Jack pulled up a chair by Sam's bedside. She was sleeping, a natural sleep. Janet stood by her bed, checking Sam's readouts, making notes.

"I've sent the autopsy results to Major Davis." She whispered, anxious not to wake Sam. "Sam is complete cleared of responsibility for Dr Marlin's death. As for the problem with pills, it'll go on her record, but..."

"But compared to my record, she's still pure as the driven snow." Jack joked, as quietly as Janet. She smiled, then looked down at her friend.

"You don't need to be here. I'll look after her." She said.

"I know." but he didn't move.

"It'll be hell when she wakes up."

"I know that too."

"She'll be in terrible pain. She may not know you. She may get violent. I'll have to strap her down."

"I know. I remember. I promised her I'd be here" He told her. She smiled, and nodded.

"Ok, then, I'll get you some coffee.".

She left, leaving him sitting in a darkened infirmary, besides Sam's bed. Where he belonged. Whatever she had done, whatever she did, no matter what darkness was within her, he'd stay beside her. And when she woke up, when she was herself again, he'd keep his promise. He'd tell her the worst things he'd had ever done, so she'd know, she'd never be alone in the darkness.

THE END