hathor_girl | fanfic, Stargate SG-1, Inquisition, Sam/Martouf/Lantash, R, 1/13

Answer to this challenge from the Tok'ra Resistance board:

SG-1, Martouf/Lantash, Jacob/Selmak
Angst, Hurt/Comfort. In an effort to find a new Tok'ra home base, Jacob and Martouf explore a new planet. Although the occupants are human, the people have never progressed beyond the Medieval times, which lead to an unfortunate situation for Martouf. Upon seeing his eyes glow, the locals mistake him for a warlock (male witch). With Martouf captured, Jacob knew he must take drastic action and rushed to seek the help of the SG-1 team and in particular Daniel, history was never Jacob's strong point. The situation worsens when he discovers that Daniel, Jack, and Teal'c are on another mission and unavailable. However, Sam is at SG Command and is available to travel back with her father to help rescue Martouf/Lantesh...
To be continued...Your mission, should you chose to except it, is to continue the story using the above prolog and incorporating the following items:

1) Story must contain lots of Martouf anguish (Sam has been picked on enough its Martoufs turn).
2) Sam and Jacob must dress in Medieval clothing before going through the Stargate (Sam must wear a dress)
3) Sam and Jacob have to bring their own horses.
4) Before they get back to the planet, the Inquisitor has already begun torturing Martouf to try and get him to "confess".
5) Must make use of the various torture devices used during the real Inquisition period.
6) Jacob and Sam are pretending to be a nobleman who is traveling with his daughter.
7) The Inquisitor becomes obsessed with Sam thus hindering their escape from the planet (and no Sam DOES NOT sleep with him).
8) Sam & Jacob secretly help Martouf/Lantesh escape but has to hide him until he is well enough to travel.
9) Optional: Sword fight between Sam & the Inquisitor (you decide if she just kills him or turns him into a eunuch) .

~ is internal speech

bold is symbiote speaking in symbiote voice

"Watch out!" Jacob cries.

Martouf looks up and sees the large stone block starting to fall. He steps aside, but two small children runs around giggling and one of them ends up standing just where Martouf stood.

"Noooo! Tikka!" A woman cries seeing the child will be killed.

Martouf's eyes flash as Lantash takes over and moves faster than a human could, grabbing the child and getting her to safety - just as the stone block tumbles to the ground inches beside him, but not hitting him or anyone else.

The child made a loud cry and started screaming and crying in fear at having been so close to being killed. "Relax, little one. You are safe." Lantash says, using Martouf's voice. The woman - the mother of the child steps up and takes the child, and is about to thank Lantash.

Jacob is just starting to feel relieved, when another woman who has seen it all starts screaming. "He is a witch! A warlock! An evil demon in league with the devil!"

"What?" Lantash frowns.

"I saw his eyes glow!" The woman screamed. "I saw it!"

The villagers starts to scream and yell, and the mother of the child grabs her and pulls her far away from Lantash. The mother of the other child grab him as well and does the same.

"Get out of here, Jacob. Quickly!" Lantash tells him in a low voice. "Before they see you are here together with me."

Jacob hesitates for a moment, but then obeys, listening to Selmak. The angry villagers have already grabbed Lantash, and Jacob runs to the Stargate, intending to get help as quickly as possible.

~We will never convince the Council to send help - at least not in time.~ Selmak remarks. ~Besides, Anise is on a mission, and we need someone skilled in history for the rescue mission.~

~I agree. They will bitch endlessly!~

~Then we should go to the SGC and ask SG-1 to come. Daniel Jackson is quite a competent historian.~

~Right. We just need to convince them to come. Okay - let's go to Earth.~

Jacob went to the DHD of the stopover world they had gone to, and entered the address for Earth.

"I'm sorry, Jacob. It's not that I wouldn't send SG-1 to help - you know I would. Martouf is well liked. However, Doctor Jackson went with SG-5 on a mission to P3X-834, to study some ruins, and will not be back for another week. Teal'c and Colonel O'Neill went with them, as the planet is fairly dangerous." Hammond says.

"What about Sam?" Jacob asks.

"She's here - she thought she could spend the time studying some alien tech they brought back last week. If she is willing to join you, I have no problem permitting her to go on a rescue mission with you, but I don't know if that will be enough. Would you like SG-2 assigned as well?"

"No, it's better to only take a few people." Jacob sighs. "I'll go ask Sam. I suspect we should hurry."

"Sure, dad. Of course I will help you!" Sam looks very worried. "I really hope Martouf will be okay."

"I hope so too. Come on - we should hurry up. We need to go to a market first, and buy some suitable clothing so we'll blend in."

"Should I bring anything?"

"No. Anything modern could make us suspect, if they search us. We'll go pick up some valuables from a Tok'ra stash I know about, and then we'll go get clothing and whatever else we need."

Sam nodded. "All right. I'll just save my work and put these things away, and then we can leave."

Sam and Jacob/Selmak had picked up the valuables, and then gone to a large market on a planet called Folvara. There they had bought medieval clothing and accessories - including jewelry for Sam, and knives to hide for them both. That was unfortunately all the weapons they dared bring.

Sam looks down herself. She was not used to wearing dresses, and particularly not something like this. It was a long, blue dress, close-fitting at the top, and widening out to hang loosely below her hips. It reached all the way to her feet, and had long sleeves - but had a fairly revealing neckline, plunging deeply in front. She wore a thin leatherbelt with gold decorations, and a pair of shoes in a blue colour matching the dress. She had on a very beautiful gold necklace with a crystal pendant, and a couple bangles on each wrist. She also wore a headband with a short veil at the neck.

Jacob wore dark leggings and a green tunic with a belt, and a cape. He had on a hat, and short boots. He did not wear any jewelry, but had a pouch with money and other valuables in his belt.

"I think we look acceptable, though I'm not so sure about that decollete, Sam - it's a bit risky."

"We don't have a lot of time, as you said, and this is what the store owner suggested as fashionable. I think it's probably fine, even if it's not something I'd have chosen."

Jacob shrugs. "You're probably right. Let's buy a couple extra sets of clothing for each of us, and then go get the horses."

"Horses?" Sam frowns. "Why do we need horses?"

"We're pretending that I'm a nobleman, and you're my daughter. Such people wouldn't be walking when travelling - they'd be riding."

Martouf POV

I wake up in an unpleasant, dark and dank smelling prison cell. There is nothing except for a plank bed and hay on the floor. In one corner is a bucket with water, in the other corner a bucket for - other things. It smells like it hasn't been cleaned well. I hastily retreat from that area of the cell.

~I'm glad you're awake, Martouf. I just woke up about an hour ago, and I have healed most of our wounds. We were knocked on the head, as you can no doubt still fell.~ Lantash observes.

~Yes. our head still hurts a little, but not much.~ I feel a sore bump on the head.

~It will be fully healed in at most an hour, but I fear we may not be able to easily escape. I have searched the room thoroughly. I also fear that they may wish to torture us, and probably kill us, if I understand correctly the way they view 'witches' and 'warlocks' on worlds such as this.~

~I agree. Unfortunately.~

~I'm sorry I flashed our eyes.~

~Don't be. You saved the child's life. They should be grateful, not treating us like this!~

I go and sit down on the bench, then lie down, allowing Lantash to concentrate fully on healing the reminder of our wounds. I more than suspect we will need our strength very soon.