Nightmares. Olivia'd been plagued by them since the attack, barely able to sleep three hours without waking up scared out of her mind. They might have been night terrors for all she knew. She wondered if there was a psychiatrist here that she could speak with. She knew that she needed it and she'd never been a stranger to therapy ( Read more... )

Olivia had been told by Stryker to go to the Med Bay and to ask for Doctor Hope or Doctor Chandler. That was exactly what she'd intended on doing as soon as she'd left his office. She carded her hands through her hair, refastening her pony tail before she stepped through the doors, distracted. Her mind kept replaying the events over and over again ( Read more... )

Stryker sighed as he set aside another small pile of files; for him, the most painful thing resulting from Evan's death had been the large amount of paperwork. He'd been aware of several issues around the compound regarding the man's demise, but he didn't regard this as something he had to solve himself. If any of the squad had issues, they could ( Read more... )

Olivia sat, tense and taut, her eyes glued to the window to her right side. The passing countryside was stark and white, lined with thin trees with bare branches that reached to the sky like bony fingers and the panic that rose within Olivia was quickly tamped down.

She couldn't panic. She could do this. She would be protecting people. Making a ( Read more... )