Binksbabe drifted off to sleep, snug in her bed, taking comfort in her dog's weight at her feet after a long evening of fanfiction browsing. When consciousness returned too soon, her first thought was Why is my bed so cold? . She shifted her weight slightly, trying to find the mutt at her feet. She did not find it particularly strange that he wasn't there; he'd probably gone to wait by her door. She shifted again, the realization that she was no longer smug in her bedcovers closer to dawning on her with each passing second.

Finally, she dragged herself onto her elbows and cracked her eyes opn. She stared at a wall, just as she expected, but it was... gray! She rolled over to see a large-ish gray room divided into four sections by walls of metal bars. Two red lasers guarded her side of the bars.

She yawned, still waking up. Reminds me of an episode of Stargate. She pulled herself onto her feet just in time for Richard Dean Anderson to make his grand entrance.

If that dream I had a few weeks ago wasn't foreshadowing, I don't know what is, she thought. She glanced again at his surprised face, and her jaw dropped slightly as she fell into a shocked silence.

His eyebrows lowered. "You're not that Goa'uld! How'd you get in here?"

Binksbabe continued to stare at him until his question finally registered in her mind. "Of course I'm not; Goa'ulds don't exist! And if you don't know how I got here, I bet I sleepwalked."

His brows furrowed as they often did on Stargate when Carter told him some scientific explanation. "How do you know about the Goa'uld?"

Binksbabe let out a sligh, half-hearted laugh. "What dedicated Stargate fan doesn't?" She noticed his alarmed and more than slightly baffled expression. "You're not Richard Dean Anderson, are you?"

"Ah, no." He took one step back towards the door.

Binksbabe's smile grew wider. "Well, it's very nice to meet you, Colonel O'Neill! "

"Do you know everything?"

She shrugged. "Everything from the episodes I've seen, but I've apparently missed the ones with you and big needles; Jonas and bananas; and Daniel and coffee."

One of the colonel's eyebrows rose. "Jonas?"

"Oh, so whenever I am, it's during the series and before Daniel ascended," she muttered to herself. "What year is it?"

"1998, why?"

"If it's 2003 now and we're in season 7, then this must be season... 2!" Her voice grew excitedly as she figured out the season.

"Since you konw so much, mind telling me where Major Carter is?"

"Sure, what episode?" At his blank look, she continued, "Sorry, forgot. Where was she?"

He pointed to the cell in which she stood. "Last time I looked, she was in there."

Binksbabe nodded, guessing she had been zapped into "In the Line of Duty," one of her favorite episodes. "Well, if I'm here and she's not, it would make sense to assume that Jolinar's waking up in my room this morning."

He frowned. "You mean that Goa'uld is," he began, poking his thumb up and behind his shoulder, "out there?"

She shrugged again. "Yeah, but if I'm right, she won't be able to do anything other than get in a whole lot of trouble. Besides, it's not like she's going to go out and demand the dedicated service of all the people in the world."

"She's--it's a Goa'uld; of course--"

"She's not a Goa'uld, but I really don't want to mess up the series by telling who she is. You know, the whole grandfather paradox thing."

"What?!"

Binksbabe bit her lip. "Yeah, I guess this is before '1969.' Well, that's a problem."

Jack looked at her with a rather confused expression. To the best of his knowledge and mathematical ability, the year 1998 came after 1969. "So when will Carter be back?"

She rolled her eyes. "Considering this situation has varied from the regularly scheduled episode... I'd say she'll return... by the time her last boyfriend dies." She could see the jealousy arise in his eyes at the mention of the possibility that she might romance someone other than him. "Or just when I've calmed you down enough to talk to her like you should."

"She's a Goa'uld, how am I supposed to talk to her?"

Binksbabe rolled her eyes again. "She's not a Goa'uld, and since she's gonna tell you anyway, she's a Tok'ra. I like Tok'ra; they're so cool, half Vulcan, half Jaffa kinda thing. I wish that they hadn't--"

"What are you talking about?"

"Tok'ra."

"I repeat: What are you talking about?"

"Ask Teal'c. But before you do that... can you get me outta here? I'm neither a Goa'uld nor a Tok'ra. I'm just some--"

"We'll see." With that, he up and left the room, leaving Binksbabe... alone.

Binksbabe in Stargate: Part 2

Binksbabe awoke to the Star Wars main theme. Her bed was just right, warm, and perfect. The last two times it had been like this, she'd woken up somewhere else in the Stargate universe. Now, however, it was her bed with her dog lying at her feet.

She eventually got up as the music automatically approached a deafening volume. Today, her birthday, the weather forecasters had predicted tremendous amounts of snow. She pulled herself out of her bed and wandered downstairs. She flicked on her school's television channel to find that school hadn't been cancelled for the second day in a row.

