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STORY STATUS: Completed 2-12-06
SERIES/SEQUEL INFO: My ficlet `Jack'
ARCHIVE PERMISSIONS: Ask first. I'll probably say yes.
WORD COUNT: 100
For crying out loud! Does the word photosensitive mean _anything_ to you people? Is it really to much to ask that ya dim the lights in here just a little, Doc?
You don't look like the usual nurse.
"The host lives my Lord."
Lord? What the . . . ?
My addled mind clears quickly in light (pun intended) of my current situation.
Damn. I was apparently kidnapping some slimy snakeheads slave when his Jaffa caught up to us. I took two staff blasts to the back.
Oh crap. A sarcophagus.
This _so_ not going to be fun.
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