click on pics for 800 X 600	Page Four...Dr. Helm tends to Marta's injured hand. She apologizes for being such a bother, but she's clearly measuring him like a tailor for Tessa.
He tells her not to worry, that he's not a fan of parties, especially not ones held in his honor. It's the first clue that he may have been a hero in the past.	As he finishes the bandage, Marta's hand curls around his.	Marta taps into a flashback.
Drat! I thought I was over those flashback spells when I changed series.	Marta delves deeper.	Cannon fire echoes with the screams of the dying.
You're putting me on, right?	These are not the hands of a doctor.	So much blood, so much death.
That doesn't look like a scalpel.	Oh, all right, guilty as charged.	Saved by Tessa's entrance, Helm jumps up, runs through the instructions for the bandage and beats a retreat out of his own office.
Next Morning:  ...clippity, cloppity, clippity, clop...	Dr. Helm, I need you. Now!	Wow, a UST in my first episode.
Much as I'm flattered, Luis, it's a little early in the day to play doctor, I have a headache, and I'm saving all my willow bark for the next episode.	My men are all getting a fever, Doctor, and they need your skills.  If I had a nickel for everytime I'd heard that line, Luis.	And while I'm in no mood for spelunking down some godforsaken mine, I am a doctor and the men are sick. Shame, though, just got the duster back  from the cleaners.
By the way , Roberto, that coat has to be at least two sizes too large for you.	Bitch.	I don't suppose we'll be  going by the beach.
		Next, Dr. Helm makes a mine call. Tessa remembers her safe word.