Fic, Soulmate, 10/12

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 Sam was snuggling up to them, almost asleep after they had made love.

While Sam, and soon also Martouf, slept, Lantash spent a long time looking at Martouf's memories, and then thinking about what he had seen.

It was almost morning when he speaks again. 

~You were correct. I am Tok'ra. I do not remember it. Not quite, though I believe I am starting to remember a little. I have behaved horribly. I will not hold it against you if you want me to leave, as soon as I can do so without killing you.~

~Lantash - dear one - I would never want you to leave.~ Martouf says, sounding relieved. ~You are my best and closest friend. Did you not also see that in my memories? See how much I love you?~

~Yes, yes I did. I just cannot understand that you still love me, after how I have behaved. How Goa'uld, I became.~ He spits the last word, even mentally. 

~Actually, you didn't become very Goa'uld. You have talked to me the whole time, and you have never punsihed me. Not once. You didn't kill any of the Tok'ra when we fled, and you made sure Samantha enjoyed our mating with her. None of those things are Goa'uld, but they are very much you.~

~I also didn't let you have control.~

~You didn't surpress me, I have felt everything, every pleasure from our mating...and you did give me control, twice. Lantash - do not be so hard on yourself. I think you should be pleased that you did not behave more Goa'uld than you did. That even without your Tok'ra memories - own and from Egeria - you still was very close to being a Tok'ra, and that you most likely would have turned fully Tok'ra in a very short time. Actually, by agreeing with me and chosing to look at my memories, you took that step. So do not think I want you to leave. Ever. I would rather die than have you leave me. Looking at my memories, you know that to be true.~

~Yes, I do. You are the best host any symbiote can have.~ He hugged Martouf. "My beloved host, I am so sorry I forgot that." Then he looked at Sam. ~She is very beautiful, and I love her very much.~

~As you know, I feel as you do.~

~You were not in control at all when we mated with her. I think you should take control now, and show her how much you love her.~

~We are undercover as Goa'uld.~

~At the court of a Tok'ra. Korra is an old friend of ours. I do not believe we are in much danger, no servants will enter without permission.~

~I guess you're right.~ Martouf 'laughs'. 

Lantash gives Martouf control, and he bows down to kiss and caress Sam. She slowly wakes up, smiling. 

"Lantash? You were wonderful tonight!"

"Oh, I agree. He always is. Though, I hope you will accept my poor company this morning?" Martouf grins. 

"Martouf? Is Lantash awake?" Sam looks at him in surprise. 

"Yes, we have...talked. Things are somewhat closer to normal now, though he still needs to get his memory back. However, for now I think I will focus my concentration on you - and how I can best pleasure you." He smirks and gives her a warm, loving kiss. 

It is a long time before any of the three thinks of anything else. 

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~We should talk to Korra and tell him I no longer think I am a Goa'uld. It will put his mind at ease.~

~Yes, I agree.~ Martouf says. 

Martouf, Lantash, and Sam goes to talk to the other Tok'ra, and make it clear they needs to talk in private.

"Okay, Lord Lantash...what is it you want to say?" Korra asks when they are alone. 

"I have talked to Martouf for some time tonight, and looked at his memories as he have been saying for a while that I should." Lantash looks apologetic. "I kept putting it off, I don't know why, but now I did, and I see that he is correct, and that I am Tok'ra. I know what happened, and I still haven't gotten my memories back, though this has triggered some of them, and I know at least have a vauge recollection of some events, more than what I learned from Martouf. I know, for instance, that you are a good friend, Korra, and I apologize for not remembering it earlier."

Korra smiles at him, looking relieved. "Lantash - and Martouf - I am very happy you are starting to remember, and that you are aware you are Tok'ra now."

"I should probably return to the Tok'ra tunnels soon, so they can, ah, keep an eye on me."

"Yes, though right now is not a safe time. I will be getting an important visitor, the Goa'uld Morrigan is coming. She is very suspicious and dangerous, and her Jaffa already arrived surprisingly this morning, so you cannot go to the chaapa'ai without being suspected. You need to wait until she has left."

"We'd better stay in Lantash's chambers then, don't you think?" Sam says. 

"I agree. It would be safer, however, Morrigan is sure to hear you have a new underling, or if you don't tell her, your Jaffa will wonder. I will need to make an appearance." Lantash says. 

"Correct, you have to. It should not be a problem. She has never met you."

"No, Martouf is assuring me of the same. All right, what role do you wish me to play?" 

"Hm...perhaps you can be in charge of my mines and other production. Would that be okay?"

"That would be just fine."

"Good. Then you're now my overseer of mines and production. I will have all material pertinent to it sent to your chamber. You had better look through it, so you can answer if Morrigan asks about it. She will be sure to be interested in it, as she gets 50% of all that is produced." 

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Lantash and Martouf quickly looks over the information. Fortunately, they are both quick studies, and learns what they need to convince Morrigan they are indeed the overseers of production. There is even time for a short visit to the mines, before the official reception of Morrigan. 

When Morrigan arrives, Korra receives her in his throne room, sitting in his throne. Lantash stands beside him, as his underling, and Sam stands off to one side, as Lantash's lo'tar. Korra's lo'tar is standing on the other side of the throne.

Since Morrigan is Korra's superior, she does not bow to him, and he raises as she arrives. He steps to the side, and Lantash steps further to the side, then both bow as Morrigan strides up to the throne and sits down. 

"Welcome, Lord Morrigan. I am honoured by your presence." Korra says.

"Of course you are. Who is that?" She looks at Lantash.

"He is my new overseer of production, ah, Lantash is his name." Korra says, unhappy to have to use his real name, but he has little choice as any servants will know it. "He is going to make sure we get as much as possible from mines and such, since I have regrettably not had the time to dedicate to that."

"I see. I hope he will do a better job than you have. Come here, Lantash." 

Lantash walks over to her, and bows deeply. "Yes, my Lord." 

"Tell me, how much was produced this year, and how much do you expect will be produced his year?"

Lantash quickly collected his thoughts, and Martouf helped him remembering all the many many numbers. "Selvon's entire domain produced 5 million tonnes of grain, 10000 cattle, 50000 chicken, 8500 stocks of good timber, 9000 tonnes of iron, 50 tonnes of gold, 99 tonnes on trinnium, and 500 tonnes of naquadah. I fear it may take more than a year to increase production of most, though I expect it will be possible to increase iron production by almost 1000 tonnes, gold by maybe 10%, and trinnium and naquadah each by 15%."

Morrigan nodded, looking pleased. "That sounds acceptable. See to it that it happens, or it will not be worth the price to keep you here."

"Of course, my Lord. I will fail neither Selvon or you." He bowed again.


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