper there and wait outside for him."

"Hold on, why did you not bring up this All Cure when this all started? You held back information that could have saved those who died!"

Forrest took his glare as a challenge, as she walked forward towards where he sat. "We did not know what this was, or what we were up against. If I had known this was Mind Fyer from the start I would have sent for the All Cure instantly. You need to understand, this is not a medicine to be taken lightly. the All Cure, is a sacred medicine. The vials I need are the originals. They are not used lightly, for in order to make it.. a dragon must die. You see, when a dragon is near death their body will produce a large number of antibodies as a last-ditch attempt at survival. One lone dragon produced the All Cure the first time. That was more than enough for our entire population. I would never think of using it unless we were faced with something like Mind Fyer! "

There was a silence in the room, as her voice rose and Castiel stood at her side with his head held high. "Castiel's ancestor did not sacrifice himself for the All Cure to be used on minor ailments"

They all looked at her, and Elizabeth nodded her head, "You have every right to be cautious in the use of a drug such as that Forrest, what is important is you know now what you can do and how to fix all of this"

John rose from the table as she finished speaking, looking to the dragon "Come on, Cas lets go." He didn't need the okay for this one, not when going and getting a cure was not something that would take longer.

"Hold on, I feel like this may not be wise. Doctor Atla there are still things that need to be clarified before we rush off to things."

Her anger flared, as the room watched Castiel grow. Large enough to take up most the open floor space of the conference room. The dragon's large maw hanging inches from Woolsey, his lips pulled back into a snarl as Forrest stood next to the dragon's neck. Her eyes did not waver, as she stood proudly. "Mr. Woolsey, I have tried my best to show you kindness, and respect. But you have pushed us both to our breaking point. On Loonrian, I live by a code as well. Just as every person who works in the infirmary does. Carson told me, the first part of their code is Do No Harm. Mine is different, the first part for me is All Shall Be Helped. In my time here, I have come to work with both of those in mind."

"Mr. Woolsey, right now I have an obligation to do both. I will do no harm to anyone on this base, and all will be helped. Castiel holds these values as I do. We will not allow you to come in here, and tell us to do otherwise. Now, my advice to you would be to go find your quarters for your visit here and stay there until I send one of my nurses to give you a dose of the All Cure, and the vaccine. Trust me when I say it is better of that you stay out of our way. To put it bluntly, the voice in my head does not like you. Not at all, in fact, he is waiting for the slightest reason to drop you from the top of this tower and watch you hit the water below like a stone on a lake. His threats are not empty."

Her voice was cold and powerful, the anger in her eyes causing even Rodney to want to go hide in his own quarters. Elizabeth, while shocked could not help but be proud of the normally eccentric and agreeable doctor. Standing her ground, on what she believed was right and would work. Woolsey was shocked, his mouth slightly open as he looked down the teeth of Castiel, who was still snarling at him. He said nothing, but his eyes quickly looked at the floor as Forrest looked to Elizabeth. "John, Castiel, head out. Be quick."

"Yes, Ma'am." He turned and stepped over Castiel's tail as he made his way out of the conference room.

you can go now Cas*

You sure, I would like to make sure he gets the message* Forrest reached out, setting her hand on the dragon's neck.

I am sure he gets it, don't worry you can be the one to take him the vaccine and cure.. after he gets a little sicker* The dragon seemed to laugh, as he slowly pulled back away from the desk. His body shrinking down to its regular size.

We will return.*

The dragon turned, loping off and out of the conference room after John, knowing he could easily catch up to the Colonel. Forrest stood still, looking to Elizabeth who was smiling ever slightly. Seeing as Woolsey had been shocked into silence, and Rodney had no idea what to say they were the only two with the ability to communicate. "I would like to return to the infirmary now. If that is okay Elizabeth?" Forrest was back to a more formal way of going as she held herself high. Elizabeth was proud, watching as Forrest found her voice, and her power.

"Of course it is Forrest." With a dip of her head, Forrest turned on her heels. Walking for the conference room doors. Then opened before her, and with her back to them, a huge grin spread across her face. Never had raising her voice felt so right.

"Forrest." She stopped but did not turn around to Elizabeth's call. "Good Job." She glanced down at her feet, the grin still on her face. Taking a deep breath, she walked forward again, catching the encouraging smiles of those who sat at the controls of the city. John had kept the doors open for her speech, and most of them had heard it. All of them excited, and somewhat inspired by the small statured girl who had just told Woolsey off with fire and class. She could honestly say, if she had learned anything from these people, it was to never take things belly up in submission. Always fight for what you believe.

Elizabeth smiled, looking at Rodney who without a word, stood and gathered a few things from the table before walking quickly out. He did not want to be present for the discussion that was about to happen. The doors closed behind him, and Elizabeth looked over to Woolsey, who was managing to recover from the tongue lashing he had just received. She waited, calmly for the man to figure out what to say.

Within a few minutes, he finally found the best response. "You have all trained her well I see." He said, looking to Elizabeth, who smirked.

"I like to think all of them are well trained, at least to my standards."

He shook his head, "this place does seem to have that effect on people; going against orders, or their respect for superiors. You seem to breed them like that." She shook her head, both of them quiet for a moment as the gate outside roared to life, followed by the low hum of a jumper.

"Well, be that as it may. I would suggest you heed her advice. While Forrest is pretty easy to talk with, Castiel is much different. Give them a day, and maybe then you will be able to make some mends." She suggested as she stood from the table.

"I think that may be wise."