Fic, Soulmate, 12/12

[hathor_girl]

 

It happened during the welcoming ceremony in the largest city. Morrigan was standing in the middle of the big platform, which was heavily decorated with flowers. She was looking especially arrogant, but also very beautiful, Sam had to admit.

Korra stood to one side, and Lantash to the other, and Sam a few steps behind him, just as Korra and Morrigan had their lo'tars near them.

All of a sudden, there was commotion and a group of humans rushed the Jaffa standing around the platform protecting their masters. There was a lot of fighting, and the humans somehow got their hands on staffweapons.

Meanwhile, Morrigan and her lo'tar is protected by a group of Jaffa standing nearby, and her hand devices forcefield is on also. As is their duty, Korra and Lantash flanks her as she hurries down from the platform.

Just as she is down to safety, errant shots from the staff weapons flies around the air, before the Jaffa gets the humans under control and kills or incapacitates them.

Lantash cries out as he is hit by a couple shots, and fell to the ground. Sam kneels at his side, desperately afraid. He is unconscious, and badly wounded.

Sam looks to Korra who looked back at her, a grieving expression on his face. It is clear to Sam that a hand device would not be enough to save him.

Morrigan turns around and looked at them, now when all was safe. "Why don't he just take his lo'tar? Oh, well, I guess he prefers a male host." She looks around for one, then shrugs, seeing none that seems worthy for a Goa'uld. "Well, he can use my sarcophagus, he was after all protecting me, and he is a competent administrator. You, Jaffa, take him to my sarcophagus and heal him. Kree!"

The Jaffa bows and quickly pics up Lantash/Martouf and disappears with him to Morrigans's mothership.

---

Some hours later, Lantash walks into the chambers he has been assigned in the palace Korra has on this world, to find Sam waiting, very nervous.

She looks at him, unsure if he is more or less himself, more or less Goa'uld. Yes, the sarcophagus should not change someone this quickly, nor should it do so when you really need to use it, but she is still worried. Mostly because Lantash was already confused still, from the damage from when he was a zatarc. He had started to become himself, and was almost Tok'ra, but how did the sarcophagus affect him at a time like this?

Lantash closes the door, and sighs when he sees Sam's worried expression. "Samantha, do not worry. Martouf and I are completely healed - even the damage that prevented me from accessing my full genetic memory, and my own memory, has been healed. I am completely myself again."

Sam smiles. She is very relieved and hurries to him, embracing him tightly. "You have no idea how happy I am about that!"

Lantash gives Martouf control.

"I can only agree. Having Lantash back to being himself again completely is a dream come true." He looks at least as happy as Sam.

They sit together and snuggle for a little while, before Sam thinks of something. "Uh, Martouf, Lantash... I've been feeling, um, a bit unwell recently. Could you take the healing device and scan me?"

Martouf nods. "Of course, Samantha." He looks concerned. "You should have told us quicker, and perhaps we could have helped you.

He starts scanning her.

---

Martouf scans her one more time, wanting to be sure. He then looks up at her. "Samantha... ah, it would seem... this is my fault." He blushes, and Lantash suddenly takes control.

"Or rather my fault, since I could have stopped it from happening. Samantha, I apologize, but we have impregnated you." He looked very guilty.

"Lantash, ah, I suspected, but... I wasn't sure. I didn't want to talk to you about it while, um..."

"While I was even slightly Goa'uld. It was probably a wise precaution, though I can assure you that even then I would not have wished to harm our child, regardless of how Goa'uld looks at such. Samantha, how do you feel about this? I cannot deny that both Martouf and I would be very pleased to have a child with you, but it is your choice as well. If you do not want it, I can take care of it swiftly with the healing device." Lantash looks as if he very much does not want to do that.

"I can't say I had considered having a child right now, with my career and everything, but... I also like the idea of having a kid with you two." Sam smiles.

"I promise you, we will do our very best to be there for the both of you, and we would be honoured if you would allow us to help in raising the child."

"I would be very happy!" Sam smiles wider, then suddenly looks concerned. "But what will the other Tok'ra say?"

"I will not lie to you, there will be those who will be very unhappy about this. It is likely the child will have my genetic memory, and because of that the child could be considered a threat to the Tok'ra. However, if it works the same in humans as in symbiotes, he or she would not be able to access most of their genetic memory until they are early teens at least. So the secrets would not be completely current. Also, we will protect the child, and keep it away from the hands of the Goa'uld. Make sure they do not know of it. Samantha, we will prevail. The Tok'ra are not like the Goa'uld, there are no laws against such children, and no one will harm it."

Lantash kissed Sam and smiled happily at her. She relaxed in his arms and felt much better than she had in a long time.

---

A couple weeks later, Morrigan had finally left, seemingly very pleased. Korra was much relieved, since that would make his position undercover very much safer and more secure. The Tok'ra would have an operative here for some time to come.

"Thank you, Lantash - and Martouf and Samantha, much of this was due to you being so diligent in getting the information and figuring out how best to use the resources for the various planets. Morrigan will be pleased. Lantash, are you sure you don't want to stay here as my underling?" Korra says.

"Oh, very sure!" Lantash answers. "We all very much look forward to going home."

Korra nods. "I thought you would say that. I have contacted the Tok'ra and told them you are returning - and that you are yourself again, Lantash. I have arranged for an excuse to send you to an uninteresting planet in my domain which does have resources and a Stargate. You will go there to look for them, and can get away without anyone noticing."

"Thank you, Korra. You are a good friend. We all look forward to seeing you again."

---

"Are you ready to go home?" Martouf asks, holding out his hand to Samantha.

"Yes." Sam smiles at him, feeling a little nervous at what will happen.

Martouf kiss her, and then gives Lantash control. He kisses her as well.

"Samantha, all will go well. Do not worry." Lantashh promised.

"I believe you." Sam says, suddenly feeling better. Yes, she does believe that all will go well.

She has her Martouf and Lantash back, together, and themselves. She is carrying their child, and they have escaped from the Goa'uld.

They have just opened the wormhole from the planet Korra sent them to, and after going to a stopover world, they enter to go to the Tok'ra base world Martouf/Lantash is stationed at.

Stepping out on the Tok'ra planet, holding Martouf/Lantash's hand, Sam feels confident of her future. Despite everything, it looks much brighter than it has in a very long time.