Sorry this took so long...its the end of summer so hopefully the rest of the summer crazy time goes with it...even if I am sad its over. Thanks to Wendy again for being an awesome Beta. YOU ROCK!

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The head teacher from the nursery had just informed both the little girls that they would be staying there for lunch, and that Barbara would be there to pick both of them up later.

"I was really looking forward to eating with Mom," Grace said with a pout.

"This will be fun," Liz said, as she hugged Grace. "My mommy and daddy used to leave me here all the time with my sister. The lunch is always really good too!"

"Really?" Grace asked.

"Really. Come on, let's play. Bet you I can go higher!" Liz challenged, as she ran towards the swing set; Grace following closely behind.

The base started to rumble, and the alarm started to wail. Grace grabbed Liz and pulled her in the fort as things started fall around them.

"Oh, no, not again," Liz cried in terror. Grace just huddled as closely to Liz as she could. When the shaking stopped, the little girls looked one another over and saw that they both were okay, just a few bumps and scratches.

"We got to get to your mom," Liz said, and started to drag Grace out of the fort.

"No!" Grace argued as she tried to pull her hand out of Liz's. "Mom always says to stay with the adults, that she will come get me if there's a problem."

"Trust me, Grace, I have seen this before. We have to go," Liz said, showing wisdom beyond her years. Grace taking a look around her, for the first time she noticed the damage. The happy nursery wasn't as inviting as it had been 2 minutes ago. The swings were still swaying but chunks of the wall and ceiling were now scattered around the room, and the sirens were still blaring. There was a lot of commotion outside in the hallway, and their teacher was sporting a limp as she tried to gather children together with the help of the other teachers.

"Okay," Grace said, still a little unsure of what she just agreed to. Liz tugged at Grace's hand again and led her out of the room towards the base stairs. Noticing a lot of commotion around them as people quickly tried to exit, Liz figured it would be best to go to the escape tunnels.

The two girls, with all of their combined strength, pulled at the hatch and opened the door. Looking down, it was just as far to go as Liz remembered it.

"We will go down five floors and check to see if the stairs are less crowded," Liz said with authority. Grace nodded her head and the girls began to climb down.

Five floors down, there was still panic and the base started to shake again. The girls continued their climb down for another five levels. Once they had climbed down 10 levels, they found that things were calmer and they made their way to the steps.

"Where are we going to find my mom?" Grace asked.

"She's probably in the briefing room," Liz answered, quickly.

"Where's that?" Grace questioned. Liz looked up at the floor number on the wall and started counting on her fingers.

"Another 16 floors down. It's far but we got to go fast," Liz replied, and again the little girls started their way down.

Liz had been poking her head out at every few levels to make sure no one was coming, it was in one of these moments that she heard a noise she never wanted to hear again. Metal boots striking the concrete floor. It's to soon,Liz thought. Grabbing hold of Grace's hand, Liz started running the rest of the way down.

Peering out again on the level 28, Liz saw a firefight. Grabbing Grace's hand one more time, she quickly turned towards Grace.

"You trust me?" Liz asked. Grace, hearing the noise outside, just nodded her head; again wondering if she would have been safer in the nursery, but for some reason she had a feeling she wouldn't be.

"We're going to need to get help," Liz said, simply, and began running again. Why there wasn't any Jaffa in the stairwell confused her, but she wasn't going to question it too much right now. She needed to get help, and she knew just were to get it from- the mirror that was two floors up.

Opening the door, she looked around and noticed that down the hall there were marines running toward the other set of stairs. Pulling Grace's hand again, she ran down the hall toward the room where the mirror was. Opening the door, she saw it was still switched on but no one was around. It was definitely her world, it looked just as depressing as it was when she left. She picked up the remote knowing that once she moved the dial she would never be allowed to go back to her reality again. Knowing that her that her reality was no place for a little girl to live she moved the dial. Grace and Liz watched as many different versions of other realities flicked across the mirror, most looking worse than this one.

"What is this?" Grace asked as the mirror kept changing.

"It's a mirror that takes whoever touches it to another reality," Liz answered, quickly, as she kept looking at the mirror then flicking the dial. Finally, she found one that she thought looked good enough, she grabbed Grace's hand again and touched the mirror without warning or even looking back.