[3] 100 Reasons to Keep Living [3]
20 Apr 2012 03:01 pm[3]
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Jack could just barely see Daniel standing dangerously close to the edge of the ridge. He could perfectly picture the look of despair and grief on his friend's face, though. He swallowed hard. "Go, Daniel," he said, this time his voice much softer. The last thing he saw before a landslide overtook the 'Gate was Teal'c dragging Daniel through the flickering event horizon. Then it was gone—'Gate, ledge and all. A cloud of dust the only sign anything had been up on that ridge.
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