Hey everybody! This is my first story and I'm super excited. So be nice-ish. Yeah I really love SGA so I decided to write my own fic about it. Yup. Please review!!!!
I'm editing this to fit along with my chapters one and two, so bear with me. Just a few small changes... (by the way-she is staying ALONE in her grandparents house because her parents are dead and her grandmother is in the hospital near death-if that makes any sense at all)
Disclaimer: I don't own SGA. If I did... well that's another story :)
PROLOGUE
It was raining. Cold, hard rain, pounding down from the bleary sky above. The ancient clock in her grandparent's empty chimed twelve downstairs and she raised herself from the bed, tiptoeing to the windowsill. An awkward silence filled the dark house at night. She was brave, though, even with her grandmother in the hospital near death, forcing her to stay at the home alone. Curling up on the window seat, she pressed herself against the cold pane.
She often woke in the middle of the night, roused from her nightmares by the cold sweat pouring down her face. Dreams of her parents' death, shot down somewhere in a Middle Eastern desert while defending their country. She shivered lightly and pushed the thoughts of her dreams from her head.
A suspicious van was parked in the street below, one she'd never seen in her life. Someone shifted in the driver's seat, peering through the windshield to meet her curious eyes. At almost the same instant, she heard the bedroom door open behind her and spun around. She caught a glimpse of a tall, masked figure holding a weapon. His finger pulled the trigger, and all she knew was darkness.