hathor_girl | Fic, Surprises, Lies, and Amnesia, 10/14

A/N: ~ is internal speech. Bold is symbiote talking with symbiote voice.

Martouf POV

He looked up as the door opened again. He had thought perhaps he was safe, when the guards had left, but maybe they had seen him and just gone for backup?

But why would they do that? He was one man - albeit clearly a mentally disturbed man, so perhaps that was why? They was afraid of what he would do? Or had they implanted something...some sort of communication device...or control device, in his head?

He had a number of images flash past, that made absolutely no sense to him. A large ring, with something splashing out from it. Water? Then he walked through it! He shook his head. Insanity!

"Martouf?" A female voice called.

~Samantha!~ The voice in his head said. The voice calling itself Lantash.

Martouf peeked a look, seeing a young woman with short blond hair. She was wearing a uniform, like that of the guards. She was beautiful. He felt he recognized her. That could be good or bad. Could he trust her?

"Martouf, it's me, Major Samantha Carter. Samantha. Don't you remember me?" Quiet for some time, then. "I know you're in here. Why don't you come out? I'm not going to harm you."

Martouf sighed. "MY name isn't Martouf! I'm JR Bourne."

The woman hesitated. "JR, then. You can trust me!"

"How do I know I can trust you?" He shouted.

"We're friends!"

"So you say! I don't remember that, and you clearly don't even know my name...also, what about the others?"

"They won't harm you. Besides, I promise I'll protect you against them."

The woman calling herself Samantha slowly walked closer.

~You can trust her. She is speaking the truth.~ Lantash said. ~Your name is Martouf!~

Suddenly, a new memory flashed through Martouf's head, and he collapsed to his knees. He saw a room - with the same ring in that he had walked through. The same, but different, and in another room. No, the other time...it hadn't been in a room. It had been outside. He had entered the room through it?

Inside the room, a lot of people were yelling at him. They were shooting at him! Then...the woman...Samantha...she shot him. He sank to the ground, in terrible pain...but the pain had started before, from the others shooting. Someone yelled inside his head? It was chaos. As the world disappeared around him, he felt Samantha catch him. Part of him felt safe, then all went black, and he felt nothing more.

He gasped loudly, and returned to the present. The same woman was standing above him, looking down at him with a worried expression. "Martouf? Are you all right?"

Panicking, he got up and pushed her aside. "Sorry." He called out, running. He couldn't let them catch him! If his memories were correct, she had shot him! Many of them had!

How was he not dead? Why did he not have scars from the bullet wounds? He knew some of the attackers had used guns, even if Samantha had been using a weird weapon that sent out some sort of blue energy, that causing intense pain. How had he survived?

~I'm sorry.~ The voice in his head said, and suddenly he felt himself 'pushed' aside, and he could not move, could not talk, or do anything. His body did not respond to his commands. However, it seemed to move on its own!

~What is going on!~ He thought, unable to do anything else. He felt himself panic, then an unnatural calm fell over him, as if imposed from the outside.

~I will explain later, beloved.~

He felt as he was caressed and hugged, then his body kept doing things without his command.

Sam POV

She picked herself up from the floor where she had fallen when Martouf had pushed her, and turned to look after him in shock. His eyes had been wild! As if he was terrified! What was going on? Why was he afraid of her?

He must have had a flash of memory, or something - she recognized the reaction from herself, when he had gasped and fallen to his knees. She had sometimes experienced equally strong memory flashes from Jolinar. Perhaps he was starting to remember again, then. That would be good - but obviously confusing. Was that why he had thought she was the enemy?

Because while he had seemed wary before, he had not seemed panicked. What had he remembered about her? She had never done anything to harm him.

Except when she had killed him, shot him with a zat! Could he have remembered that? But they said those memories were definitely gone. Could part of them still be there? That would be confusing! Why was that the first he remembered?

Hopefully, Lantash would soon help Martouf.

Just as Sam thought that, she saw Martouf stop abruptly, just at the door out. He stood, partially turned, for a few moments, with his head lowered, then he raised it, and his eyes flashed. Lantash!

