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Scene/time change

"…Speech…"

'…Thought…'

'…Quote…'

''…Foreign language…''

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"For Apophis' sake! WAKE UP!" Klorel commanded, shaking Aster's arm. He had tried the romantic approach, sitting on the side of the bed and gazing at her lovingly until she woke up. He got bored with that when she didn't wake up after five minutes of solid gazing. Then he tried blowing gently on her face; Aster simply wrinkled her nose and rolled onto her other side. Still no luck.

Aster was having the most wonderful dream. She and Skaara were taking a walk through the desert, talking about the most meaningless things; then for some unknown reason it got windy, really windy. Aster turned away from the wind to see where Skaara was, but he was gone. And suddenly an earthquake hit and the world around her started shaking.

"Skaara…?"

"No, even better," Klorel purred, leaning so close to Aster that their noses were almost touching.

"Ack!" the girl squawked, shuffling backwards and clutching tightly to the bed sheets, "What are you doing here?"

"Aster, I am your God. And when your God takes time out of his busy schedule to bid you a good morning, your God does not expect an ungrateful little 'what are you doing here'," he told her in a deadly hiss. His brown, intense eyes glowing with an alien light.

"Well here's a complication. I'm an atheist, I don't believe in Gods," Aster sneered.

"Don't you?" Klorel murmured, his ribbon-device glowing as his hand hovered over Aster's forehead hypnotising her, "You will soon, that I promise you."

Aster was paralysed by the ribbon-devices hypnotic powers, unable to stop Klorel from bending down and gently grazing his lips over her cheekbone in a brief kiss.

"Hope you enjoy your breakfast, it looks quite nice today," Klorel smirked coyly.

"Never… do that again," Aster growled, regaining control of her body andtriedto wipe the feel of him offher cheek. She looked around the room "Wait… where am I?"

Klorel was grinning so widely it looked almost sinister, "In my bed."

"WHAT?" Aster rolled out of his bed and fell onto the hard resin floor; her panicked lack of grace and balance amusing Klorel, who sat patiently on the side of the bed as Aster tried to find her feet. The monarch never really used his bed anyway, most nights he spent alone inside of the sarcophagus hiding away from the rest of the world.

"Last night my servants tried to arrange separate quarters for you but could not find anything fit enough for something so important to me," Klorel crooned. "When they found you asleep in a corner of the room I advised them to put you in my bed, which was far more comfortable than the floor, don't you agree?"

Aster got to her feet groggily, "You said something about food, I demand to know more about this thing you call breakfast," she sighed in mock-seriousness, still tired from the previous days' events.

The grin on Klorel's face grew even wider, slimier in Aster's opinion, at the comment. The Goa'uld signalled to a servant to go get their food. Aster's arm reflexively curled around her empty stomach, knowing that she was still too drained from the recent starvation to plan an escape just yet.

'Oh Skaara…' Aster mourned silently.

The servant returned with the platter of food and set it down on an ornate wooden stool before Klorel who still sat on the side of the bed opposite to Aster. Klorel gestured Aster to come closer, but she only shrank away further; her eyes dark with conflicting mistrust. But Klorel had already sensed a weakness in her; "You need food," Klorel made an offering gesture at the tray of delecacies.

Aster gave him a harassed look but complied. She surveyed the platter wearily, finding nothing on it even remotely familiar to what she had ever seen before. She tentatively picked up a steaming, red thing the size of her finger off the platter, "What's this?"

"Kwefet," Klorel replied simply.

"Kwefet? Oh, I should have known..." Aster murmured sarcastically. She made a face and put the thing in her mouth, theorising that if it was good enough for someone of Klorel's importance to eat it was good enough for her. She chewed slowly and swallowed, trying to place where she'd tasted the flavour before.

"Aah… hot, hot, hot!" Aster stuck her tongue out, fanning it franticly. Kwefet, obviously, meant 'chilli'.

"I must admit, I've never seen someone eat one whole before… how was it?" Klorel smirked.

"Burning!" Aster replied, still fanning her tongue.

Klorel shrugged and helped himself to some of the food, not already having had breakfast himself.

"Don't suppose you have any toast and honey, do you?"

"Towst?"

"Never mind. Well, what stuff does Skaara like?" Aster asked, surveying the platter of odd food again.

