Other Possibilities, PG-13, 1/?
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hathor_girl
Title: Other Possibilities
Rating: PG-13 for now, may go higher later
Summary: When they are not allowed to leave after meeting the Tok'ra, SG-1 decides to escape. They make it out - except Sam, who is left stranded among now hostile Tok'ra. How will she convince them to trust her - and what should she do about her growing feelings for Martouf and Lantash? AU of Tok'ra I&II.
"I'm sorry. We will try to make you as comfortable as possible."
That's what Garshaw said, and nothing we suggested could convince her to let us go. Part of me understands, as I carry Jolinar's memories - no one knows how much is there. All? I can potentially risk the entire Tok'ra resistance if the Goa'uld get their hands on me.
That does not change the fact I am heart-broken to think of my dad, dying while I'm not there and he's thinking I've turned my back on him, like Mark has. I even wanted to suggest my dad as a host to Selmak - both to save his life and to maybe make increase our chances of getting an alliance with the Tok'ra.
But the Colonel would not agree to it. He won't risk letting the Tok'ra get the extra information my dad has, considering they won't let us all leave as a sign of good faith.
So here we sit. Waiting. While my dad dies. I feel devastated. Angry. I refuse to cry in front of everyone, but there is no where private to go - the guards won't let me.
O'Neill is planning with SG-3 and Daniel and Teal'c to fight our way out.
I refuse to take part in that. It feels as if I know all these people...Tok'ra. As if they are long-time friends. I cannot betray them. Cannot risk their lives. Can I betray my team-mates and warn the Tok'ra? No, I can't do that either, but I won't be part of fighting the Tok'ra. I told O'Neill. He looked at me as if I was insane.
As if I had already betrayed him and Earth.
"Carter..." O'Neill calls.
"Yes, sir." I walk to them, to see what they have decided. I dread it.
"You don't wanna harm these snakes, and I guess, neither do I - if it's at all possible not to. However, I won't accept staying here as a prisoner - and we need to get you home to your dad in time." He whispers.
"Yes?" I answer, as quitely.
"We have another plan. One that hopefully won't risk anyones life. We'll take one of the Tok'ra prisoner. Someone important, like Garshaw, or that Selmak fellow. I'm sure they won't risk attacking us if we've got one of their belowed leaders."
"I'm...not sure that's the case, sir. The Tok'ra are willing to die for their cause. It's much more likely whomever you capture will tell their friends to shoot anyway."
"Listen, you don't wan't us to harm the 'friendly' snakes, this is the way we're doing it."
I sigh. "What do you want me to do?"
"We need a diversion. Since you've got the memories of good old Jolinar in your head, you should be able to come up with something to say or do that'll get the guards to look away while we snatch someone and hopefully get some way away before we're discovered."
I look at the very alert guards. The room we're in aren't that far away from the Tok'ra healers rooms, if I remember correctly. Perhaps we could pretend to be sick and have them take us there? Perhaps...I suggest it to O'Neill.
"Great. Good idea. Danny-boy?" O'Neill looks at Daniel.
"Huh?"
"You're sick."
"Oh." He rubs the bridge of his nose. "OK." He walks over to the water and pretends to wash his face with it, then moans and stumbles to the nearest chair. He does a nice job, actually. I'm almost convinced.
Two of the guards go to check on him, and he tells them he suddenly started having bad stomach cramps. They help him out of the room, towards the infirmary, and O'Neill follows, insisting on keeping an eye on him so they don't 'snake' him. Offended, they allow it.
Immediately, I go to the two other guards present. Luck has it I recognize them.
"You're Zorak, right? And you're Nilpar."
"Yes." They both agree, look first at each others, then me, in confusion.
"I suddenly remembered. You knew Jolinar."
Zorak nods. "Yes, we all did."
"You really remember the names of us?" Nilpar says. "What else do you remember about the Tok'ra?"
I chat with them for a little while, slowly leading them away from the general area we have been kept prisoners in. Not far, but enough that when Zorak suddenly realises and turns to check, we see all the prisoners are gone.
"Alarm! Tok'ra, kree!"
