Back at Atlantis, we came through the gate. I just turned and walked to my quarters. I didn't want to talk to anyone. Everyone watched me as I left, I knew that, but I didn't care. I was still angry that no one was telling me the truth. What was I supposed to do? Blow it off? Did I have the word 'idiot' written on my forehead? I don't think so.

I walked to my room and in the safety of my own space; I just stripped the heavy gear off and lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling. I must have fallen asleep because I woke up a few hours later. I sat up, holding my stomach. I stood up, hearing my stomach grumble and made my way to the mess hall.

As I passed the infirmary, I overheard the group talking to Weir and Beckett. "She's not herself. She's different," John stated.

McKay added in his sarcastic truthful way," Did you not see her eyes? What is up with that? They're like bug eyes."

"Rodney!" Sheppard snapped angrily.

"Well…maybe not bug eyes, but they've definitely changed," McKay confessed. I stayed silent, but I heard Ronon shift. I knew, that he knew I was standing there, so I turned and left.

When I got to the mess hall, I started to eat. I didn't care what it was at this time, I was just hungry, and I hadn't eaten in a couple days. I don't know if it was because of the old man and his gifts or the gate or what…but I lost all will to eat…that was, until an hour ago. I was eating and looked up to see the group walk in. I lowered my head and said nothing to them. I saw them approaching me, so I just stood up and left, leaving my half-eaten dinner behind, suddenly no longer hungry. I wanted to be alone. I needed to think about a few things, and I knew where I could go that would give me some of that peace I was desperately needing.

I was lying on the floor of the familiar balcony, staring up at the star filled sky. I saw a shooting star and wished none of this had happened, but I knew that it was stupid to wish something like that, because nothing would change.

I knew it would get worse in time, with all the gifts that were soon to come. Suddenly, the door beside me opened and I saw Sheppard's boots walk towards me. He asked," Mind if I join you?"

I sighed," Whatever." He lay next to me. I didn't look over at him.

He started," Are you-"

"If you ask me that one more time, I swear, I'm gonna jump off this balcony," I stated firmly, through gritted teeth.

He stopped and replied," You've been distant since we got back. I was just making sure that you were okay."

"I'm fine…I think. I mean, after all, no one will tell me what is wrong with me. And no one will talk to me regardless…I'm fine," I replied standing up. Of course, I realized that I was wrong. No one could have talked to me, as I was doing a great job avoiding them. For some reason, it made it easier to blame them. I know, I know, that was wrong and quite unfair.

"Wait," he started.

"No, I'm fine. It's fine. I understand," I walked off.

On my way to my room, Ronon stopped me by getting in front of my path. I tried to walk around the tall man but he stepped in front of me again. After doing this a couple more times, I looked at him," What?" Irritation soaked my words. His face changed emotions when he looked at my eyes. "What is with you people? What is wrong with my eyes?" I asked angrily. I balled my fists, ready to punch something, and if Ronon wasn't careful, it would be him.

He stated calmly," They've changed."

"How?" I demanded.

He replied," Follow me." I stood there momentarily, watching him walk away. He stopped, turned around and asked," Are you coming?" I snapped back into reality and followed him, still clenching my fists.

He opened the door to his quarters and led me to his mirror. I looked into it and saw the changes. I blinked a few times, not sure I was seeing what I was seeing. My eyes changed from a dark brown to a metallic green and my pupils went from normal black circles to swirls that moved outwards to the whites. I looked at Ronon," Was this what everyone was seeing?"

"Not quite. Your eyes changed from brown to green last time we saw you," he stated.

I looked at the mirror," What do we do?"

Beckett flashed his little flashlight into my eyes a few times, blinding the hell out of me. "And you can see?" the Scottish doctor asked for the third time.

"Until a few minutes ago, yeah, I could," I stated in my smarty ass way.

Beckett apologized," I'm sorry. When did this happen?"

I shrugged, it's not like I had a mirror on me 24/7," I'm not sure. I did lose vision while we were on that mission…before my attack…I was feeling a lot of pain, all over my body, I lost my sight and then when it stopped, I was attacked."

John added," By what we thought was a man, who had been bitten by the iratus bug."

"How can you be sure?" Beckett asked.

"He was changed, like I was when Elia tried to feed off me," John stated.

Carson looked at me," Did he feed off you?"

I shook my head," I don't think so…he tried to drown me in the river, actually." Which to be honest, still didn't make sense to me. Why would someone with the ability to feed of others, choose to drown their victims first? Maybe there was something about me...well, that's an understatement.

Carson looked between the others and me," I don't think there's anything wrong. I think that with her gifts, her body's reconstructing itself, to adapt to the new gifts."

"Great…how many times will this happen?" I asked, not really wanting to know how often I'm going to be in excruciating pain.

Carson sighed," I'm not sure, my dear."

I sighed, partly annoyed, but mostly defeated," Can I go now?" With his nod, I was up and off that exam table, faster than a frog leaping from a lily pad . I didn't like this infirmary nearly as much as I seemed to at the SGC.

A/N: I know, this was a rather slow chapter. It will pick up soon...very soon. Promise. Thoughts? Reviews? Comments?