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hathor_girlBack at the SGC
It was maybe 4 hours after Jack and the others had returned to the SGC, and it was evening and SG-1 was about to leave for the day, when an unscheduled incoming traveller was announced.
Jack, Daniel, and Teal'c ran to the gateroom, hoping it might somehow be Sam coming back, despite being host to Jolinar.
It was not, but it was the Tok'ra, as was soon determined by looking at the signature of the radiation that had hit the iris. It was from the Sagan box that had been given to the Tok'ra, so it was obviously some of them that wanted to talk.
The iris was opened, and Jacob/Selmak walked through, followed by Yosuuf/Garshaw, and four Tok'ra guards.
"Interesting that you feel like visiting us, just after old Jolly ran off with Carter! Perhaps you've come to admit you lied and didn't remove the snake as you said you would?" Jack says sarcastically.
"Good to see you too, Jack!" Jacob remarks, acerbically. "We didn't know any more than you did, until recently, and we came here as soon as we found out."
"Let's go to the briefing room." Hammond says.
"So you're saying that you didn't know Jolinar hadn't been removed from Carter? That she just waltzed off, pretending to be Carter?" Jack asks, outraged.
"We're saying that Jolinar has not left Sam, no. Apparently, some of Jolinar's friends, who are healers, helped them hide that she is still in Sam. They even gave them a masking drug, which means no one will be able to sense Sam has a symbiote." Jacob explains.
Jack snorts. "Them, you're saying it as if Carter had a choice!"
"Regardless of what Jolinar has done, she would never have forced her host to something like this! Jolinar is a lot of things, and she can be very headstrong and unwilling to change her mind, but this is not how she is!" Garshaw insists, angrily.
"What, you're claiming Carter would have agreed to this?" Jack sounds incredulous.
"Yeah, why would she?" Daniel asks.
"As unhappy as I am about what Jolinar has done, from what Selmak has told me, Jolinar wouldn't do it." Jacob sighs deeply, bowing his head and giving Selmak control. "About a week ago, three Tok'ra left on an important mission to blow up a Goa'uld laboratory. As far as we can ascertain, they succeeded. However, shortly after, we heard no more from them. It is not unusual that operatives go missing for some time, perhaps due to having to hide before they can safely leave their position. However, this is not a mission which should have taken long, and when the operatives were long overdue, Jolinar contacted the Council and asked for a rescue expedition was sent."
"Sensible, but what does that have to do with her suddenly walking off?" Jack asks.
"The Council decided it would be too risky to send anyone to retrieve them. Jolinar did not take this well, thought we had not expected her to act on her own. However, it would seem that she has." Selmak bows her head, giving Jacob control again.
"You see, one of the Tok'ra missing is her mates, Martouf and Lantash." Jacob tells them.
"Crap!" Jack says, hiding his face in his hands.
In Heru'ur's palace
Sam/Jolinar hurried from the small storage room to the kitchen, where they picked up tuva-juice and flat-cakes. They then went to the cell area, and approached the guards.
Jolinar smiles at them, and bows courteously. "Greetings, good sirs. I come from Lahk'tor. He thought you might like the rest of the tuva-juice and flat-cakes from a small...celebration he and I had earlier today." She blushes as if she has just admitted to sleeping with Lahk'tor.
The guards both grin. "The thought is well received. Place it here on the table for us, and then you can return to young Lahk'tor!"
Jolinar does as they tell her to, then bows again and leaves quickly.
We wait about an hour. Time enough for the Jaffa guards to drink the tuva-juice, but not long enough that a new shift will come. When we return, the two guards are a little intoxicated - meaning their reactions are slowed. Taking advantage of this, Jolinar whips out the zat we swiped from Lahk'tor earlier, and shoots them both. While they are still lying on the floor, she quickly shoots them both once more, killing them. She snatches the keys to the cells, as well as their zats, then shoots them again, disintegrating them.
~Whoa! Was that really necessary?~ I ask her.