Nilpar grabs me while Zorak runs to find out what has happened and alert the base. Before I can try to wrestle myself loose from his grip, Martouf shows up. He takes in the scenario for a moment, then his eyes flash and Lantash grab hold of me, hard.
"I will keep an eye on this one. Go find the others!"
Lantash holds me in a hard grip, so very different from the gentle man I talked with in the desert. Yes, most of the time it was Martouf, but Lantash seemed nice and kind then too.
Of course, right now he believes I have betrayed him and his people - and what is worst, he is correct. I feel a strange pain in my heart to know he is disappointed with me. It must be horrible, after having just learned his mate of a 100 years is dead, and then the woman carrying what is left of her, betrays him. I feel so ashamed I don't even fight him - of course, being this close to him triggers a steady flow of Jolinar's memories, not making it any easier.
He leads me away from the area and towards a holding cell, where he deposits me.
This was not how it was supposed to go! I was supposed to get free from the guard and meet the others, then flee with them. I can't do that now!
Of course, that is not how it was supposed to go either. We were supposed to ally with the Tok'ra! I wonder if that is even still possible.
Some time later, I hear a lot of noise, but no one shows up to explain anything. More time passes, then Martouf and Lantash returns. He turns off the forcefield and grabs me again, pushing me out and in front of him.
"You're going home. We're evacuating."
"What? Why? And where's my friends?"
"The Goa'uld System Lords have found us - no doubt your people have betrayed our location. The other Tau'ri escaped, taking Selmak as a hostage." Martouf's voice is hard and cold as ice. There is an suppressed venom in it which wasn't there before - or perhaps Lantash talked before because he was calmer? No, I know Martouf is the calm one - I can remember it, so it is likely because of this recent development. I should count my blessings it is Martouf and not Lantash who is in control.
"I'm sorry for that - that they took a hostage. But they would never tell the System Lords about your location. We fight the Goa'uld - just like you do. We really should be allies - if you would just show some compassion..."
"We'll never ally with scum like you! Compassion! Saroosh is old and frail - she will not survive much longer, and your kind took her away from her friends! Her family! Now she - and Selmak - will die alone on your world!"
As we spoke, Martouf has lead me towards the ring transporters. I suddenly remember something.
"Wait! I can't go home unless I get the GDO...the...it's a device we use to signal that they should open the iris put up before our Stargate. If I don't send that signal, I will be squashed against the iris."
"How does this...GDO look?" I describe it for him. He turns to a nearby Tok'ra and asks him about it. "You friends took all their equipment - including those...GDOs."
I feel frozen with fear. Without one of those I can't go home.
"Then I can't go home!"
He looks uncertain for a moment. "Then you will have to come with us." He gives me another push and suddenly we're standing in the middle of the rings. We are taken to the surface, and Martouf takes hold of my arm and we walk towards the Stargate.
"Don't you have - uh, something you need to pack? I mean, if you're evacuating?"
"I already did. Come."
We walk through the Stargate, and out on the other side. I am still wondering what happened to my team-mates. How could they just leave me like that? Is Martouf speaking the truth? Did they really abandon me? Perhaps they intend to come back, with more force? But by then we will no longer be there. We have moved to another world. One which the SGC does not know of. Will I never again be able to go home? Will I always be a prisoner?
And what did they tell my dad? Is he already dead? I feel a deep pain inside. How did this happen? How could it have gone so wrong? And what about Selmak and Saroosh? Are they dead too? I doubt they could survive for long, with the way they looked - and being hauled away and through the Stargate can't have made it better.
"What will happen to me?"
Martouf looks coldly at me. "That is for the Council to decide. You have betrayed the Tok'ra. We had decided to be merciful and let you leave and go home, but if you cannot do that, then I do not know what can be done."
"We do know some other planets - some people we are friends with. Could you let me go there?"
"No. You cannot be permitted to do so. You carry Jolinar's memories. We need to know how much you can potentially give up about us first."
I nod, dazed. Martouf leads me to another set of rings, down into a similar tunnel system that is still only partially built. I am then taken to a quickly built holding cell and placed there.
Chapter 2