Nightmares had closed in on her that sunny day, crawling through brushes and smiting trees, shadows borne upon winds of death, following her lifeblood as it poured out on the ground. It never seemed to end, that despair of the hunted doomed to die, but despair turned to elation as the nightmare was forced away by a knight clothed in the sweet smell good dreams. He fought the darkness, and destroyed the dank stench of dirtied beauty. The space between dream and reality was closing, but as the sun kissed them,relaxing together as only they can,she couldn't care less.
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A/N: Challenge numero seis, if I am not mistaken. Cute little tag to 'Death Knell,' which, if you people haven't already figured out, is one of my top-ten favourite SG-1 eppys. Hey, Sam never gets whumpage. And its so cute at the end. Anyway, un-beta'd, mistakes are mine, the Standard Disclaimer applies, blah blah blah. I'm also postponing the premire of'A Tiny Matter of Altitudes' cause I'm lazy and don't feel like starting chapter 3 yet. Yeah, I know.