~Yes, and this is not something we will discuss every time! I have more experience than you in this matter.~
~Hm.~ I decide not to talk about it now. In this case she was correct at least - the Jaffa might well have given us away.
She uses the keys to unlock the door to the cell block, then opens it. She gives me control.
~Explaining my presence is better done later. Now time is of the essence. Free Martouf and Lantash, and Rohk and Ihlkat, then take them to the larger storage room where we dined with Lahk'tor. I noticed there were some servants clothes there, and if they take a dose of the masking drug as well, we should be able to escape without notice. No one looks closely at human slaves, normally.~
~Unless they want to sleep with them.~ I remind her, thinking of Heru'ur's comment to us earlier.
~True, but he is only interested in females, and will not look closely at male servants.~
I walk up to the holding cell and unlock the lock. "Martouf? Ihlkat?" I call to the sleeping men in the cell. Martouf/Lantash awake first, and sit up.
"Samantha?" Martouf asks, surprised.
"Yes. I'm freeing you. Come, we have to hurry."
"Of course." He gets up, and so does Ihlkat, who nods at me.
"What about...um, Hurvu and Sihklat?"
"They betrayed us to Heru'ur! That is why we are locked up here!" Martouf exclaims.
"They reported the mission to blow up the laboratory. We were captured almost immediately afterwards, and she went to Heru'ur, smiling, when we were caught!" Ihlkat is furious. "How could she do this!"
"Listen, we're in a hurry." I hand them a zat each. "Come with me."
We hurry through the corridors, amazingly not meeting anyone, though now and then we hear footsteps not far away, and have to pick another route, or hide behind statues and curtains.
Just as we slip into the storage room, we hear the sound of the alarm. The escape has been discovered.
"There should be some servant's clothing in here..." I say, looking over the room where Jolinar tells me she believes she saw the clothes. "Ah, there." Several sacks of what is clearly freshly laundered clothes, is sitting in a corner, clothes spilling out of one of them. I pull out two pairs of leggings, shirts, and other things they will need, and throw it at them. "Better change quickly."
"Good idea, Samantha." Martouf says, giving me a brief smile, before starting to pull off the torn and bloody clothing he is wearing. I find myself looking for a few moments, before I catch myself, and force myself to look away.
~He is very good looking, is he not? Just think of how it will feel to slide your hands over his body, hold him close, kiss him, as he thrusts...~ Jolinar begins, making sure to let the images flit through my mind as she speak.
I gasp. ~Stop! Now! It's your mates, not mine!~
~But you are attracted to him. More than that. You are falling in love with him!~ Jolinar insists.
I very much fear she is correct, but I am not admitting it. Not yet, anyway. No, what am I thinking? Jolinar is leaving. Soon. I can'tfall in love with her mates.
But she is correct. I am falling in love with him...them. And they are very attractive.
Martouf/Lantash and Rohk/Ihlkat have changed into clean - if worn and patched - clothing. Martouf collects all the soiled clothing in a pile, and shoots it thrice with his zat, causing it to disappear.
"Good. You look like human servants now." I smile at them.
"As long as no Goa'uld get close to us, we will be fine...hopefully none of the Jaffa remember how we look, but apart from the guards in the cell block, and the First Prime and his group, none have been close to us. The Goa'uld prefer not to expose too many of their servants to the fact that there exists being of their own kind, who have chosen a completely different way of life. Beings who do not consider themselves gods." Martouf said.
"No, I can imagine why that would be bad for their claim to divinity!" I smile at him, then fish out the masking drug. "You should each take a dose of this. It will mask the energy signature of the symbiotes."
"Where did you get that? It is very difficult and expensive to make." Ihlkat asked.
"The Tau'ri know how to produce it?" Martouf looked surprised.
I shake my head. "No. Ah, Jolinar told me it would come in handy. Some friends of hers made it for me."
Martouf looks surprised. "I am pleased - but it is unexpected that the Council agreed to a rescue mission."
"Yeah...well..." I don't know what to say. "Listen, take a dose of the drug. We need to find a place to hide before anyone finds us."
"Very true." Martouf takes a dose, as does Ihlkat.