I'm getting there! I swear! Let me know what you think.

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She was able to reach his hand through the bars and checked his pulse. He wasn't in any kind of distress and his breathing seemed normal. She continued to yell for help, but no one came. When she realized there was nothing she could do, she settled back in the corner of her cell and let everything she was feeling come out.

She was dirty, exhausted, and scared out of her wits. She had been alone this whole time fighting for her life, and now the only person who was remotely capable of helping her was lying unconscious on the ground.

It wasn't long before her exhaustion caught up with her and she drifted asleep, but it didn't last long.

Now what? she wondered in complete terror. The trembling was too much so she hugged her knees to her chest and she stared at the unconscious man with wide wide eyes. She wanted nothing else but to sleep, but that fear settling in her stomach refused her.

She thought of her dad and what he would do if something happened to her. Her mother's death had been so hard on him already and without her he had nobody to look after him. This had weighed heavily on her since coming to Atlantis. And even though he had no idea what she was doing, he had always assured her that there were people who needed her more then him. Yet, at the moment, that gave her little comfort.

And what about Rodney? He said a number of times he wouldn't know what to do if he lost her. She knew the pains he carried for the loss of his friends, and feared what would happen to him. John had told them all the story of what happened to Rodney in the alternate timeline. He wasted his life on a long-shot theory to try to save his teammates. While she was touched by his loyalty and compassion toward John, Teyla, and Ronan, she wondered what things he missed out on trying to bring them back. Had he been so obsessed that he missed out on being with her?

"Ow," Avidan interrupted her thoughts as he moaned. He lay there for a moment, rolled to his back, and then slowly sat up. "What the…" he looked around the room.

"Magistrate?" Jennifer didn't move from her corner, but she was concerned by his movements.

"Oh, no," he touched the beard on his face. He was so distracted by his realization of what happened that he didn't even notice he wasn't alone. "Way to go, McKay!" he said in furious frustration as he looked around again.

I am in someone else's body! That stupid stone! It transferred me into this body! That's how that woman was in Jennifer's body. How am I going to help her now!?!

"McKay?" Jennifer immediately perked up. His whole demeanor had changed. Even his stance and facial expressions weren't what they were before he fell. She didn't dare hope it was him, but there was something very familiar in the nervous motions of his hands.

"Who are you?" Rodney's thoughts stopped in mid air as he stepped back; he hadn't noticed her before she spoke with the unfamiliar voice and was intimidated by the iron bars.

"How do you know that name?" she was reluctant to tell him.

"How do you know that name?" he asked defensively.

"Rodney?" she pressed herself against the bars.

"Jennifer?" he looked into her eyes, and he was amazed to see that familiar spark of hope in a face he had never seen before. "Jennifer," he put his hands over hers and touched his head to hers through the bars.

It was a relief to the lovers to be able to touch one another again, but very strange. With both of them in different bodies, their touch and voices were as different as their faces. Even though they both knew they were still in great danger, they felt safe. As long as they were together, they were going to be all right.