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hathor_girl) wrote2013-04-05 01:37 pm
Fic, Surprises, Lies, and Amnesia, 9/14
The next day.
Martouf was in the infirmary, where he was going to be treated by the Tok'ra healers. Janet and several other doctors and nurses from the SGC would be watching, since this was a good opportunity to learn something about Tok'ra medicine.
The were going to inject a drug that would be attracted to the material that had been used to make the block, that kept Lantash from taking control or speaking to Martouf. The molecules of the drug would bond with the molecules in the block, creating a material that were receptive to a specific wavelength of a device the Tok'ra would be using. The block would dissolve, without harming Martouf or Lantash, but it was necessary to do it slowly, so his blood could transport away the material.
The only side-effect of the treatment would be a small amount of amnesia - Martouf would forget what had happened during the last 4-5 days, or at most a week. Those memories might or might not be possible to recover, but that was of less importance, since with the block gone, Lantash could repair any remaining damage from the zatarc programming, and help Martouf remember everything else he had forgotten.
Sam was waiting outside the room, pacing the floor, very nervous. She had talked with Martouf until late in the evening, and then he had walked her back to her room, and kissed her goodnight. She had considered asking him to come inside, but she had decided it was better to wait until he was himself again. Right now she was regretting that decision.
"Relax, Sammie." Jacob said. "Xulxu and the others know what they are doing. Martouf and Lantash will be fine."
Sam nodded. "I want to believe that...and I do. It's just..." She shook her head. "I thought they were dead, and...and I had missed them. Mourned then...and now...it turns out they are alive. But right now they are not the Martouf and Lantash I know, and I so very much want them to be. I really hope all will be well, and they will be all right, but I am just so worried that something will go wrong anyway. Do you understand?"
Jacob sighed. "Yes, I do understand. We have all missed Martouf and Lantash. It's really a miracle to have them back. I still don't understand how they can be alive, but I'm guessing we'll know when Martouf has his memory back - and Lantash can take control again, so we can talk to him."
"Yes..." Sam was quiet for a long time, and the silence was dragging.
"Sam?" Jacob called her attention.
"Yeah, what is it, dad?"
"Are you in love with him?"
Sam looked at her dad. She hadn't expected him to ask her that! "Um, you mean Martouf?" She said, stalling.
Jacob rolled his eyes. "Yes, of course I mean Martouf!"
"Ah. Um, I like him. I like him a lot...maybe more than..."
They were interrupted by the door to the infirmary opening, and Janet stepping out, with Xulxu and Malek following.
"The treatment was successful. The last parts of the block are dissolving now, and Lantash should be able to talk to Martouf within an hour, and take control in approximately 2 hours." Malek informed them, looking relieved, but tired.
"That's good news!" Jacob smiled.
"Very." Sam agreed, looking tense. "What about Martouf? How much does he remember? Can I see him?"
"When he woke up, he again thought he was this actor... JR Bourne." Janet told her. "I told him he was in the hospital, being treated for a head injury - which is, in a way, true. We gave him a mild sedative, so he should sleep until Lantash can start helping him to remember. Of course, I'm not sure how effective our drugs are. They weren't very effective when Lantash only had basic access to healing and filtering - now when he has soon full access again, the drug may wear off much sooner."
"But... have you warned him that he's got a symbiote in his head? How do you think he'll react otherwise, when Lantash talks to him?" Sam exclaimed.
"We are hoping he will remain asleep until Lantash can take control and put him to sleep - and keep him that way until he has repaired enough of Martouf's memory that he remembers being a host. That way will be much less confusing for him." Xulxu said.
Sam shook her head, worriedly. She really hoped they were right, and that Martouf would remain asleep until Lantash was ready to fix his memory!
Martouf POV
He woke up slowly, feeling very groggy. He opened his eyes, and did not recognize the place... Where was he? Some hospital... because he had a head injury... wasn't that what the nice doctor had said?