"I do not know what my host's preferences are. I do not CARE what my host's preferences are. Mention him again and I will find you a Goa'uld of your own so you can share the experience!" Klorel snarled.

"Jeez…" Aster mumbled, trying to find something edible on the plate of food. She took a bite out of some strange blue shiny thing that looked more or less like a miniature eggplant painted blue and bit into it.

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"I don't feel so good…" Aster hugged her stomach, grimacing.

"Perhaps if you had been more polite I would have warned you about eating more than one Mej'et. It is used to clear the pallet after a meal. Too many, and you end up with a tremendous stomach ache."

"Ooh!" Aster groaned loudly.

"That one might've done it… wait… No, still no sympathy. What else do you have?"

"You're a monster."

Klorel leered widely, "Glad you know, my pet." He strode away, leaving Aster aloneto her agony, "I'll expect to see you by my side in the throne room once your pain has subsided."

"By your side?" Aster repeated indignantly.

"Why of course my little handmaiden. You are to accompany me wherever I go and accommodate my every whim so long as you are alive," Klorel crooned.

"Me? Why me?" Aster exclaimed.

"Because accepting my father's gift of you so highly is a good political tactic; because you are a Tau'ri from the Tau'ri planet and having you as a slave shows my triumph over your people and…" Klorel's eyes swept over her crouched figure fondly and he smirked. "You possess a certain… undeniable attraction."

Aster shuddered at the way he said the last bit and made an 'EW!' face at him. 'But surely, if he's attracted to me then he must be only channelling Skaara's feelings. Is it possible Skaara really does…' Aster's mind wandered, ignoring Klorel's departure, 'Skaara… I hope you're all right…'

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Klorel faltered in his steps, seething. His eyes flashed in rage. His host was attempting to reassert control over his body. He could hear the boy's voice screaming inside his own head, 'I will NOT let you treat my friend like this!' His resistance was quite draining for Klorel.

The Goa'uld tightened his grip on Skaara's spine, 'SILENCE!'

Skaara soon ran out of energy to fight Klorel's control over him, 'Why must you do this to her? She has done nothing! She is just my friend… she tried to save my life…'

'She what…?' Klorel probed his host's memories for the evidence, 'She almost gave her life trying to save you, correct? That was a very nasty shot indeed…' Klorel played the memory over again and again through their mind.

'All for nothing…' Skaara's thoughts murmured hollowly.

'But so much guilt,' Klorel taunted.

'Just please… let her go!'

'The day I bow to your wishes, host, will be the day I become a Tok'ra.'

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"I wonder where Danny and the gang are right now…" Aster sighed, staring up into the stars, "They could be anywhere."

"I wonder who in the galaxy cares where your friends are," Klorel replied bitterly.

"My fish are probably dead by now," Aster pouted, "Should've told my neighbour to feed them while I was away... That is so annoying! And my bank payments! All of them are overdue! Ack, there is going to be so much mess to clean up when I get home…"

"Aster, you will not be going to your Tau'ri home. You you will be in slavery for the rest of your life, now get used to it."

"Fine. What do you want me to do, oh wonderful and powerful Klorel?" Aster smiled falsely, looking up from where she sat on the floor to Klorel, who was reclining on a nearby couch.

The Goa'uld prince chuckled lazily, "You say that, but you don't mean it."

"Could I ever?" Aster sniggered cynically.

"I am tired, close the curtains…" Klorel yawned.

Aster got up and untied the bundles of thick cotton curtains and arranged them over the empty windows routinely, closing the wooden shutters over the veiled doors for Klorel's privacy, "Are you going to spend the night in the sarcophagus?" Aster asked, piling Klorel's dinner dishes on a tray. Klorel had millions of servants, but chose only to have Aster accompany him for most of the day, annoying her completelyby making her do the work of five or ten servants at oncefor his own entertainment.

"No. My father lost the lives of some very trusted soldiers in battle today, all of the royal sarcophagi are in use," Klorel explained, slipping off his bed and changed into his night robes as Aster carried his plates out to the kitchens.

There was a loud 'crash' from the hallway. Klorel grinned to himself, 'Was she that clumsy on Abydos?' Klorel questioned his host.

'On Abydos Aster was never subject to such unfair labour,' Skaara replied stonily, angry and frustrated at how this monster was treating his friend and how he could do nothing to stop it.

