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hathor_girl) wrote2011-10-06 10:48 am
hathor_girl) wrote2011-10-06 10:48 am
Fic, New Hosts, Rosha/Jolinar/Martouf/Lantash, NC-17, 11/24
Chapter 11: A Strange Awakening
Lantash POV
I sense the energy signature of another symbiote approaching, and soon I hear Malek talking to someone - someone angry and arrogant. Martouf and I will not blend fully until he has had a chance to decide if he actually wishes to remain my host. Also, he is not wounded, so the only thing that kept us resting for a while was my exhaustion from attempting to heal my dear Tokim.
I open my eyes and observe while Malek - patiently - explains to... I think his name is Zera'h...that Bastet has no reason to be angry because we took two of her hosts, and that Malek is sure she would have wanted this as a thoughtful host of this ceremony!
Malek is a better diplomat than I! It is a good thing I was not ready to talk to Zera'h, or we might have had to flee very quickly. As is, I can see Zera'h grind his teeth, but there is little he can do without appearing to slander his 'goddess'. How delightful!
Zera'k leaves and Malek turns to me, noticing I am awake.
Rosha POV
The first thing I realise as I wake up, is that someone is talking to me. I feel groggy and try to focus on what they are saying. The voice sounds a little weird - as if it is inside my head, but also as if it is tinged by a strange distortion.
Distortion! I suddenly recognize that distortion. It is a god, speaking, but where is she? Why can't I open my eyes? Move? I feel as if I am panicking. If I don't kneel to her, she will punish me for my disobedience!
~Rosha! Calm down! I can't give you control just yet - not with all these accursed Goa'uld and Jaffa around, but you'll have it as soon as we're out of here. Now relax! I won't punish you - for anything. I'm not a god...and you're my host. I am Jolinar and I'm inside you.~ The voice says.
I don't know what happened, but suddenly I feel much calmer. Relaxed, even. Part of me suspects this god did something to me. Is she really inside me? I am a host? It is not as bad as I feared.
~I am happy you feel that way.~ Jolinar? says.
Someone is touching my arm - so I can still feel the outside, even though I can't move. That is reassuring, at least. I try to move my arm again, and Jolinar again explains she has to keep control until we are out of this place. I again feel the panic begin to rise, only to be calmed down. It is strange.
Then something even weirder happens. Jolinar opens my eyes and sits up, looking at Martouf. She smiles at him, then caresses his arm. What is going on? To have my body do things without me ordering it to, is very strange. Uncomfortable. Scary, even. And why is she touching Martouf like that? He will think I am interested in him.
Jolinar leans in and kisses him, and he returns the kiss! Doesn't she know you only do that if you are married? It is pleasant, though, and I guess I no longer have the right to consider myself pure - not after how I touched Martouf earlier, regardless of it not being my own choice. I can well imagine what he may think of me.
~Don't be ridiculous. Martouf is now host to Lantash, and I can assure you, that if he does something as stupid as thinking less of you for what the Goa'uld forced you to do, then Lantash will make sure he realises his errors! Besides, since Lantash is my mate, so is Martouf - and you will be their mate as well. Unless, of course, you find you cannot come to care for them.~ She sits back and smiles at Lantash...then holds up a hand, indicating she is talking to me, perhaps?
~I'm married? But...~ I don't understand this.
~You are - according to the Tok'ra. Unless the new host - or the mates - decides to break off the relationship, according to our laws and culture, you became their mate... wife in your culture, I guess... the moment you became my host.~
~I see. Well, I was supposed to be married anyway - was about to be, actually, when we were taken. I guess one husband - or two - is as good as any. At least Martouf seemed nice - and he is attractive. And Lantash sounds like he is a good person.~
~I am sorry the Goa'uld interrupted your marriage. Did you love him very much? Do you want me to leave you so you can return to him?~ Jolinar offers.
~You can do that? Really? Leave me?~
~Yes, if you want me to. It is dangerous, and I may die, but I will rather risk that than remain in an unwilling host.~
I am very confused. ~This is not how I thought the gods would behave.~
~I am not a god. Neither are the Goa'uld, they just pretend to be. I am the same species, and I actually once was a Goa'uld, but I am Tok'ra now.~
I 'nod' - or would have, if I had control. I don't really understand, but I don't want to appear stupid. Then I remember what she asked me.
~I don't know yet, but I don't think I want you to leave. Not if it is dangerous for you. As for the man I was supposed to marry... no, I do not love him. I had never met him before, and I do not believe he would have been kind to me. However, why would that matter? I am a woman, and I am expected to let him do as he pleases. He will not have me, though. He accused me of being a witch and causing the attack from Ishkur... or Bastet, I suppose. There is no reason for me to return. I would be punished, perhaps killed by my family for failing my husband to be, and thus them.~
Jolinar seems horrified. ~It never ceases to amaze me the stupid ideas some cultures will come up with! I am sorry, it is your culture, but their treatment of and opinion towards women is just wrong. If you should choose to not remain a Tok'ra, then we will make sure to find you a better world. For now, I will refrain from kissing Lantash until it no longer distresses you. I will request time off for all of us from the Council, so we can spend that time getting to know each other. Since you already like Martouf - and I very much agree that he is both cute and attractive - then I doubt it will be a problem. My feelings for Lantash you will soon share, if we blend fully.~
~What if they don't like me?~
~I very much doubt that will happen. You are beautiful and a kind and nice person. Unless I am very much mistaken, Lantash would find you very attractive. Martouf will share his feelings. Now, I would like to talk to my mate.~
Lantash POV
I sense the energy signature of another symbiote approaching, and soon I hear Malek talking to someone - someone angry and arrogant. Martouf and I will not blend fully until he has had a chance to decide if he actually wishes to remain my host. Also, he is not wounded, so the only thing that kept us resting for a while was my exhaustion from attempting to heal my dear Tokim.
