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| | Not Another Military Girl, Part 17 -- Recovery Sucks |
 | | The dreams had the same theme, but there were variations; sometimes Gibson was the goauld, his eyes glowing as she stopped to help him, sometimes it was Colonel Taylor, eyes glowing as he stepped through the gate and the wormhole disengaged behind him, leaving her alone on the planet with the hostile forces. |
 | | She began to think that there were many more goauld on Earth than anyone knew about, began to suspect that they were hiding in plain sight, perhaps even among the SGC personnel. |
 | | He could be a goauld, her fear urgently advised her, but from somewhere, the unpolluted portion of her normally keen analytical abilities noted that he would not have used a key to open the door if he was a goauld. |
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