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When billions vanish, including one of SG-1's own, the team looks for answers. What they find changes their lives forever, and throws them into the battle of the ages. What happens when SG-1 stands in the way of the most evil enemy they will ever face?
Read "Left Behind: SG-1" for excitement like never before in Stargate fanfiction! Left Behind: SG-1
The rest of my fic: http://www.fanfiction.net/~startrekfreak
Before you met me I was a fairy princess
I caught frogs and called them prince
And made myself a queen
Before you knew me I traveled 'round the world
I slept in castles and fell in love
Because I was taught to dream
I found mayonnaise bottles and poked holes on top
To capture tinkerbell
They were just fireflies to the untrained eye
But I could always tell
I believe in fairytales and dreamers dreams like bed sheet sails
And I believe in Peter Pan and miracles
And anything I can to get by
And fireflies...
"What's the point of being grown-up if you can't act childish sometimes?" -- Doctor Who
Before you met me I was a fairy princess
I caught frogs and called them prince
And made myself a queen
Before you knew me I traveled 'round the world
I slept in castles and fell in love
Because I was taught to dream
I found mayonnaise bottles and poked holes on top
To capture tinkerbell
They were just fireflies to the untrained eye
But I could always tell
I believe in fairytales and dreamers dreams like bed sheet sails
And I believe in Peter Pan and miracles
And anything I can to get by
And fireflies...
"What's the point of being grown-up if you can't act childish sometimes?" -- Doctor Who
Oh yeah! Thanks girls! Yay! Too bad I gotta go now...but it was fun while it lasted! Good night!
Chained whumping and, of course, pre-whump...he's about to get killed! Argh! Poor robo-Daniel...
When billions vanish, including one of SG-1's own, the team looks for answers. What they find changes their lives forever, and throws them into the battle of the ages. What happens when SG-1 stands in the way of the most evil enemy they will ever face?
Read "Left Behind: SG-1" for excitement like never before in Stargate fanfiction! Left Behind: SG-1
The rest of my fic: http://www.fanfiction.net/~startrekfreak
Before you met me I was a fairy princess
I caught frogs and called them prince
And made myself a queen
Before you knew me I traveled 'round the world
I slept in castles and fell in love
Because I was taught to dream
I found mayonnaise bottles and poked holes on top
To capture tinkerbell
They were just fireflies to the untrained eye
But I could always tell
I believe in fairytales and dreamers dreams like bed sheet sails
And I believe in Peter Pan and miracles
And anything I can to get by
And fireflies...
"What's the point of being grown-up if you can't act childish sometimes?" -- Doctor Who
Before you met me I was a fairy princess
I caught frogs and called them prince
And made myself a queen
Before you knew me I traveled 'round the world
I slept in castles and fell in love
Because I was taught to dream
I found mayonnaise bottles and poked holes on top
To capture tinkerbell
They were just fireflies to the untrained eye
But I could always tell
I believe in fairytales and dreamers dreams like bed sheet sails
And I believe in Peter Pan and miracles
And anything I can to get by
And fireflies...
"What's the point of being grown-up if you can't act childish sometimes?" -- Doctor Who
Who, me? I know nothing of what you speak of, woman! Nope, Michael didn't do the infamous "Hand under shirt" thing not a foot from my face at the Dessert Party on Saturday. And NO, I did not stare at that exposed skin and have lewd and lascivious thoughts. I'd NEVER EVER do anything like that. Nor did I totally lose my sense of speak and stop in the middle of a sentence to say "Oh myyyyyy......." and stare. Or get all warm and stuff.
I'd never do anything like that.
And if you believe that, I have a bridge in Brooklyn that's for sale, reasonably priced!
Who, me? I know nothing of what you speak of, woman! Nope, Michael didn't do the infamous "Hand under shirt" thing not a foot from my face at the Dessert Party on Saturday. And NO, I did not stare at that exposed skin and have lewd and lascivious thoughts. I'd NEVER EVER do anything like that. Nor did I totally lose my sense of speak and stop in the middle of a sentence to say "Oh myyyyyy......." and stare. Or get all warm and stuff.
I'd never do anything like that.
And if you believe that, I have a bridge in Brooklyn that's for sale, reasonably priced!
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