Ok, so this is my second fic ever. I've been entertaining the idea for a while now of what if Stargate: SG-1 is to reality as Wormhole X-treme is to Stargate: SG-1. It's told from my POV, which is probably unusual for most fics. My real name isn't Marion, but it is in on much of the internet. I really hope you enjoy this. This is only the first chapter. I really hope it goes over well and that I don't let it die, since I've got a lot of ideas for this fic swimming around in my head.

Also, if you want to read a review, please don't hurt me. I'm very new that this. I don't have a Beta, so any and all mistakes are mine. Thankfully, I've got pretty good grammar, and comma splices are a major pet peeve. Characterization might be my worst enemy, but as you'll see in later chapters, it probably won't be much of a problem.

Disclaimer: I own nothing, so very unfortunately.

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Hi. My name is Marion, and this is how I saved the world.

Another boring day on teh internetz, I thought to myself. The sky was dark and gloomy, full of clouds that seemed about to burst at any second. The wind whipped through the trees. A storm was brewing, and when there's a storm that looks like that brewing in Iowa, it's just smarter to stay inside. I stared at the screen. Eh, well, at least I wasn't called in to work today. Well, I checked my e-mail, bought that book, paid my credit card bill…maybe I'll check out the SG-1 stories on some fanfiction website. I'll look for a good, novel length one…I searched around but I couldn't find anything that piqued my interest. Well, Mar, that's what you get when you read these too often. I'm sure one will turn up, but later. What to do…what to do…I decided to check what Stargate episode was on television that night. Window of Opportunity? Yes! That one's a classic.

It was then that I saw the tiny advertisement on the side of the screen. "Win a trip to Cheyenne Mountain Base in Colorado!" Well, that's odd. I wonder what happened to the Get in the 'Gate Sweepstakes. Being an extra on the show would be awesome, but what the heck could anyone want to see at Cheyenne Mountain? And how did the Sci-Fi Channel manage to get the United States government to let some crazy Sci-Fi fan into a top secret military facility? I doubt that they'd let anyone into the really interesting parts anyway, although I'm sure some people would be thrilled to see the outside of it. An image danced in my head of my Stargate-obsessed best friend, Ashley, jumping up and down outside the gate to the base, screaming "Oh my God! This is where the show is set! Oh my God! Down there is where the Stargate would be if it existed! Oh my God! Jack O'Neill would work here if the show were actually real!" Out of curiosity, I clicked the link and read. "Win a trip to Cheyenne Mountain Base, the setting of the hit TV series Stargate: SG-1. You and a friend will be treated to a tour of the Base, escorted by an airman of the USAF and none other than Michael Shanks! (My heart palpitated a little when I read those last two words.) The Grand Prize winner will also receive… yada yada yada." Well, Michael Shanks is reason enough to enter this little drawing, I thought. I filled in the form, submitted it, and didn't think about this day for two months.

The sun shone brightly as I walked out to my mailbox. This was supposed to be another uneventful day, but that all changed as I looked through my mail. Bill…bill…another bill…please give us your money…send this to six people or die…we beg of you to give us your money…hey, what's this? A letter with a return address of Sci-Fi Channel caught my eye. No way. I opened the letter as I walked back into the house. I hurried up the stairs and quickly opened the door to go inside. As I shut the door, I noticed how fast my heart was beating and that my breaths had quickened as if I had just finished running a mile. Two words would not leave my mind: Michael Shanks. Oh Man. Oh Man. I read the letter:

Dear Marion,

Congratulations! You are the winner of our Cheyenne Mountain Sweepstakes! This includes round trip airfare for two to Colorado Springs where you and a friend will stay in a four-star hotel…

(Blah blah blah…Michael Shanks! What about Michael Shanks! Ah, here we go…)

When you arrive at Cheyenne Mountain Base you will be greeted by Michael Shanks, who plays the role of Dr. Daniel Jackson. (No kidding! I swooned a little bit, realizing the implications of this letter.) He and an airman in the United States Air Force will give you a tour of the facilities, including the north entrance where transition scenes are often shot. (Well, if they're bragging about being able to show me the outside of the building, there's no way I'll get to see anything remotely interesting on the inside.) Since this is a top secret military base, you must submit to a background check in order to obtain security clearance (Blah blah blah…formalities…blah blah blah…Heck, I've spent the last 8 years in school working towards a Ph.D. in Biochemical Engineering. I don't have time for felonies, and before that, I was a minor. I'd like to see them try to find a splotch on my record… Blah blah blah paperwork, blah blah blah forms…)

