Jen liked the man with the accent instantly. In fact, she was pretty sure she liked all of the men that were standing in front of her. She didn't get much chance to try and find the pieces of her memory that went with each face before she locked on the most familiar who was standing off to the side.

"Kiryk!" She dropped the blanket she'd been given and ran towards him. Not caring that she was soaking wet, she threw her arms around his waist and hugged him tightly.

He gave her a quick hug. "Jennifer. I'm happy to see you're okay."

She stepped back and picked at her wet clothes. "I am. I mean, well, I think I am."

"You certainly sound more like yourself."

"I do? I didn't before?"

Kiryk shook his head. "No. You didn't."

She glanced over her shoulder at Laura for confirmation. The people around her were friends. She didn't need to have all the pieces back for her to know and understand that. But the redhead was definitely the one she fully trusted to give her the truth.

Laura shrugged. "You're more 'girl with a concussion' level now than 'creepy mindless drone'.

Jen blinked. "I have no idea what that means."

Laura grinned. "I know."

The man with the accent picked up the blanket and draped it around Jen's shoulder. "All right. That's enough excitement for one day. It's time to get you back to the infirmary."

"But I want to stay here." She felt a flicker of annoyance rising through her. She was just starting to get the pieces back, and their first answer was to send her to bed?

Laura stepped to her defence, starting an argument. The soldiers seemed to be on the side of sending her back where she would be 'safe', while Kiryk supported Laura's opinion that if the methods worked, they should be allowed to continue.

Jen left them to their convoluted discussion and walked towards the side of the pier. She tuned out their argument and stared at the lights of the floating city as they twinkled against the night sky.

Logically, she probably should go back and rest, but she was in no hurry to rush to it. The more time she spent here in the open with Laura, the more she was remembering. She'd made it here on her own before Laura had arrived in the little ship, and Jen could make it back on her own just as competently. Yes, she was soaking wet and the air was cool, but the night was warm. She wasn't going to freeze to death, and she didn't need to be coddled like a baby.

She took a step in the direction of the main towers of the city, then stopped. Her attention shifted to base of a nearby structure. She stared into the shadows, not sure what it was that caught her eye. Curious, she moved closer.

A giant of a man moved out of the shadows. He was as big as Kiryk. Bigger.

He stopped as soon as she could see him, but her feet kept her moving forward. She was half curious as to why he wasn't standing with the others trying to decide her fate, while her other half didn't seem to care one bit what he was doing there—she was just somehow happy he was.

Which was equally odd.

She stopped directly in front of him and looked up into his face. There wasn't much light to see by, but it didn't matter. She could picture his features in her mind as clearly as if they were standing in full sunlight.

But his name and purpose still eluded her.

She was reaching up to fix her hair before she realized what she was doing. It was a tangled mess and for some reason that made her cheeks burn.

He didn't move, and didn't speak, so she went first.

"Hi."

He dipped his chin. "Doc."

She blinked, curious. "Why Doc?"

He frowned slightly.

She quickly clarified. "I mean, I know my name is Jennifer. Jen. You know that too, right? Not that you wouldn't know that, if you know me…but I just meant…I'm sorry, I…"

She snapped her jaw closed. What on earth was that stumbling attempt at an explanation? Of course he knew who she was. He was here, wasn't he?

The corner of his mouth twitched up.

The argument behind her was heating up. The man with the accent was getting into it with Laura, who was trying to keep them gathered group from moving any closer to Jen, insisting Laura had been the only one to make any progress with Jen's condition. It was amusing to watch how no one seemed to want to go around the redhead, even though there wasn't any way Laura could have stopped all eight of them. Even Kiryk seemed content to stand out of the way.

Jen bit her lip. She probably should do what they said. She didn't want to get Laura into any trouble. Then she eyed the three flying ships. Okay, maybe not. She might trust Laura, but Jen most certainly did not trust those little cans. They didn't even have wings, which somehow seemed to be an important item to have.

She glanced up at the man beside her, waiting for him to tell her she needed to go back, too. But he wasn't looking at her, he was looking at Kiryk. The two men were having a staring contest with each other. When the man beside Jen dipped his chin, Kiryk moved closer to the group and joined the conversation, immediately taking Laura's side of the argument.

Everyone faced him, effectively turning their back on Jen.

The man beside her stepped to the side and tipped his head towards the shadows. "Go."

Jen had no idea what just transpired between them, or how they'd managed to plan her escape without saying a word, but she wasn't about to let their work go to waste. She rushed around the metal structure, fighting a giggle. As soon as she was out of sight of the others, she dashed forward, sticking to the shadows as she hurried away.

She didn't make it far before her energy ran out and she had to stop to rest, but she didn't care. It didn't feel like she was escaping trouble, more like she was having a joke at their expense.

She pinched the cramp in her side. "I have a feeling I used to be better at that."

"Better at what?" her giant escort asked.

"Running away."

He snorted. "Not really."

For some reason she couldn't stop herself from smiling. "I'm not good at running? Or running away?"

He grinned. "Neither. Both."

Someone called her name. She glanced at her companion, her laughter fading. "I don't want to go back."

"I know."

"I should."

"Probably."

"Well, I'm not flying," she insisted.

"Then don't."

She sighed, hearing the voices coming closer. The man with the accent was complaining loudly, and Laura was still arguing with every one of them. "They'll just make me," she said, dejectedly.

"No," he said firmly. "They won't."