Aster walked back inside, blushing. Klorel raised an eyebrow, "An enjoyable trip, I presume?" Aster mumbled something about some of the other servants taking care of it. She went around the room snuffing out the candles and pouring more oils into the incense burners. By the time she was done Klorel was already in his bed, halfway to sleep.

"Goodnight Skaara."Aster smiled, whispering, before finding a small corner in the room and curling up inside it on the floor to sleep.

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"His majesty Klorel would like more ice in his water," Aster told the kitchen staff, carrying in the ornamental pitcher. The servants obediently collected more chunks of ice from the freezing cupboard while other servants gave the pitcher another polish. Aster was surprised, but remembered that to the servants, Klorel was God.

"Um, thanks," Aster blushed and carried the pitcher back out.

She strode back through the massive hallway, careful not to spill anything. She still had to gaze in wonder at the hieroglyphs etched into the golden walls of the hallway and how detailed it was. Her feet made swift work of the distance, carrying her silently to where Klorel was waiting.

The young monarch was discussing something with another, minor Goa'uld in a lavishly furnished conference room. The two of them spoke mostly in the language of the Jaffa, trying to keep the information from prying Tau'ri servants' ears. Aster couldn't understand all of it, but got the general idea. Klorel was trading raw goods from some planet in exchange for Jaffa that would be converted to Serpent guards. 'Goa'uld politics…' Aster thought wearily.

''…Those are the coordinates of the planet I have stationed my other Serpent Guards on. The map will show you where the naquadah mines are. You may mine as much as you wish but for every unit of naquadah taken off the planet I want a young soldier sent to be trained to be a Serpent Guard.'' Klorel told the other Goa'uld in the strange foreign tongue that Aster only knew part of though Daniel's teachings.

''Agreed,'' the minor Goa'uld nodded, watching Aster enter the room silently and place the pitcher of water on the pedestal beside Klorel's throne-like seat. The minor Goa'uld's eyebrows rose, "You have a new servant?"

Klorel looked over at Aster, "Yes, very new. A gift from my father, she was a captive from the Tau'ri planet."

"I thought the Tau'ri buried the Stargate on their planet," inquired the Goa'uld.

"Ruours are they have reopened the gate…" Klorel gave Aster another glance, then told the minor Goa'uld in their language so Aster wouldn't understand but kept his tone calm and even, ''My father is arranging a fleet to make an attack on the Tau'ri planet and reclaim it as his own.''

Aster pretended to be confused by the different language, but was mentally picturing herself throttling Klorel where he sat.

"And such an interesting hair colour," the minor Goa'uld grinned at Aster.

Klorel stiffened slightly, "Perhaps we should call this meeting to an end. I am expecting my father to visit me today. ''If he discovered me making deals with one such as you we would both be beheaded.'' "

The other Goa'uld nodded and reluctantly left, escorted by another servant to the Stargate.

"Is your father really going to visit?" Aster asked Klorel quietly once the other Goa'uld was out of earshot.

"No," Klorel replied flatly.

Aster's mouth twisted into a smirk, "One Goa'uld checks me out and now you've gone all huffy and pouty. Is something the matter, Lord Klorel?"

"I can see why my host chose another female over you," Klorel sneered, "I suspect he found you not up to his standards. By first glance it seems you would sleep with anyone."

Aster's face went white with rage. She marched over to the pompous prince and slapped him, hard, across the face. Klorel was stunned, his cheek tingling with pain. Then he thrust his palm out in rage and activated his ribbon device, propelling Aster high into the air and slamming her against the back wall in a single massive explosion of power. Aster's anklets and bracelets snapped together instantly, preventing her from any chance of escaping.

Aster slid to the ground, pain searing through her body. She could hear Klorel storming towards her, hissing angrily, "How dare you? Howdare you?" Aster felt him grab her by the arm and pull her to her feet, slamming her against the stone wall to keep her from falling back down. Aster's spine, once again bruised beyond what she had thought possible, connected with the wall and she winced. She looked fearfully into Skaara's eyes for refuge, but only saw Klorel glaring out of them at her. A sudden rage spread through her from what that creature had reduced her friend to.

"WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?" Aster yelled, "Treating Skaara like that? You know what you are? NOTHING!"

Klorel looked as if he dearly wanted to throw her across the room again, seething with rage, "I am your GOD!"

"You are no God. You're not even a ruler, you're a PEST!" Aster hissed venomously, "All you are is an idea. A thought, and influence over Skaara. You are NOTHING by yourself!"

