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I don't own the Selection series or Stargate. They belong to their respective creators.
Author's Note:
This story does not follow any timeline in the Selection Series or Stargate SG-1. Please tell me what you think.
Samantha Carter looked over at her father. "Do you really think they'll let me in?" She asked.
Sam's dad smiled. "Why wouldn't they? You're brilliant, they'd be stupid not to let you in."
Sam sighed. For two weeks she'd been worrying about her application to Illèa's military academy. She knew they could offer her the ability to become a scientist. The military were the only ones who would accept lower castes to become scientists.
Sam's and her family were Fours, not exactly the scientist type. But, with her dad's discharge from the military it would nearly be impossible for her to be allowed to study physics like she wanted too.
"Mail call!" Sam's brother, Orion, walked in waving a stack of mail above his head.
Most of the stack went to her father, but there was one piece of mail for Sam.
Sam saw the address and groaned. Of course. She thought.
"What is it?" Mr. Carter asked.
"An application for the Selection." Sam answered.
It took another day for Sam's military application to arrive. They rejected her.
So that afternoon Sam filled out the application for the Selection.
The night they were to announce the Selection girls, Sam's stomach was fluttery.
What if I were chosen? She wondered.
Sam settled next to her dad on the couch, Orion sprawled out across the floor.
The TV flickered to life and the Illèa Capital Report began starting with the national anthem.
The camera panned left, revealing the Royal family. King Lionel sat stiffly in his chair, Queen Fiona sat next to the king and, then there was Prince Daniel. He was nice enough looking, brown hair, kind of grayish-blue eyes, he gave the camera an easy smile, like he wasn't even nervous at all.
Finally the Master of Events entered, Davide Ceaserman, he gave a wide grin. "Good evening ladies and gentlemen. I hope you're well and hope you have a soft spot for the lucky Selected ladies to fall when they're name is called."
There's a polite round of chuckles from the Royal family and the audience.
Ceaserman continued. "But before we announce the Selection girls let's get updated on the latest news. Your Majesty?"
After an hour of reports they finally got to the Selection winners.
"Now the moment you've all been waiting for... It's time to announce the lucky girls to meet our prince, Daniel." Ceaserman said. "Please join me in welcoming the Daughter's of Illèa!"
The screen changed from Ceaserman to a black screen.
Sam gulped as they announced the first Selected. "Miss Adielle Turner of Hansport, Three."
A picture of a slender blonde girl popped up.
"Miss Kennedy Devin of Carolina, Four."
Another blonde.
"Miss Vala Mal Doran of Tammins Six."
Sam's stomach was in knots.
"Miss Samantha Carter of Dakota Four."
Sam gasped. "What!"
Her photo appeared next to Vala's.
Then the phone rang.