She almost laughed to think he was offering to stand in the way of his friends just for her, but something his tone told her he was completely serious.

He shifted his weight. A sliver of light from a nearby tower caught the side of his neck, highlighting the strange winged tattoo on the side of his neck. Shocked, she remembered the sketches she'd made in Tomas's shop the day Kiryk found her. She'd drawn a symbol for the stargate, and the one she was now seeing. She reached up to touch it, and he held himself frozen. The second her fingers brushed his warm skin his name flew from her lips.

"Ronon…" She flicked her eyes to his, knowing it was right.

His eyebrow quirked up. "Jennifer."

She smiled slowly at how he said her name. It didn't sound right coming from him. Not because it was her name, but because he never used it. He knew her. He knew her name. And no matter how many times she insisted he use it, he only ever called her Doc.

Unless he wanted to get her attention, or force her to pay extra attention to what he was telling her.

Pieces of him snapped back to her with the speed of a switch. Images of him sitting on a bed in front of her while she tended to a superficial wound. Meals together on a deck with the others from the group. Then came a flood of places and locations she couldn't name but in all of them he was there. In the foreground. The background. Always there.

The others were nearly upon them.

She moved closer to him, placed her hand on his upper arm, and blurted out the only thing she had on her mind. "Make them go away."

Without hesitation he spun and walked away, moving straight towards the voices. Jen stayed in the shadows, peering around the edge of the building.

Ronon stopped in front of the others.

"Ronon," the man with the dark hair said with a casual drawl. "The Doc with you?"

"Yes."

There was a pause. "Well, can we see her?"

"No."

Everyone tried to see around Ronon. Jen started to smile when Laura and Kiryk switched sides, forming a wall between her and the rest of the group.

"Colonel, she needs to be in the infirmary," the man with the accent insisted.

The dark-haired soldier bobbed his head, and addressed his question to Ronon. "You'll get her back there?"

"Yep," Ronon answered. Jen almost called out her own argument that no, she wasn't going back, but Ronon added, "Eventually."

Behind her back, Laura flashed Jen a thumbs up. Jen had no idea what the signal was supposed to mean. Was it a good thing? She kind of thought so, but wasn't entirely sure.

As the group all looked to the dark-haired leader for his decision, his name popped into her head. "John."

She clapped her hand over her mouth as the word escaped. Everyone, Ronon included, turned to look at where she was hiding. Dejected, she slowly stepped into view.

John told the others to stay back, and walked towards her. He smiled and stopped in front of her. "So. Things are coming back?"

"Yes, they are. Now. Out here."

He glanced around then tipped his head. "Carson wants to run some tests."

"Carson?" She looked past him towards the man with the accent. As she considered it, the name felt right. "Beckett," she added.

John smiled. "Very good."

She almost smiled back, but couldn't quite get it to come. The group behind him was staring at her now, and she started to feel uncomfortable with all the attention. She retreated back into the shadows, and John followed.

"I'll. But I want to walk."

"Not alone, you're not," John said firmly.

Before Jen could argue with him that she made it here by herself, she could most certainly get back by herself, the shadows around her seemed to darken. There was someone standing behind her. And even though she hadn't heard a sound, she knew that if she turned to look there was only one man she would see standing there.

"She's not alone," Ronon said.

Jen moved closer to him, bumping her back into his front. He didn't move back, confirming her thought that this was exactly where she needed to be.

John looked at the big man, then at Jen. He frowned, then seemed to resolve himself to letting her go.

"Fine," he muttered, rolling his eyes. "But you go straight back. And if anything happens, you call."

"Agreed," Ronon said.

John shook his head slowly as he backed away. "Welcome back, Doc."

She smiled at him. "Thanks."

As John returned to the others and explained that Ronon would be escorting Jen back to the infirmary, the men with him didn't seem very surprised. Carson started to contest the decision, then gave up with a sigh. The one who blew up the planets—no, solar system—grumped about the entire event being a waste of time and how he was now going to have to see if Laura damaged anything with her "attempts to sink the city". But for the most part, no one seemed bothered much by the announcement.

The group dispersed, leaving Laura and Kiryk behind.

Laura ran over to Jen and gave her a big hug. "See you, nutters."

Jen hugged her friend tightly. "Thanks, Spaz."

"Anytime!" Laura pointed at Ronon. "Take care of our girl." She didn't wait for an answer before heading back to where Kiryk was standing. "So, big guy. What's your deal? You sticking around for a while?"

"I would like to try one of those grenade launchers," Kiryk said without pause.

"You would, huh." Laura hooked her arm through his and led him away. "Well, seeing as how the Colonel confiscated mine, we might have to make our own."

"Make our own?" Kiryk repeated. "We can do that."

"Oh yeah…"

Jen had a feeling there was about to be more than just a few explosions of ocean water. She turned to Ronon. "We should go."

"Yep." He reached for her hand and she gave it willingly. He led her out onto the main deck of the pier.

They walked in silence, but the quiet didn't bother her. If anything, it made her feel more at ease.

Two of the flying ships sailed overhead. She watched them disappear into the night sky, happy to be safely on the ground. A few moments later, an explosion sounded. She glanced back in time to see a huge geyser of water blasting into the air. It hovered in the sky then dropped, raining water down onto the end of the pier.

Ronon squeezed her fingers, and she laughed and squeezed back.

She may not have all the parts and pieces yet, but one thing was certain.

She was right where she was supposed to be.

Home.

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