I open my eyes and observe while Malek - patiently - explains to... I think his name is Zera'h...that Bastet has no reason to be angry because we took two of her hosts, and that Malek is sure she would have wanted this as a thoughtful host of this ceremony!
Malek is a better diplomat than I! It is a good thing I was not ready to talk to Zera'h, or we might have had to flee very quickly. As is, I can see Zera'h grind his teeth, but there is little he can do without appearing to slander his 'goddess'. How delightful!
Zera'k leaves and Malek turns to me, noticing I am awake.
Rosha POV
The first thing I realise as I wake up, is that someone is talking to me. I feel groggy and try to focus on what they are saying. The voice sounds a little weird - as if it is inside my head, but also as if it is tinged by a strange distortion.
Distortion! I suddenly recognize that distortion. It is a god, speaking, but where is she? Why can't I open my eyes? Move? I feel as if I am panicking. If I don't kneel to her, she will punish me for my disobedience!
~Rosha! Calm down! I can't give you control just yet - not with all these accursed Goa'uld and Jaffa around, but you'll have it as soon as we're out of here. Now relax! I won't punish you - for anything. I'm not a god...and you're my host. I am Jolinar and I'm inside you.~ The voice says.
I don't know what happened, but suddenly I feel much calmer. Relaxed, even. Part of me suspects this god did something to me. Is she really inside me? I am a host? It is not as bad as I feared.
~I am happy you feel that way.~ Jolinar? says.
Someone is touching my arm - so I can still feel the outside, even though I can't move. That is reassuring, at least. I try to move my arm again, and Jolinar again explains she has to keep control until we are out of this place. I again feel the panic begin to rise, only to be calmed down. It is strange.
Then something even weirder happens. Jolinar opens my eyes and sits up, looking at Martouf. She smiles at him, then caresses his arm. What is going on? To have my body do things without me ordering it to, is very strange. Uncomfortable. Scary, even. And why is she touching Martouf like that? He will think I am interested in him.
Jolinar leans in and kisses him, and he returns the kiss! Doesn't she know you only do that if you are married? It is pleasant, though, and I guess I no longer have the right to consider myself pure - not after how I touched Martouf earlier, regardless of it not being my own choice. I can well imagine what he may think of me.
~Don't be ridiculous. Martouf is now host to Lantash, and I can assure you, that if he does something as stupid as thinking less of you for what the Goa'uld forced you to do, then Lantash will make sure he realises his errors! Besides, since Lantash is my mate, so is Martouf - and you will be their mate as well. Unless, of course, you find you cannot come to care for them.~ She sits back and smiles at Lantash...then holds up a hand, indicating she is talking to me, perhaps?
~I'm married? But...~ I don't understand this.
~You are - according to the Tok'ra. Unless the new host - or the mates - decides to break off the relationship, according to our laws and culture, you became their mate... wife in your culture, I guess... the moment you became my host.~
~I see. Well, I was supposed to be married anyway - was about to be, actually, when we were taken. I guess one husband - or two - is as good as any. At least Martouf seemed nice - and he is attractive. And Lantash sounds like he is a good person.~
~I am sorry the Goa'uld interrupted your marriage. Did you love him very much? Do you want me to leave you so you can return to him?~ Jolinar offers.
~You can do that? Really? Leave me?~
~Yes, if you want me to. It is dangerous, and I may die, but I will rather risk that than remain in an unwilling host.~
I am very confused. ~This is not how I thought the gods would behave.~
~I am not a god. Neither are the Goa'uld, they just pretend to be. I am the same species, and I actually once was a Goa'uld, but I am Tok'ra now.~
I 'nod' - or would have, if I had control. I don't really understand, but I don't want to appear stupid. Then I remember what she asked me.
~I don't know yet, but I don't think I want you to leave. Not if it is dangerous for you. As for the man I was supposed to marry... no, I do not love him. I had never met him before, and I do not believe he would have been kind to me. However, why would that matter? I am a woman, and I am expected to let him do as he pleases. He will not have me, though. He accused me of being a witch and causing the attack from Ishkur... or Bastet, I suppose. There is no reason for me to return. I would be punished, perhaps killed by my family for failing my husband to be, and thus them.~
Jolinar seems horrified. ~It never ceases to amaze me the stupid ideas some cultures will come up with! I am sorry, it is your culture, but their treatment of and opinion towards women is just wrong. If you should choose to not remain a Tok'ra, then we will make sure to find you a better world. For now, I will refrain from kissing Lantash until it no longer distresses you. I will request time off for all of us from the Council, so we can spend that time getting to know each other. Since you already like Martouf - and I very much agree that he is both cute and attractive - then I doubt it will be a problem. My feelings for Lantash you will soon share, if we blend fully.~
~What if they don't like me?~
~I very much doubt that will happen. You are beautiful and a kind and nice person. Unless I am very much mistaken, Lantash would find you very attractive. Martouf will share his feelings. Now, I would like to talk to my mate.~