Fic, Unexpected Developments, 1/?, Sam/Martouf/Lantash, PG-13

[hathor_girl]

Title: Unexpected Developments
Category: Angst/Romance
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Sam, Martouf/Lantash, Daniel, Jack, Teal'c, Jacob/Selmak, Ren'al, others
Pairing: Sam/Martouf/Lantash
Summary: Sam finds something aboard an ha'tak, which changes her life.
Notes: A different version of "Exodus I"/"Enemies II". In this version, Tanith did not escape, and so Apophis was not informed of the location of the Tok'ra base. That means the evacuation went as planned, and the Tok'ra transported everything on their base, as well as the Stargate and DHD to the ha'tak. After moving everything aboard the ship, they will proceed to a secure planet, giving the Tok'ra a base that is not a known gate address. Written for Tok'ra Kree! Round One, theme: "Re-imagine an episode that has Tok'ra in it." What could have been done differently?"

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Sam POV

I walk down the corridor of the ha'tak we stole from Cronus. I almost can't believe it, but this actually seems to be going well! The Tok'ra are about half-way through loading everything from their base here on Vorash - including the planets Stargate and DHD - onto the ship. When all is onboard, we will fly to a system the Tok'ra have picked because it is unknown to the Goa'uld, and not previously on the gate network.

The planet is even fairly lush, at least in places, and there is some naquadah and other minerals. However, since there is no Stargate, the Goa'uld have never bothered going there. There are more than enough worlds for them to use, which have easy access.

Of course, the Tok'ra will put a Stargate there, so now it will have easy access, but they will also make very sure no one else learns of it. To be honest, I think they would have preferred that we don't know the address either, but since it is our ha'tak, the Tok'ra accepts that we are onboard during this move.

They also believe it is dangerous for us to want to pick it apart and use it to build our own ships - they will teach us how to fly it and how to repair it, but I think they would rather we didn't.

Part of me is angry at this... and part of me can understand. After what happened with the deathglider, I do hope we have learned to be more careful, but I know there are those on Earth that will push to get and use the new technology, whether we understand it or not. Which is why my dad is more apprehensive about us having the ha'tak, than all the other Tok'ra combined! He knows Earth humans. Is he right to fear what we will do? Sometimes I wonder, but I am not going to tell him, or anyone else. Ever.

It is strange... my relationship with the Tok'ra. There is no doubt that I understand them better than anyone else on my planet. Jolinar made sure of that. Also, there is my father, of course, giving me even more of a connection to the Tok'ra.

Also, whenever I think of the Tok'ra, I think of Martouf and Lantash. Are they dead or alive? I have attempted to get information from the Tok'ra, but I have heard nothing. Anise promised me she would do her best to save them, but as far as I know, they are still in stasis. Unless someone decided it wasn't worth trying to save them. It hurts thinking about their possible death. My feelings for them are about as confused as always, but regardless of who it is that grieves for them, I feel it. Jolinar loved them. I feel that love. I am unable not to, even if I am also unable to tell if it is mine or hers - or from us both. Regardless of anything else, Martouf and Lantash are... or were, good men. My friends.

I miss them. The Tok'ra remind me of them, and I always feel a pang of pain nowadays, when we have anything to do with the Tok'ra.

Damn it!

I push the thoughts aside and nods at a passing Tok'ra. I don't know if I know him, or if it's because of Jolinar. He nods back, so maybe it's me, Samantha Carter, who knows him. I idly think of when I first met him. His name is Malek, I think. It's been... hm. I don't remember how long since I met him first. I think it was when I was undercover with Heru'ur? Yeah, it must have been. He remember he liked my host Isuana...

Realizing, I shake my head at myself. My host... when I was undercover with Heru'ur. Spending time in the Tok'ra tunnels, and then on a Goa'uld ship clearly messes with my memories. The part of me that is Jolinar always comes to the front at such times. Or more to the front, because I can't with any honesty say that I'm not always part Jolinar, it's just that I can mostly tell which memories are mine and which are hers. Now, as for feelings, and likes, and dislikes - and personality traits? Part of Jolinar is so mashed with me in some of these areas that I haven't got a clue if I've always been like that, or if it's a change due to her.

Like... sometimes I'll be certain I've always loved apple pie, but Daniel and Janet both swear I hated it before Jolinar. Apparently I also secretly liked the colour pink, because I found some clothes at home that I absolutely refuse to wear, but must have found nice when I bought them. I hate pink with a passion. There's a lot of other small things like that. Janet has pointed out lots of them, and I don't know if I should laugh or cry. How could Jolinar have such an influence on me?

"Carter!"

I turn to see the Colonel. He looks a bit agitated. I wonder how long he has been trying to get my attention?

"Sorry, sir. I was thinking."

"About what? I've been trying to get your attention for several minutes! Could you try to pay attention?"

As much as I like him, and consider him a good friend, I really don't feel like explaining myself to him. Or anyone, really. I'm not sure how my superiors would react if they knew the extent Jolinar affected me... still affects me. I don't think they need to know. They wouldn't understand, and I do have things under control.

"Yeah. I'm sorry. I've just got a lot on my mind, that's all. This move, all of it..." I use my hand to indicate the ship, the Tok'ra, all the stuff we're taking on board. "It stresses me out. There's just so much that could go wrong."

He nods, seemingly accepting that. "Okay. I can't say I'm feeling comfortable with this either. The snakes always seems to cause problems one way or another."

"Was there something I needed to help with? I was on my way to go check how far they'd gotten with preparing to take the Stargate on board." I say, not wanting to get into a discussion with my superior officer. We don't usually see eye to eye on the Tok'ra.

"Your dad's looking for you. Something about wanting your help with an engine test. Or something."

"Okay. Is he on the pel'tak?"

"Yeah, pel'tak. That's the word. He's there."

"Thank you, sir. I'll go find him immediately." I start of at a higher speed, wanting to get whatever he needs my help with over with quickly. Why couldn't he ask one of the other Tok'ra? They would at least know what to look for! Of course, I asked to be taught how to fly and repair this thing, so I guess that's why.

"Wait for me!" the Colonel hurries after me, and catches up. "I'll never find my way back - I had to ask three snakeheads before I got here! I have no idea how you can find your way in this mess of corridors!"

I grin a little. "I studied the Tok'ra specs of the ship while we were on Vorash."

"Ah! Good times, eh?"

"Of course, sir."