That probably explained why his head felt... strange. He sat up, carefully, but his head did not hurt, not did he feel dizzy or nauseous. That was something, at least. He looked around - he was alone in a smallish room, with the light dampened. He decided he needed to use the restroom, and spotting two doors, he decided to find out if one of them lead to a restroom.
He stood up, swaying slightly, but he did not fall. Satisfied, he randomly picked one of the doors and walked to it, opening it. He smiled to himself, seeing he had picked the right one.
Feeling better, he decided he better find one of the doctors or nurses and tell them that he was awake, and feeling fine. He had looked at himself in the mirror, and had been unable to see any signs of a head wound. No bandage, no blood - all looked normal. Perhaps he had just bumped his head, and they had admitted him to a hospital because he had been unconscious? But shouldn't he at least have a tender spot somewhere on his head then.
It was all very strange. Then suddenly things got a lot stranger, as a voice spoke to him.
~You have no injuries. I took care of them a long time ago.~
"Eh, thank you?" Martouf looked around him, seeing no one. "Who is speaking?"
~I am. I am Lantash... but you clearly don't remember that, do you?~ The voice sounded tired, exasperated.
"Where are you?"
The voice sighed softly. ~In your head, Martouf... and you don't need to speak out loud.~
"In my head? How can you be in my head?" Martouf felt himself panic. He must have hit his head harder than he though! Was he going crazy?
~I should not have spoken. This is too confusing for you. I regret I do not yet have full access to your body, so I can neither take control yet, nor help you to relax and sleep, until I can help you remember. I apologize, Martouf.~
"This is insane! And my name is not Martouf!" He yelled, ripping the door to the rest if the infirmary open and running out.
A couple of the nurses had heard him, and where running to him. "Stop! You're not allowed to leave yet!"
"What have you done to me? Did you put a transmitter in my head, or something?" He suddenly felt certain the people in this place was up to no good. He vaguely remembered these people - and what more, he remembered people shooting at him! He needed to get out of here!
He pushed the nurses aside and found the door out from the infirmary and looked around frantically, trying to find a way out. He ran for the elevator, hitting the button to call it there. The doors opened seconds later, but nothing happened when he hit the first few buttons. He saw a card reader, and realized he probably needed a card to operate the elevator.
He pushed the button to open the elevator doors again, and when he left, he saw that the nurses had called two guards to help. Desperate, he ran through the corridors, and spotting a sign saying 'exit', he opened that.
He found himself in a staircase, and he could see that there were a lot of stairs below, but even more above. Thinking about it only briefly, he started running up. The voice in his head kept talking all through this, telling him to relax, and that the nurses and guards did not want to hurt him, but help him. He ignored the voice, and ran, as fast as he could, up the stairs.
The guards were following, and he soon realized he would not be able to continue outrunning them. It was probably only a matter of time before more guards arrived, coming down towards him - those nurses were bound to have called for even more backup.
He made a decision and open the door to one of the floors and hurried through it. He found himself in an empty corridor. A split seconds indecision, and then he picked a direction and ran, hoping to find a place to hide.
He had been on floor 21 before, and this was up six floors, so he was on floor 19. There was a lot of doors, and after running down the corridor and turning a couple times, he picked a door and tried it.
Locked, of course. He tried several more, and they were all locked. Finally, he found a door that was not locked, and got inside - what turned out to be a large storage room.
Looking around, he found a place to hide - behind lots of sacks and crates. He pulled a few of them on top of each other, to be better hidden, and then sat down, being very quiet.
The door opened moments later, and he kept very silent, hoping they would not detect him.
"Major Carter?" A guard said behind her.
She turned. "Yes, Lieutenant?"
"The Tok'ra Martouf has awaken and has escaped from the infirmary. We are searching for him, but General Hammond believes it would be a good idea that you talk to him when we find him."
"Escaped?" Sam asked, realizing what had happened. "Why do the idiots never listen to me?" She mumbled to herself. Loudly, she said. "I'm coming." She followed the guard.