What Aster was saying was so close to the truth that Klorel almost lost it completely, "You will die a thousand deaths for your insolence," he hissed under his breath, "And I promise you, each one will be more indescribably painful than the last."

"Bring it," Aster challenged, her eyes boring into Klorel's glowing ones.

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"You're lucky to get away with what you did alive," the servant girl said as she dressed Aster's wounds. Klorel's 'thousand painful deaths' turned out to only amount to being shot by something Aster could only remember as a 'Zat' thing, then beaten to a pulp by two or three armed serpent guards

"He deserved it," Aster muttered, wincing as the cold salve was applied to the part of her back the dress exposed to help heal the bruising faster, "What he's done to Skaara… I just want to kill him! What was that thing that they were shooting at me with, anyway?"

"A Zat'n'kitel, I think. It's a weapon of the Gods. I am told that… one shot will only cause severe pain and knock them out, but two consecutive shots will kill and three consecutive shots will vaporise the victim," the servant girl explained. "I remember when a Tok'ra once shot our Lord Klorel… he sounded very strange, his voice went as normal as yours or mine…"

'The host…' thought Aster, knowing the servant girl mustn't know anything about the Goa'uld or the hosts, "Thanks, I can apply the rest myself," Aster forced a smile, taking the salve.

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Aster stared at the brilliant view of the planet from the corridor window in awe, 'I'm sure this is Chulak…' she thought to herself, 'It looks so familiar, but…' Aster yelped when a rough hand grabbed her arm. A serpent guard, no, two serpent guards had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, grabbing her and dragging her down the corridor.

"Hey! What's going on!" Aster yelled, struggling against the guards. She looked at the bowl of salve in her hand, "I didn't steal this it was given to me!" she growled.

"You're being marked," one of the serpent guards informed her sharply.

"Marked? That doesn't sound nice. What am I being marked with? Where? Why? How?"

"Be silent, slave!"

"Answer the questions, serpent guard!"

Aster was led to an unfamiliar wing of the castle, most likely where many ceremonies took place. She paled when she saw they were leading her to a stone table and a bundle of red-hot branding-pokers sitting in a furnace.

"I'm getting BRANDED?" the teen cried in disgust, "That's sick!"

"It won't hurt for long, it is just a small burn on the forehead," the other serpent guard reassured her in a nice tone.

"Lord Klorel ordered the mark to be in gold," the first serpent guard informed the second.

"...What's the difference?" Aster asked meekly.

"Gold marks tend to be a lot more painful," the second serpent guard smiled as the two serpent guards restrained Aster to the stone table, "Since instead of burning your skin we have to stick a molten gold and naquadah alloy onto it."

"I am so relieved."

"Only guards or servants that are highly important to Apophis or Klorel are given a gold insignia on their foreheads. It is a sign of great honour," the first serpent guard stated strongly.

The brander applied the molten-gold insignia to the poker and brought it over to where the serpent guards were holding Aster on the table.

"But I haven't got a symbiote! What happens if something goes terribly wrong? I'm just a human! What if this kills me?" Aster squeaked.

The three men shrugged, "Then you will be brought to life by the sarcophagus."

"But don't worry, the naquadah alloy stops the metal from melting through your skull."

"Careful..." the brander murmured to himself as he lowered the poker to Aster's forehead, "This is going to hurt very badly."

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'I can't believe this! You have such a limiting complexion! Nothing suits you at all! It's either that horrible beige or completely gold. How could my father have chosen me such a worthless host?' Klorel fumed in his mind to Skaara as the Goa'uld prince shuffled through his wardrobe, trying to select something to wear.

Klorel made it a hobby to berate and abuse his host as often as possible, to ridicule the shepherd-boy Tau'ri for everything he was. He hated his host for being so lowly, yet having a considerably happier life than he had. Skaara, on the other hand, was more worried about the fates of his friends than if he looked good in blue or red.

'I guess it will just have to be different shades of gold then…' Klorel thought glumly. He didn't really like gold; his father was too obsessed with the colour, '...AGAIN.'

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"Honestly… I think the guys back on Earth might notice it," Aster observed, viewing herself in the reflection of the mirror.

"I see you still haven't come to grips with the fact that you are staying here indefinitely," Klorel snapped.