Sam felt incredible relief. Lantash could take control again, meaning the block was fully gone. He would be able to talk to Martouf - and that had likely caused Martouf to panic also, she realized. But most important, Lantash - if he had his memory and was himself - would be able to stop Martouf from doing something unfortunate while he was not himself, and would be able to help Martouf remember.

"Lantash?" Sam asked. "Are you okay?"

He nodded, and walked towards her. "Yes, I am well, Samantha. I apologize for the problems Martouf has been causing. He is not to blame. If only I had been able to overcome the block earlier, none of these problems would have happened." He sighed. "Martouf does not remember me, or who he is. He was panicking, and trying to fight me. I very much do not enjoy keeping control against his wishes, but right now I have no choice, however much it disgusts me."

"Don't blame yourself for anything - and right now you're only doing what you have to do. How is Martouf?" Sam asked, stepping up close to Lantash and looking at him, a worried expression on her face.

"I have released calming chemicals, and he is...better. He is yelling at me, though. However, I will not suppress him! If you would take me to a holding cell, perhaps, where we will be safe, then I shall give him back control. I believe it will calm him. I will then do my utmost to help him remember, as quickly as possible."

Sam nodded. "I understand, though do you really think a holding cell is necessary?"

"Until Martouf's memory returns, he may try to escape. Yes, I can stop him, but I do not enjoy taking control from him and forcing him to do something against his wishes, however misguided they are at the moment."

"Okay - well, then. Come. I'll take you to a holding cell, and tell dad and Malek that you're okay. They are here with a group of Tok'ra."

"Thank you. Also, I have important information about what happened to Martouf and I. However, you must not tell anyone but Malek and Jacob - there are those that cannot be trusted, and I do not know who else is here. Martouf's memories of almost all but his experiences as 'JR Bourne', are currently inaccessible."

"I'll make sure only dad and Malek gets to talk to you." Sam promised. "The only other one here right now is Xulxu."

Lantash nodded slowly. "I believe Xulxu can be trusted as well. Pel'han and Ren'al cannot, though, and they would both have access to information from the healers. Ren'al has other friends, who may or may not cooperate with her, and certainly will protect her."

"I think Selmak found out about that. Ren'al will be punished - Selmak promised that. Pel'han disapperared, and are maybe killed."

"Good, then perhaps all will be well." He frowned.

Sam glanced at him. There was clearly more to this story, but whether he didn't want to talk of it now, or whether he needed time to remember it all, she didn't know.

They had walked to the holding cell, and she opened the door, letting him in. Two guards followed them. Sam turned to them. "You don't need to follow us into the holding cell room. Lantash can be trusted.

They nodded. "Understood. Call us if you need us."

Sam and Lantash entered the room, and she opened the first holding cell. She sighed. "Here you go, Lantash. I'll make sure Malek and Selmak come here as quickly as possible...and you tell us immediately you feel Martouf can be trusted, and then we'll let you out immediately."

"I will. Thank you, Samantha."

Sam was quiet for a moment. "Lantash - you have no idea how happy I am to see you. I trust you - I know you will fix Martouf."

He nodded. "Thank you for trusting me. I promise, will do all I can." He stepped into the holding cell.

Just as she was about to lock the door, Sam made a sudden decision. She had hid her feelings for too long - for herself, and for them. She had more or less admitted to Martouf that she loved them, but he didn't remember, and Lantash didn't know. Whatever else happened now, she didn't want to wait - she wanted them to know.

She leaned forward and grabbed hold of him. Pulling him close, she kissed him, softly, but with much love. Then she whispered into his ear. "I want you to know that...that I have realized...I love you and Martouf."

Lantash smiled, a happy and very surprised expression on his face. He pulled her in for another kiss, before letting go of her, clearly reluctantly. "Thank you for telling me. I love you too - and so does Martouf, as soon as he remember. This will only make me more ardent to succeed in helping Martouf remember, now when I know what waits for us."