Elizabeth was working on her dream journal.

If by working, you meant, sitting staring at a blank page wondering what calamities were currently befalling her the city ( Read more... )

She's tied to a chair, her hands bound so tightly that she's starting to lose feeling in them ( Read more... )

Elizabeth was sitting cross-legged on her bed, staring down at her small blue book.

This dream journal was causing her far too much grief.

Friday night

I'm standing outside the Antarctic research station in the snow. There's snow all around me, and I'm alone.

It's quiet and peaceful for a moment, until ships planes start to crash all around me ( Read more... )

Elizabeth knocked on the door to Charlie's room, already in her PJ's and dressing gown and clutching a small blue book in her other hand.

If she really wanted to admit it to herself, Elizabeth was slightly nervous.

She had slept badly the night before (well, even worse than the previous nights), tossing and turning.

She didn't know if she was more scared of the tests finding something, or finding nothing.

[[ooc: Liz is heading back to the SGC to see doctors there, trying to find ( Read more... )

"These cells have none of the normal human inhibiting proteins whatsoever. That gives them an incredible ability to regenerate ( Read more... )