Deciding she still had enough time to get ready anyway, Binksbabe booted up her computer. She found that she only had one new e-mail from a carters@usaf.mil.

"Carters?" she wondered aloud. "If it wasn't a military address, I'd think this person was a Stargate fan. I don't even know anyone in the Air Force!"

She opened the message, briefly wondering if it should have really gone into the "bulk" folder.

From: Samantha Carter
To: Sarah Anderson
Date: Mon, 26 Jan 2004
Subject: Re: Orthodontist

Vinnet, I talked it over with General Hammond. He said we could get the X-rays back without drawing much suspicion. As for Mrs. Anderson, do what you can; I can't really help you.

-Carter

Binksbabe stared at the computer screen, her eyes wide and jaw dropped. "Vinnet? Major Carter? Is this some sort of joke?" She sighed and glanced out her open door. "So I suppose in this reality, I don't even have one review on Reeses . That stinks."

She sighed again and glanced around her room. Come to think of it, some things were different. For example, her desk was... organized! How odd! Everything in her room was... neat. If she didn't know Vinnet very well, she would have been scared half out of her mind.

A voice called up to her from the bottom of the stairs. "Sarah, don't forget! I'm picking you up at ten to go to the doctor's."

Well that explains that! I'm basically here to bail Miss Sarah Anderson out of any trouble she would have gotten in with further X-rays. With that thought, she scribbled a note back to the major.

From: Sarah Anderson
To: Samantha Carter
Date: Tue, 27 Jan 2004
Subject: Re: Orthodontist

Sarah and Vinnet aren't available right now. Don't worry, I look just like her, so when Mom (or rather, Sarah's mother) takes me to the doctor's today, the X-rays won't return anything unusual. I just hope the two don't mess up my life like you and Jolinar did when you dropped in.

-Binksbabe

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Sarah awoke to the theme from Stargate the movie. For all ironical purposes, it was unfortunate that she didn't know this. (She did enjoy the music, though.) Her bed was just right, too, warm and perfect. The last time it was like this, Vinnet had taken over and propelled her out into the cold air, as she did this time. Ted wasn't in her room like he usually was by now, but she could hear his tags clinking against his ceramic bowl.

She turned the music down just as it reached the part with the choral part began. Today, her birthday, everything seemed to be going the wrong way. Her mother was going to take her to the doctor's to learn more about Vinnet, and neither could think of a way out of it.

In order to try to find a solution from someone else, she booted up her computer. She found that she only had one new e-mail, though she couldn't recognize the sender.

She opened the message, wondering for an instant if it really belonged in the "Bulk" folder.

From: bot@fanfiction.com
To: binksbabe2001
Date: Tue, 27 Jan 2004
Subject: [Fanfiction.net] Review Alert!

Do not use the reply button to respond to the reviewer.
The reviewer's identity is revealed below.

binksbabe2001,
The following review has been submitted to: Reeses Chapter: 15

"Reeses!" Sarah snapped upright, hoping that the review had nothing to do with her.

From: seaarm123
Great little mini-chapter! :D
I love the interaction between Lauren and Vandrof/Gavan, and the way that it address laurens conflict about the tok'ra.
well done you! :D

She thought about the names. Lauren certainly sounded familiar; how could she forget her best friend? And though Vandrof didn't ring a bell in her head, Vinnet identified him as one of the other Tok'ra. "How did anyone find out about us?"

Sarah finally took notice of what her symbiote had been trying to point out to her: her room was a mess. Papers, folders, books, notepads, even tootsie rolls, dice, and gloves lay strewn about the surface. The rest of the room was similarly disorganized. It was Vinnet's worst nightmare.

She hurried to gather her stuff, wondering why everything was so... different, when her mother peeked into her room. "You can go back to bed; school's cancelled today."

"Are we still going to the doctor's?" she questioned timidly.

Her mother looked at her worriedly. "Why? Do you feel sick?"

Sarah shook her head. "No, I just thought I remembered you determined to take me to the doctor's. Must have been a really vivid dream."

"Okay, sweetie." With one last look, she turned and walked down the hall to the bathroom.

Sarah turned back to the computer, wondering what the whole Reeses thing was about. After running a search on her computer, she came up with several files with "Reeses" incorporated into their names. She opened the largest and spent a good amount of time reading through the twenty-six pages of text. At the end, she couldn't really say anything. She glanced one last time at the three words topping each page: Reeses and the author's name. (Which is to be replaced here by Shanay Armitage since there's apparently someone living in my house by that last name according to the phone book.)