Sincerely,

Nathan B. Carriage

President of Sci-fi Broadcasting

I continued staring at the letter which was shaking in my hands. Although I loved Stargate: SG-1, I never was much of an obsessed fan, although I did have my moments. My fanfiction addiction was a testament to that. However, I never was all that interested in meeting the stars, or going to a convention, or visiting the sets, or anything of that nature, but suddenly I had never wanted anything more in my whole life. I had the urge to make t-shirts with snarky Jack O'Neill quotes on them. I wanted to buy the ten season box set again and leave it in the wrapping, putting it on display and then watch every single episode contained in the box set that I already owned and not leave the house for a week or two. I wanted to go to the Air Force Academy and get my Ph.D. in theoretical astrophysics and go on an archaeological dig in Egypt and learn to speak Arabic. I wanted to learn to fight and be able to kill a man with my own two hands…

When I got to that point, I realized I needed to calm down a bit. I needed something to distract me. Well, it says trip for two. Who should I bring along?...

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I picked up the phone and dialed Ashley's number.

"Hello?"

"Ashley?"

"Yeah?"

"Hey, it's Marion."

"Mar! Hey! I haven't seen you in a while! What's up?"

"Well, did you hear a while back about that sweepstakes Sci-Fi put on-

"Where the winner gets a tour of Cheyenne Mountain with none other than Michael Shanks and a more than likely spectacular looking USAF airman as tour guides? Yeah, I heard. I entered. I didn't win. I'm bitter." She chuckled a bit, breaking the sarcastic tone she previously had in her voice. "What about it?"

"Well, I won."

There was a bout of silence on her end of the line. Seeing as we've been friends since my freshman year in high school, I could imagine the look on her face. First, a bit of blinking in disbelief. Then her eyes got wide as dinner plates, slowly taking in all that those three words meant. "Wh-wh-what?"

"I won."

"No you didn't."

"Yes, I did."

"No way." I could hear her grinning in her voice.

"Yes way." I was starting to laugh a bit myself.

"Oh my God!"

"And I want you to come with me."

"AH! I'm coming over!"

Now, I love this girl to death, but when she gets on a Stargate rampage, she goes and goes and goes. I feared I had released a monster. When she got to my door, she appeared relatively sane, and I was hopeful that she would stay that way, but when she walked through my door, all hell broke loose. Imagine a boy-band fan-girl who won front row seats to her favorite group's concert and just got to touch the hand of the lead singer. Now, multiply that by a thousand. I wish I were exaggerating. It took me threatening her spot on the tour to get her to calm down. She sat down on the couch and stared at the floor, consciously trying to get her emotions in check. I waited about a minute.

"Ok, so are you better now?"

"I…I…think…so," she wheezed, gasping for air. All that jumping up and down, screaming, running in circles, crying "I'm going to Cheyenne Mountain! I'm going to meet Michael Shanks! I'm going to be where the Stargate would be if it were real!" left her quite breathless.

"Now, I hope you got that completely out of your system, because I don't want you making a fool out of yourself once we get there."

"I think so. Thanks, Mar, for your concern." Her voice oozed with sarcasm.

"No need to get snarky, m'dear. Must I remind you that I have the power to leave you at home? It wouldn't be such a loss. I'd get my Dr. Jackson all to myself," I said with a coy smile.

She laughed. "Eh, you can have him. I'm an O'Neill girl anyway. I'll try my luck with that airman we were promised."

"Good. Now, we've got a choice among these three dates. They're all fine for me. I've been working a lot of overtime lately, and my boss is actually starting to nag me about taking some time off. He'll be glad to get me out of the lab."

"Well, I think the 15th would be best for me."

"The 15th it is, then. I'll just put the reply in the mail. Oh, you haven't committed any felonies lately, have you?"

She laughed. "No. I got a speeding ticket last week though. Do you think that would prevent me from getting on base?"

"I doubt that. We're probably only getting the least amount of security clearance possible anyway." I let out a forlorn sigh. "We aren't going to see anything interesting in there. It's such a shame."

"You just love your big, expensive scientific equipment, no matter what it does. By the time you're out of there, you're going to be a NORAD expert."

"Well, I was planning on becoming an expert beforehand, but…"

"You are such a nerd."

"I know."

"Well, you've got a month. Think you can master aerospace surveillance in a month?"

"Aerospace surveillance? Oh yeah, they don't actually do deep space telemetry there, do they. Oh, well. Aerospace surveillance doesn't sound nearly as interesting, but I guess I'll give it a go."

TBC

All right, so there's part one. Can you see where this is going? I hope not. I want the next chapters to be surprise! haha.