A/N I really admire you for plowing through this novel despite how dark it is. Thanks for waiting!

No, seriously, I do.

It had been thirty-seven years since walking into Alpha Control for a nefarious purpose. This time, coming inside Alpha Control to silent officers watching the criminal be guided coming in for a more innocent law abiding purpose. This time the first stop was to the medical wing instead of the highly advanced psychological training lab. It was unfamiliar and bright to his eyes with new designs for the windows that were more rounded and larger than before with unfamiliar metal gear installed at certain parts of the room that stood in for individual rooms lacking walls. The metal had large touch screens lacking frames. He was guided over to a cot that had a nice view of a well kept garden from across through a window. Green grass, several trees coated in small healthy green leaves, a large see through blue pond, and wildlife lurking about the scenery. The first greenery that he had seen in twenty-nine years since his last visit to a alien planet through the Stargate.

"It's a little operation on your head," Doctor Weaver said, her aging eyes on him and her baggy eyes complementing her age. Her once red hair was silver draping over her shoulders and carried a long gray item to her side that kept her up. "It's going to be fine, Zachary."

Smith tilted his head, raising his eyebrows.

"Do I know you?" Smith asked.

"You came into my hospital a long time ago," Weaver said. "Car accident, you were quite a chatterbox."

"That is not who I am anymore," Smith said. "Doctor."

"Thank you," Weaver said.

"For what?" Smith asked.

"For giving me the opportunity to make my most chatting intern get a idea why I removed them from the ER," Weaver said.

"And how did that turn out?" Smith asked, curiously.

"Just fine," Weaver said.

"You don't need to thank me for that," Smith said.

"I really do," Weaver said. "You helped someone without needing to be a doctor."

"I appreciate your intentions," Smith replied, gently raising his hand up from the belly chain. "But I don't deserve to be thanked."

Weaver wore a pitiful look on her face then walked away.