"Shanay Armitage... SA... Sarah Anderson!" Some ounce of understanding came to the girl then. How else could this person know so much about her and be so willing to share it? The Stargate couldn't exist here. She ran a quick search on the word which returned: "MGM: Stargate SG-1," "SCI FI.com : Stargate SG-1," and "Gateworld : Your Complete Guide to Stargate" among others. Some power must have guided her to click on Gateworld, where she found her way to the omnipedia. There, she was relieved to find that her name was not there; not everyone knew of her.

"Someone wrote about me? Or, rather, what will happen to me in nine years?"

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Shanay (aka Binksbabe) treaded down the halls of the school, looking for familiar faces. When she finally saw one, she called, "Nichole!" When the girl didn't answer, she reminded herself that this was not her school. She walked up to her friend.

"Hey, Sarah! Guess what?"

"Look, I'm not really feeling like myself today. Something happened this morning that I can't get my mind off of, would you happen to know my schedule?" She winced at the thought that this person might not buy her explanation.

She shrugged. "You keep an extra copy in the top of your bookbag; you said that some Vinnet person told you to. Hey, guess what?"

Shanay glanced at the digital clock high in the hallway. "Um, I'm not really in the mood for guessing games?"

This parody of Nichole (for I shan't use her name either) shook off her bad mood. "They're coming out with a new X-men TV show."

"That's wonderful, N--" the author replied, forgetting that this wasn't the same exact hyper peer that had helped her with the plot for Reeses .

The bell rang, prompting the Nichole parody to rush off to her first period class. Shanay crouched next to the line of blue lockers and dug a folded piece of paper out of her bookbag. At a glance, she determined that the schedule differed only slightly from hers; the symbiote had no doubt convinced Sarah not to take drama and creative writing. So she hurried to a slightly higher version of power tech.

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Vinnet sat in front of the strange Tau'ri computer. She had attempted to e-mail Major Carter, but had gotten only a failure notice in reply. Her host's theory must have been correct; if the Stargate didn't exist, a Major Samantha Carter might not either.

She again glanced around the disorganized room, annoyed that whoever inhabited this space couldn't bother to keep it neat. She began sorting through the stack before the computer moniter. After moving a notebook with page upon page of sloppy handwriting, her gaze fell upon a half-decent depiction of a symbiote, the symbol for Earth, and two words at the top: "To Be." Setting that on a "to be organized" pile on the floor, Vinnet saw that two DVD cases had lain underneath that proclaimed "Stargate SG-1: Season 5."

Spurred on by her own curiosity as well as her host's, the Tok'ra placed one of the disks in the tray labelled "DVD-ROM"...


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Binksbabe stared at the huge, complicated circuit of wires, light bulbs, switches, and some really small thing that almost looked like a naquada reactor. This was just about why she took classes like drama and creative writing, where she just had to get inside the heads of her charactors, no matter how much concentration it required. She might have understood the monstrosity sitting on her desk had she taken this course before this day, but as of now, it made no sense to her. She glanced around the room, envying the smaller, simpler, more linear trinkets on everyone else's desks. Why couldn't Vinnet have left Sarah to her own devices? Or had Vinnet actually been taking the class?

"Is something wrong, Miss Anderson?" the teacher she didn't know asked, wandering over to her table.

Binksbabe leaned back in her chair. "I honestly don't know what I was thinking when I made this. It's just a mess!"

"I thought it was quite impressive when it started floating yesterday."

Great, so Vinnet had made a repulsorlift for a school project. Wonderful way to keep things classified, Tok'ra! "Mr..." She looked around the room, searching for some clue, which wasn't to be found. "May I go to the councilor's office?"

A concerned look grew on his face, and he nodded, pulling out a hall pass and scribbling out the required information. "Come right back."

Binksbabe nodded gratefully, grabbed the slip of paper, and headed out of the room, her character's classmates' stares gorging into her back. Carefully making her way to the office, she wondered what she would say to the guy. This day can go by faster so I can get out of here! Another thought struck her, stopping her quick pace dead in the hall. This all means that I'm not supposed to write fanfiction until I get back to my place! What kind of torture is this?! Breathing a deep sigh, she continued to the guidence office, where she whined to the councilor about something mysterious showing up on her X-rays and how worried she was. Not believing her story (though it might have been almost artfully told), he correctly figured that the whole thing was a ploy to get out of class and sent her back to power tech.


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"Hassak," Sarah hissed. Something was wrong with this computer in a mock-up of her room. The DVD drive wasn't working, but instead continuously spun the disk she'd put in it. "Too bad. It looked interesting."

She leaned back and looked around the room again. When her eyes rested upon a white board, she studied some of the shapes on it: four TIES, a Corellian YT-1300, an X-wing, a Y-wing, an A-wing... a Ha'tak? What was a Ha'tak doing there?

This was a strange place indeed.

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