Fic, Soulmate, 4/12
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hathor_girl"I am ready." Martouf says, lying down on the bed.
"You're sure about this?" Sam asks, sitting down beside him and taking his hand.
"Very sure."
She nods. "All right. I'll be here for you. Both of you." She leans in and gives him a quick kiss.
A few moments later, Anise, Ren'al, and Sok'han comes into the room and Sam takes a few steps back. Anise carries a tray with low sides, and some water sloshing in it. A large symbiote is in it as well, obviously Lantash. He makes some weak squeals. Ren'al and Sok'han carries healing devices.
Sam watches on, somewhat uncomfortable, as Anise places the symbiote on Martouf's chest. He just has time to open his mouth before the symbiote slides inside, fast, despite being weakened.
An expression of pain and discomfort crosses his face, then his eyes flash as the last part of the symbiote slides inside and connects completely to Martouf's circulatory and nervous system.
"The transference is complete." Ren'al observes. "Lantash is stronger than expected, and he has managed to connect himself completely, without assistance." She runs the healing device over the area a few more times. "I have healed up the damage to Martouf, so Lantash does not have to use energy on doing that."
"How are they?" Sam asks, worried.
"Alive, and they will survive and be completely well." Ren'al says.
"What about Lantash's memory - how much can he access?"
"That I cannot say. We will know when they wake up."
Sam nods, and sits down to wait with the others.
~Lantash! You are back with me!~ Martouf tells his symbiote as soon as he wakes up and senses him. ~I have misses you so much!~ He hugs him warmly.
~Who are you?~ Lantash asks warily.
~You host. Martouf. Don't you remember me?~
~Of course I do! I remember taking a host a very short while ago. You, obviously, and if I cared to I would have found your name. Why are you talking to me? My host should not be talking to me. You're supposed to cease to exist when I take you!~ Lantash sounds aggravated.
Martouf rolls his eyes - mentally, as he was not in control. ~Well, obviously I'm still here, so someone's been lying to you! You're right that you just took me as host - but I've been your host before. For 20 years, actually. Check my memories.~
~I think I would remember it if I had had a host before, but I have not!~
~You have memory loss. Don't you register some damage to your body?~
Lantash is quiet for some time. ~Yes. I do, but I can heal it. No doubt someone attacked me before I managed to take you as my host.~
~I volunteered. Other Tok'ra carried you to me, and allowed you to slide into my mouth and then take me as your host.~
~Lies! What little I know of the Tok'ra tell me they are traitors! Why would they help me? More importantly, why would you volunteer? You are not sick, so it can only have been your wish to serve me, your god. Now, shut up so I don't have to punish you. Someone else is bothering me.~
"Martouf?" Lantash opens his eyes and flashes them, looking at the woman who is looking at him, worried. "Lantash." She corrects herself.
"Yes? What is it, woman?" He looks closer at her. "I have seen you before."
~Her name is Samantha, and we love her!~ Martouf tells him. ~We want her to be our mate!~
"Of course, you have! I'm Samantha Carter. Sam. You and Martouf call me Samantha." Sam insists.
~She is pleasing to look at, and I would not mind taking my pleasure from her, but why would I want to be mated to a human?~ Lantash looks at her again, unable to hide his interest. "Samantha. Yes, I believe I remember you." He sits up, giving her a charming smile.
Anise and Ren'al step in.
"We need to examine them." Anise tells her. "Please give us time and space to do so. We will call you later."
Sam nods and leaves the room. She is still worried, but at least Lantash seems to remember her?
Ren'al scans Lantash and Martouf with a healing device. "How much do you remember?"
"I am well. I do not need your assistance or your concern." He glares at Ren'al. "Let me go."
"Soon. We need to know how much you remember first. Do you know who you are?"
"From what we can tell, Lantash knows very little except his name. He seems to have some vague memories about some of us, you in particular, Major Carter, but not very much. He has not looked at Martouf's memories yet." Anise explains.
"Physically, he is better than we had expected. Even if these injuries are slower healed than most, he should be completely healed - and have his memories back in full - in no more than 9-10 months." Ren'al adds.
"That's great news." Sam smiles, relieved. "What about Martouf?"
"We have not been able to talk to him. Lantash will not give him control, but as far as we can tell, he is not actually surpressing him, just not letting him have control. That is a surprise, and much better than what we had hoped for. It is puzzling, because if Lantash does not have either his own memories, nor the altered ones from Egeria, then he should be a Goa'uld. He is, in some ways, but he seems to be a fairly...kind one...if you can say that." Anise observes. "He does not remember he is a Tok'ra, though. He believes they are traitors, and since we told him we are Tok'ra, he started yelling at us and insisted we let him go."
"What will you do?"
"He has been placed in a comfortable holding cell. It is like a normal room, but with a force field preventing him from leaving. He cannot harm anyone, and he cannot escape. We will try to talk to him some more, perhaps let some of his friends talk to him, in the hope of triggering his memories quicker, but that is all we can do. Short of a sarcophagus, this particular tissue cannot heal any faster than it does on its own." Ren'al adds.
"I want to see him. Them. Alone."
"I do not believe that would be wise. He is not himself." Ren'al tells her.
"You said yourself that he remembers me. A little, at least."
"Yes, he does. To some degree." Anise admits.
"Then wouldn't I be the perfect choice to try and make him remember?"
Anise nods slowly. "Maybe. We shall discuss it with the Council."
~You're planning to escape! Stop doing that! We can't get out, and we don't want to. Not until you have your memories back. We'd just do something we would regret. We can't risk harming the other Tok'ra. Or Samantha.~ Martouf insists.
~I told you not to disturb me! I will get out, and I will get the empire I deserve! For now I don't care about the Tok'ra. If they bother me, I will eradicate them. Hm, Samantha...yes, I will bring her. She will be quite satisfying as a sexslave - or perhaps even a concubine, until I can get a queen. Perhaps I will implant her with one. Yes, I think that would be perfect!~ Lantash rambles on about his dreams.
~You will not harm the Tok'ra, and most certainly not Samantha! She will not want to be a sexslave, nor will she want to be host to a Goa'uld!~
~How are you going to stop me, human? If you are nice, I will let you feel the pleasure when I mate with her.~ Lantash leers. ~I think you deserve that, for being so accommodating and volunteering.~ He grins.
~This is not how you are! Please look at my memories. You are Tok'ra. Not Goa'uld.~ Martouf repeats.
~Later, perhaps. If I get bored. Right now I am busy planning my empire, so please shut up and be a nice host.~
Martouf frowns mentally, not sure how he shall reach Lantash. At least his symbiote is not punishing him or surpressing him. He is just not allowing him control, but he still answers when he speaks to him - and he speaks to Martouf now and then of his own choice. It is odd, but at least somewhat encouraging.
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