Epilogue

"Wormhole established," Chuck confirmed, and Dr. Weir stepped up to the gate.

"Stargate Command, this is Atlantis. We are ready to send Dr. Keller through. Do you have a medical team on standby?"

"Affirmative, Atlantis," General Landry's voice came back. "She'll be taken to the spinal trauma center right away. Based on the scans Dr. Beckett has sent, our doctors assure me that she will make a full recovery."

"That's good news," Dr. Weir replied, and nodded at the two medics who were standing by next to the guerney Jennifer was strapped onto. Ronon was right by her side, unable to tear his eyes away from her face. Carson had induced an artificial coma to stabilize her until the surgery, so he couldn't even say good-bye. Elizabeth walked over to stand next to him. "It's time," she said softly. Ronon nodded, brushed his fingertips over Jennifer's hand one last time, and turned away.

Standing with his team, he watched the guerney disappear through the event horizon.

"Don't worry, big guy, she'll be in good hands," Sheppard assured him.

"And she will be as good as new when you will see her again," Teyla added.

"I know," Ronon replied. "I know she'll be back."

The End