"Still angry from yesterday? I didn't see you get tortured at all…" Aster tenderly fingered the sore flesh around the gold insignia on her forehead, "Why don't you have a different symbol from your father? Doesn't it get confusing at all?"

Klorel glowered, "Everything that I own, my father owns."

"You mean you don't have anything of your own?" Aster asked lightly, remembering how Klorel and the stranger Goa'uld had been talking about a military base that Apophis had no idea about.

"Well there is you. My father gifted you to me so I assume he can no longer claim ownership of you…"

"Again with the ownership thing! What about that little army you were talking about with that Goa'uld?" Aster added in a curiousundertone.

"You should not know of that."

"Look, Apophis finding out of your army isn't going to help Skaara in any way so why should I tell on you?" she whispered, keeping their conversation out of the prying ears of servants in the other rooms.

Klorel's mood soured, "Is my host your only motive in life?"

"Ya. Otherwise I would have been off this planet in, like, five minutes," Aster smirked.

"Of course you would have," Klorel smirked back with smarmy sarcasm.

"I don't blame you for wanting to have your own secretive army. I've done hundreds of papers on Ancient Egypt history and it's not uncommon for sons to overthrow their fathers. But… if you did destroy Apophis… what would happen to Shau'ri?" Aster asked, barely audible.

"The host would usually be destroyed with the Goa'uld. If I was to overthrow my father, the queen would be destroyed also," Klorel replied quietly, neither of the them wanting anyone to overhear their confidential conversation.

"Usually?" echoed Aster hopefully.

Klorel frowned, "I tire of this conversation…"

Aster's mood swung, "You can't deny that Skaara will always have an influence over your mind, your actions, Klorel. You will never kill Shau'ri. And if Skaara doesn't stop you, I will." Aster strode to the doors before Klorel could think up a response. In fact, he had a better idea.

"Learn to be more respectful in the presence of your God," Klorel growled, aiming his ribbon device at her. He let out a small wave of energy, which caused the restraining devices on her ankles to snap together.

Klorel grinned to himself as he witnessed less-than-graceful trip and fall Aster took.

Aster swore, holding her bruised nose, "You nasty little brat, that HURT!"

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"Ooh, it's been a long day..." Aster sighed, sitting down on a bench beside Bra'tac, "Running errands, cleaning things, babysitting Klorel…"

"It is the servant's life," Bra'tac smiled grimly, "You have not been here long, perhaps the equivalent to three or four months in your Tau'ri calendar. Eventually, you will get used to it, and the long days won't be quite so draining."

"Four months…" Aster smiled to herself, "Feels a lot longer. Especially since Klorel and I got into that fight."

Bra'tac had to smirk at that, "I could hear you from the other side of the floor. What did he do to provoke you?"

"He insulted me," Aster shrugged, "But honestly, he was sulking for ages after I yelled all those things at him. He's so vain… And what's with this secret planet of his where he's hiding Serpent Guards I heard you talking about, Bra'tac?"

"From what I gather… Klorel is keeping a private army hidden from his father in case his father tries to attack him or relieve him of his Serpent Guards. And it is possible. All of the Serpent Guards Apophis has given Klorel are still loyal to Apophis. Klorel is paranoid that if he displeases his father Apophis will strip him of all he has and leave him stranded on an empty planet." Bra'tac explained what he knew.

"Ouch. Talk about family issues, sounds even worse than my family," Aster sighed.

"Your family?" Bra'tac inquired.

"My father was a very important general that was always away from home. My mother was an irresponsible flirt that would sleep with anybody and spent all of her free time at casinos. I joined the army to get the hell away from them," Aster shrugged, "I know they can't get me here."

"Indeed…"

Aster tugged absently at the hem of her Egyptian-style tank top. She preferred a top and skirt to the usual one-piece dress she had to wear when serving Klorel. Today she just had to run ?"

"No, it's just my scar actng up…" Aster lifted the hem of the top to reveal the scar. It was a jagged line of red running diagonally up her side with little red dots on either side where the stitches had been.

"You must be very lucky to have survived that," Bra'tac concurred, "Was it a staff-weapon wound?"

"Yeah. It was on Abydos, when they kidnapped Skaara… This guy was about to grab Skaara and I just jumped out from my hiding place, no weapon at all, and yelled at Skaara to look behind him or something… I can't remember. The guy shot me, then took Skaara and Shau'ri through the gate."

