One month.
That’s all she had given me. That’s all the time we had been blessed with.
I regret not going home with her that first night; standing outside by my car in the cold. She had kept me warmer than I had ever been; pressed against me, pinning me to my car. The world did not exist around us. The replicaters, the Goa’uld, the Jaffa,
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