"A Serpent Guard?" inquired Bra'tac.

"Yeah…" Aster rubbed her eyes, "Oh Shau'ri… I hope she's still hanging in there…"

Bra'tac was silent for a long time, "…There is some news from the village that perhaps you do not know…"

Aster arched her eyebrows; "I'm listening."

"Your friends came through the Stargate to this planet today. Teal'c tried to prevent his son from being given a primta. Your friends and Teal'c managed to escape, but Teal'c's son now carries a primta," Bra'tac sighed, "I am sorry for not informing you when they were here, there was no time."

"Don't worry," Aster smiled weakly, "I wouldn't have gone with them anyway. I can't leave Skaara the way he is. If I leave him, he will be alone... I wouldn't wish that on anybody." Aster sat up straighter, "Did they ask after me?"

"They asked if I knew anything about you."

"What did you say?"

"I told them that you were a slave to Apophis' son. They were very concerned about your well-being."

"Poor Danny… I hope he doesn't blame himself…" Aster smiled sadly.

"Rya'c, Teal'c's son, was very interested upon hearing that there was a warrior from Earth being held prisoner in the castle. He wishes to fight for the freedom of the Jaffa when he is older," Bra'tac smiled.

"How wonderful. Teal'c was the one who shot me, you realise," Aster looked at Bra'tac, but he said nothing. "Well, I'm off. I'll see you later." And she left, wandering off to find something to entertain herself with.

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Klorel stared blindly at the beautiful scenery displayed before him in all its glory from his window. To Aster it resembled a nice looking day somewhere between late spring and early summer. And the planet's atmosphere was so much cleaner than Earth's.

Aster watched the guard leave the room as the shifts changed. Most of the Serpent Guards were training in the forest so every second shift Aster often found herself horribly alone with Klorel. The Goa'uld mostly ignored her for his part.

"What did you mean when you said, 'I hope you'll recognise me'?" Aster asked, breaking the silence.

"What?" Klorel frowned, hunching his shoulders and turning to face her.

"In the dungeon, before the choosing you told me that you were getting a new host and that you hoped I would recognise you."

"That was because… when it was pointed out which host my father wanted for me, before the choosing, it was also pointed out that you had a very close reunion hug when you were placed in the dungeon." Klorel left out the fact that Aster had only been pointed out to him because he had been staring at her so intently.

"Oh…" Aster looked down at the floor and Klorel went back to gazing out the window and seemingly meditating. Aster reached down to a nearby couch and retrieved azat-gun she had seen a serpent guard accidentally leave there andaimed it at the back of Klorel's host's head in one fluid motion. Her aiming went undetected by Klorel.

'Sorry Skaara…' Aster thought sadly. Just the right moment, just the right circumstances.

She fired the zat-gun. It hit Klorel directly in the neck, and the parasite and host fell to the ground in a pained and screaming heap.

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SAVAGE GARDEN - To the Moon and Back Lyrics

She's taking her time making up the reasons
To justify all the hurt inside
Guess she knows from the smile and the look in their eyes
Everyone's got a theory about the bitter one
They're saying, "Mamma never loved her much"
And, "Daddy never keeps in touch
That's why she shies away from human affection"
But somewhere in a private place
She packs her bags for outer space
And now she's waiting for the right kind of pilot to come
And she'll say to him
She's saying

chorus:

I would fly to the moon & back if you'll be...
If you'll be my baby
Got a ticket for a world where we belong
So would you be my baby?

She can't remember a time when she felt needed
If love was red then she was colour blind
All her friends they've been tried for treason
And crimes that were never defined
She's saying, "Love is like a barren place,
And reaching out for human faith is
Is like a journey I just don't have a map for"
So baby's gonna take a dive and
Push the shift to overdrive
Send a signal that she's hanging
All her hopes on the stars
What a pleasant dream
Just saying

chorus

(hold on... hold on...)

Mamma never loved her much
And Daddy never keeps in touch
That's why she shies away from human affection
But somewhere in a private place
She packs her bags for outer space
And now she's waiting for the right
kind of pilot to come
And she'll say to him
Just saying

chorus twice

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Long chapter, but I really had to stick the cliff hanger in here, hehe. I am evil! Please show your support and give me a review or email, it's free and I am desperate and needy! Please! I'll write more! Promise! :) Just give me your reviews! FEED me Seymore!